Chapter 697: Broth S level, get
Jiang Feng stayed in the hospital for two days and was discharged from the hospital on July 15, the day when Wang Hao paid his salary.
In just two days, Jiang Feng gained 3 pounds.
As for how he gained these 3 pounds, Jiang Feng could only say that no meal is innocent.
He was admitted to the hospital on July 13 and discharged on July 15. In less than three days, the patients in Jiang Feng’s ward, their families, doctors and nurses all deeply remembered these three places in Tai Feng Building. Character.
The guy in the bed next to Jiang Feng, who was also the person who suffered the most in the past two days, said: I want to eat. I want to eat very much now. Even if I am discharged from the hospital and have no money on my card to temporarily borrow some from Dad Ma, I still want to eat.
After being discharged from the hospital, Jiang Feng's proficiency level increased rapidly.
He no longer eats braised pork. Without the buff, Jiang Feng would not be able to work hard all the time as before when he was brushing up his proficiency. What would he do? He would occasionally desert, and occasionally listen to the conversation of the guy with the lowest seniority in Yonghe. Gossip, even at lunch time he and Lu Sheng would go out to eat instead of staying in the store to save time.
The quality of his practice time has declined, but his efficiency has greatly increased.
It may sound like a sick sentence, but it's true.
The seasoning proficiency, which had been progressing slowly before, and Jiang Feng once suspected that it was stuck, finally began to increase at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if everything before was just a bug caused by the buff of braised pork. Now that Jiang Feng has fixed the bug, the system starts to work. Run again, faster and more efficiently.
Jiang Feng originally thought that he would reach the master level in early August, but the actual speed was much faster than he expected. After all the psychological and physical obstacles were cleared, Jiang Feng's seasoning proficiency could be said to be growing rapidly.
July 24th is a day destined to be remembered.
Jiang Feng's seasoning has reached the master level.
He didn't look at the attribute panel, but he knew very well that his seasoning had reached the master.
Because he saw the freshly cooked soup in front of him.
【Soup S Grade】
He made S-level soup stock.
A quality soup stock was made.
I also completed the main mission that was just released not long ago, and received the mission reward [A Memory of Zhao Lanhua], which added another memory lying in the item bar.
Jiang Feng didn't taste the soup stock in front of him first. After nearly three months, two of which were the physically and mentally exhausted years of cooking that he didn't want to recall, he finally made an S-level soup stock, beating the A-level and That thin layer of window paper between the S-Class.
He felt like crying.
Jiang Feng considers himself not a sentimental person. It can be said that since he was a child, apart from pure meat wontons and Li Hongzhang's chowder, he only ate Wang Xiulian. The slaps from Jiang Jiankang and the old man would make him cry.
I was so excited that I wanted to cry, maybe this is the first time.
"Master...Brother Feng, what are you doing here? Is this pot of soup ready? I'll take it over. My master wants the soup." The youngest brother jumped to Jiang Feng's side, trying to attack Jiang Feng. Start with the S-class soup stock in front of you.
"Don't move yet!" Jiang Feng reacted and intervened, "Don't move this pot of soup. You watch here and don't let others take it. I'll call Master Peng."
The youngest brother:?
Is Brother Feng really not his great-uncle?
Why does it feel so natural to arouse him?
Jiang Feng went to call Peng Changping. Although Peng Changping stayed in Yongheju every day, he did not stay in the kitchen all the time. As a famous chef who has spent most of his life in the kitchen, Peng Changping does not have that much love for the kitchen. When guiding his disciples, he usually just points them out and leaves them to figure out the rest. Only when he is guiding Jiang Feng It will take more time and thought - maybe this is why Jiang Feng has repeatedly clarified but some people still think that he is Peng Changping's closed disciple.
Peng Changping used to stay in the lobby and the second floor, especially during business hours. He would sit in a corner with a thermos cup in his hand. From time to time, a waiter would come to care if he needed to refill his tea, just like an ordinary diner.
When Jiang Feng went to look for him on the second floor, Peng Changping was sitting in the corner drinking tea as usual.
"Master Peng." Jiang Feng called Peng Changping.
"Huh?" Peng Changping turned to look at Jiang Feng, "Did something happen in the kitchen?"
"I want to invite you to taste the soup stock I just made." Jiang Feng said.
Peng Changping didn't ask the reason, nodded and said "good" softly, and followed Jiang Feng into the kitchen.
"Your recent condition is much better than before." Peng Changping said with a smile, "Do you understand?"
"Yes." Jiang Feng nodded and handed him the small spoon for tasting.
