Xia Xiangyun's man nodded in agreement.
When he thought of Jiang Ping's feast, his mouth subconsciously smacked twice. It was so fragrant that he couldn't even care about drinking.
Which of these farmer men in Jiang Manor wasn't a good drinker?
In the past, when their relatives and friends were working together, they could easily drink three bottles of white wine together.
It was nothing like eating Master Xiaojiang's feast at Jiang Dejun's house.
At the table, just as the wine was poured, each person only drank a glass.
When all the dishes were served, it was too late to fight for the dishes. How could they care about drinking? They all stared at the dishes in their bowls and immediately put down their chopsticks as soon as the dishes were served.
It was said that after the incident, there was quite a lot of wine left in Jiang Dejun's house. The unopened ones were all taken to the store on a tricycle to be returned.
"The restaurant in our village originally booked 13 tables. I didn't expect that they would come uninvited when they smelled the fragrance of the dishes.”
"You guys didn't see it. The courtyard was crowded with people inside and outside, all fighting to eat.”
"There's no leftovers on the table after eating. The plates are all clean.”
The in-laws listened to such an exaggerated description and added five more tables of food.
"I'll pay you 5,000 yuan for this. There are many people coming, and it's hard for the master in the summer.”
"Alright, I'll tell Master Xiaojiang later.”
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Speaking of which, there were many relatives on the in-laws 'side. There were eight or nine brothers and sisters for several generations. When it came to work, there were ten or twenty tables with their families. It was not to mention how lively it was.
It was the summer vacation, and the children were idle at home, so there were even more people.
Jiang Ping didn't have any objections to this. After asking the host if there were any dishes he had chosen, he handed the list to the host.
The rural areas here were very large. There were farmland, land, and forests everywhere. Although they were neighboring villages, they were still ten kilometers apart.
He didn't even know the area around Jiang Village, let alone Stone Village.
He didn't even know the way, let alone buy groceries. Therefore, he made a list for the banquet this time, and the host went to buy the ingredients.
He also needed to borrow iron pots and pans from the main family.
This made Jiang Ping a little embarrassed. He was the one commanding everything. The people from the main family were busy, but he was free.
However, Xia Xiangyun's family was extremely enthusiastic. When they thought about how they would be able to eat Jiang Ping's banquet soon, they couldn't help but look forward to it. They were very enthusiastic about their work, and their attentive appearance made their daughter, Jiang Yun, very curious.
Just how delicious was Master Xiaojiang's cooking that her entire family could not forget?
The day before the banquet, the ingredients were moved back in carts early in the morning.
Jiang Yun's relatives also came to help.
A group of aunties were washing vegetables in front of the courtyard with large basins. From time to time, they would glance at Jiang Ping who was working in the courtyard.
"Xiao Yun, your family hired such a young chef?”
Jiang Ping looked like he was in his early twenties. His face was very tender. In addition, he didn't like to go out. His skin was whiter than the women in the village, making him look even younger and weaker.
He didn't look like a chef who cooked the banquet, but more like a university student.
"I heard from my mother that she's only 23 years old."
In the past two days, Jiang Yun's mother had been ruthlessly spreading gossip about Jiang Ping.
It was said that Jiang Ping was now the most famous young man in their village. He was extremely popular.
"Young man, you're so handsome. Do you have a partner?”
"Don't say it. Looking at the clean and neat way this young man works, you can tell that he must be a hardworking person.”
Good-looking men were popular even in front of older women. These aunties had a very good attitude towards Jiang Ping.
After finishing his work, he even took the initiative to ask if there was anything he needed help with.
"The chicken feet over there need to be cut off completely.”
"Sorry to trouble you."
"You're welcome. If you have anything to do, just say it.”
The auntie chuckled as she carried a snakeskin bag filled with chicken feet. She sat at the side and began to trim the nails of the chicken feet.
From time to time, he would even look for Jiang Ping to chat.
Chicken feet were used to make tiger skin braised chicken feet.
After he was done, he would have to expose his true colors.
The recipe had been confirmed in advance. He only needed to arrange the time according to the preparation time of each dish and process the ingredients.
They needed time to prepare the stewed meat and the processed meat in advance. They needed to be prepared today.
The few villages near Jiang Manor all belonged to Libai Town. Their eating habits were similar. They liked to eat salty dishes. From the dishes chosen by the host, it could be seen that the main dishes were pork trotters, Sixi balls, braised fish, braised pork, and other dishes.
As the bittern in the iron pot boiled, Jiang Ping put the pork knuckles into the pot one by one and boiled them until they were 80% cooked.
Then, he smeared a layer of honey on the skin of the pork knuckle and placed it in a wide oil pan. When there were small bubbles on the skin that turned dark red, he fished them out one by one.
During the process, the fragrance of the pork trotter was very tempting. The pork trotter that was scooped out was very crispy when tapped with an iron spoon.
"Good boy, this pork knuckle is fried beautifully.”
The aunties who were washing vegetables at the side looked at the large basin full of fried pork knuckles, and their eyes began to shine.
"From the sound of it, I'm afraid that one bite will make it soft.”
"I couldn't tell that this little master really had some skills.”
Which farmer's wife who had lived for half her life was not a good cook? This pork trotter was not something that ordinary people could make.
It was dark red in color, the meat was tight, and the shape was perfect. It was extremely beautiful.
The stewed pork knuckle first absorbed the fragrance of the spices, then it was smeared with honey and fried. The next day, it was steamed until the pork knuckle melted in the mouth and was soft and fragrant. Wouldn't the fragrance make one dizzy?
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