Chapter 163
That night, Jiang Feng had a bizarre dream.
After one try, he successfully made Li Hongzhang's chowder. After Wang Hao tasted it, he hugged him and cried bitterly, saying that the two Fouriers were too difficult and that his "Optical Information Processing" failed again. The dream ended with Wang Hao crying bitterly throughout the whole process.
So much so that Jiang Feng felt a little guilty when he saw Wang Hao brushing his teeth on the balcony the next morning. Wang Hao hugged his thigh and cried over and over again while calling, "Dad, teach me Fourier!" His voice, appearance, and appearance still remained in his mind. .
"Brother Feng, when did you come back last night?" Wang Hao asked while brushing his teeth.
"It's about twelve o'clock. You were all asleep by then. Our family went to have a dinner with my uncle and my fourth and fifth uncles." Jiang Feng said. He turned on his phone and clicked on the Tieba. The new day would start with watching Wang Hao's yesterday. The update starts.
Hey, no update?
"Brother Feng, your game last night was really awesome. Apart from the fall, you were like a male god. I am ready to admire you from the bottom of my heart. Really, idol. If you win the championship It will bring glory to our physics department, and you can hold up banners even when you go back to your alma mater!" Wang Hao almost let it slip, and the topic took a turn.
Jiang Feng imagined the banner in Wang Hao's mouth: Congratulations to Chef Jiang Feng, a well-known alumnus of our school's Department of Physics, for visiting his alma mater!
Shivering, Jiang Feng asked, "Why didn't you update yesterday?"
"I won't write novels anymore. It's a waste of time." Wang Hao said with a serious face, "There are too many classes this semester. I feel that writing novels has seriously affected my study. I decided to change my past and start a new life. Study hard and make progress every day! ”
Unexpectedly, Wang Hao could still have such determination, Jiang Feng instantly stood in awe of him.
After washing up, Jiang Feng went to the store.
This morning I ate Jiang Jiankang’s special version of a super-large luxury sandwich with toppings. Lettuce, tomatoes, eggs, beef tenderloin, chicken chops and pork chops were all stuffed into two mediocre pieces of fresh toast bought from a street bakery. Jiang Jiankang couldn’t even eat it. Eating it in three bites shows how filling this sandwich is.
It was a bit too difficult to bite down four layers of meat, one layer of vegetables and two slices of bread in one bite. Jiang Feng took the sandwich and ate it in small bites, eyeing the dozen or so live chickens that the supplier had delivered in the morning.
"Mom, please leave some chickens for me today." Jiang Feng said.
"What do you want the chicken for?" Wang Xiulian suddenly became alert. These chickens are all used to make Texas Braised Chicken, and each chicken represents a huge profit.
"The theme of the 16-to-8 competition is chicken. I want to try if I can make Babao Chicken using the method of making Babao Chestnut Pigeon." Jiang Feng said.
Since it is a competition, you have to do what you are good at. Theoretically, the recipe for Babao Chestnut Pigeon can be applied to all poultry, but the ingredients and ratio of the fillings need to be changed. Jiang Feng thought that the dish would be ready after the two old men came over to give some advice in the middle of the morning.
"If you want to make chicken, just make Dingqiao Babao Chicken!" Jiang Jiankang suggested, "They are all stuffed with plain fillings. Wait until your grandpa and third grandpa come and let them teach you the ratio of the fillings. It will be done soon." Can get started.”
"Is Babao Chicken easy to sell?" Wang Xiulian is more concerned about this issue.
"Easy to sell, it will definitely be easy to sell." Jiang Jiankang said, thinking that Jiang Feng was always unreliable and good at overturning the first time, and added, "If it is done well, it will definitely be easy to sell!"
"Okay, son, you go pick out a few." Wang Xiulian said generously, "I will contact the supplier tomorrow and ask them to send a few more."
"You have to choose tender hens, the ones with tender meat!" Jiang Jiankang reminded.
Jiang Feng quickly finished the sandwich in his hand, wiped his hands, and went to the kitchen to pick the chicken. Amidst the sound of "clucking", I looked through all the tied hens one by one, picked out the three tenderest ones, grabbed them, killed the whole chickens, took off the bones, and kept them for later use in the kitchen. Cutting vegetables while waiting for two old men to give on-site guidance.
Ji Yue arrived before the two old men and worked hard on the sketch for two days. Now her whole body exudes the smell of a rich woman, so swollen that she doesn't even bring a tablet with her when she comes to the store.
As soon as he entered the store, he went straight to the kitchen and said excitedly to Jiang Feng who was cutting vegetables: "Jiang Feng, you are so popular!"
Am I on fire?!
Jiang Feng suddenly raised his head. He became famous the first time he appeared on TV. Could it be that his real talent is not in cooking but in the entertainment industry?
"Oh, why are you so popular?" Jiang Feng looked calm and calm, showing that he was indifferent to fame and fortune.
"Hot searches! Oh, I forgot you don't use Weibo, wait a minute!" Ji Yue took out her phone, flipped to Weibo's hot searches, and handed the phone to Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng took it and took a look:
#张光行#
#张光行 father#
#张光行国产#
#The most handsome chef in history#
#电影影视第一爱#
#是什么意思#
#张光 HangGraduation Photo#
……
Jiang Feng:???
He saw Zhang Guanghang filling the screen, and couldn't even find the word "jiang". Where was he on the hot search???
"No me!" Jiang Feng expressed his grievance.
"Why not?" Ji Yue took back her mobile phone and pointed at the line #thatwastraveledafter#, "Isn't this the one?"
Jiang Feng was confused.
"Everyone on Weibo is saying that you were reborn after that fall. There are also people who wrote fan fiction. There are so many jokes. I laughed to death after reading them all morning. But it is a little more popular than Zhang Guanghang." Ji Yue held her phone and continued to browse, "Look, it's this blogger. The fan fiction he wrote is so good!"
Jiang Feng took a look.
Did you Fourier transform today
Wang Hao trumpet.
What I said in the morning about studying hard and making progress every day, bah!
"I won't bother you anymore. You have to compete in a few days. Come on!" Ji Yue said, "Hey, by the way, are you familiar with Zhang Guanghang? Let's have a casual dinner together!"
Hey, woman.
"It's okay, it looks familiar." Jiang Feng's expression didn't change.
After Ji Yue left, Jiang Feng continued to cut vegetables, cucumbers, carrots, and winter melons. Soon the empty plate next to the chopping board became full, and a mountain of vegetable sticks was piled up.
While cutting Jiang Feng, he kept saying: "Writing novels, I know how to write novels every day."
"Do you know the Fourier transform, do you know the Laplace, have you mastered convolution, do you still remember the matrix, can you understand the two-dimensional Fourier analysis..."
I pulled out a thick white radish with a rough skin. It looked like it had been violently cleaned by Comrade Wang Xiulian, and was chopped off with a knife.
"Ha, hot chicken." Jiang Feng chuckled.
Jiang Weiguo & Jiang Weiming watched for five minutes at the kitchen door:...
"Hey, today's children are no better than we were back then. They haven't endured as much hardship, and their ability to withstand stress is relatively poor. Let's not push our children too hard." Jiang Weiming sighed.
Jiang Weiguo:......
"I called the old lady and asked her to take good care of the big flowers."
With that said, he sighed and walked out. (End of chapter)