"Just think about it. Learning a craft is a very pure thing. It requires concentration, but few people can do it. There are no obstacles in this world that are insurmountable. Just think about many things and it will be fine." Peng Changping said , "Restaurant management is nothing more than that. Next time I have time, I will tell you some of my experience when I was running a restaurant."
Jiang Feng:...
I think your experience may be of little use.
Peng Changping scooped some of the still steaming broth with a small spoon and took a sip.
Peng Changping was stunned.
"Have you tasted it?" Peng Changping asked.
Jiang Feng shook his head: "No, I just think this pot is different from the others. I forgot to taste it, so I went to call you."
Peng Changping smiled, a wide smile, with the corners of his mouth raised, and his originally small eyes narrowed into slits. Even his gray eyebrows revealed relief and joy.
"Earlier you told me that you didn't think the stock was good enough. I thought you were worried about external things and went into a dead end. These days, I see that you don't seem to be worried about foreign things anymore, but you still practice soup stock. I thought you didn't get out of the dead end. Come out, I was discussing with Junior Brother Qin how to persuade you yesterday, but now it seems that I am ignorant.”
"I didn't expect you to have such high demands on yourself, nor did I expect you to do so well."
"Previously, I just thought that you were talented and would surely regain your former glory in time, so I thought of teaching you Jiang's Ginseng Soup as the icing on the cake and giving you some pointers. Now it seems that you can not only regain your former glory, but you may even surpass you too." "Grandpa, I regret not taking you as my apprentice. If I have you as my apprentice, I will be able to boast in the future," Peng Changping said with a smile, "If I can live a few more years."
Jiang Feng was stunned. He also thought that he was awesome for being able to make S-level soup stock, but he couldn't blame Peng Changping for boasting about his rainbow fart.
I was so embarrassed that I even wanted to hear a few more words.
"Try it yourself." Peng Changping said.
Jiang Feng picked up a small spoon and took a bite, imitating Peng Changping.
Jiang Feng was stunned.
He couldn't believe that this soup stock came from him.
The mellow aroma of chicken soup, the saltiness of ham, and the essence of various ingredients are all gathered in this soup stock. The taste of the mountains, the taste of the sea, the most primitive delicacy of food, and human memory of delicious food can all be summarized by this soup stock in front of us. .
If the bowl of soup that Jiang Xiaoran drank in his memory tasted like this, Jiang Feng could only say that it would be worth beating him ten times for this bowl of soup.
There are some differences between clear soup and stock. Clear soup is destined to give up part of its delicious taste because of its pursuit of a clear, watery color, but stock does not have this concern. The existence of soup stock is for the sake of freshness. It is the best interpretation of the word "freshness" in Chinese food by the ancients in that era when ingredients were scarce. It is the best weapon to fight MSG in this era of highly developed industrialization.
Thousands of words, all in the soup.
"Master Peng, I want to stop for a moment." Jiang Feng said.
"Huh?" Peng Changping looked at him.
"I want to learn Jiang's Ginseng Soup from you after a while. Starting tomorrow, I will help out at Tai Feng Building. The business in the store is really not going well during this period. I think it's time for me to go back and help." Jiang Feng whispered.
"Go." Peng Changping had no objection, "Do what you want to do. You have had a hard day today. Go back early and have a good rest. Take this pot of soup back with you and let your two grandfathers have a taste. They will So proud of you.”
"Thank you, Master Peng." Jiang Feng went to find the container.
Peng Changping looked at the chicken soup in front of him and took a sip of it. He didn't know why he felt that he had a special appetite now. Looking back now, he felt that the soup stock just now was particularly delicious.
He hadn't felt this way for a long time.
Peng Changping tasted some more soup.
It was particularly flavorful, salty and bland, and very fresh, which gave him the feeling that his sense of taste was more sensitive.
You must know that his sense of taste has also deteriorated somewhat seriously, but he has become accustomed to it over the years. In order to maintain a healthy diet and cannot eat heavy oil and salt, he has become accustomed to eating dishes that are delicious but always feel tasteless.
"Little..." Peng Changping looked at the young man next to him, who seemed to be his disciple and had the lowest seniority that he had never taught, and he couldn't pronounce his name for a while.
"Master, my surname is Chu!" The guy with the lowest seniority finally had a surname.
"Is there anything to eat? Just make me some side dishes and let me have a taste of your cooking." Peng Changping said with a smile and was in a very good mood.
Xiao Chu:! ! !
Although he didn't know why, his intuition told him that he should thank his teacher...Brother Feng.
Thank you, Brother Feng! (End of chapter)