Chapter 865 A good pot
"Huh." Jiang Feng took a deep breath as soon as he left her, feeling like he had just finished a marathon.
He didn't even understand what he just saw here. Not only did he not understand, but the readers didn't understand, and maybe even the author who wrote this plot couldn't understand.
When he was in the fog, he felt like he was possessed. He wanted to run forward, keep running, chasing a sound, so much so that he still couldn't slow down and sat on the sofa. Even though I wasn't sweating, I was still panting, making it seem like I was really tired.
"Fengfeng, what's wrong with you? Did you go out for a run just now?" Wu Minqi only worked for half a day today and came back to rest in the afternoon. I had been on the phone with Mother Wu in the room, and when I came out, I saw Jiang Feng looking embarrassed.
"I...I ran up here just now. I was waiting for the elevator downstairs and couldn't wait." Jiang Feng came up with nonsense words at his fingertips.
"Then just wait a little longer. Waiting for the elevator will definitely be faster than running." Wu Minqi felt helpless and went to pour water for Jiang Feng, "It's such a cold day, what if you run all sweaty and sit here and catch a cold? You Are you sweating?”
"...No."
"By the way, Fengfeng, you'd better go to the store tomorrow. Zhang Weiyu said that the birthday gift he prepared for you, which is the pot he asked his father to make, has been sent. He asked you to pick it up in the store tomorrow, just in time to try it. Is it easy to use?" Wu Minqi asked.
"Pot?" Jiang Feng looked confused. After thinking for a long time, he finally remembered that there was indeed such a thing.
His birthday in April is now approaching the Chinese New Year not long after the end of January. Zhang Weiyu can celebrate his birthday in two months.
"How about that pot?" Jiang Feng was actually looking forward to it. After all, Zhang Weiyu was so impressed with the iron pot made by his father.
Zhang Weiyu's blacksmithing skills are all advanced, and his father's blacksmithing skills must be at a master level.
The iron pot made by master forging is definitely not bad.
"I didn't see it. It arrived this morning. It wasn't sent to the store. Zhang Weiyu just asked me to tell you." Wu Minqi said, "You must be tired from making the swallow-wing mat today. By the way, have you had dinner? If you don’t want to eat, I’ll cook some dumplings for you. I made some dumplings at home this afternoon.”
"Eat, I'll go to Li's house to eat."
Wu Minqi nodded: "Then you go to bed early, I'm going to apply a facial mask."
Seeing Wu Minqi leisurely preparing to find a facial mask, Jiang Feng remembered for no reason that she had searched and tried everywhere because of a vague smell of hand mask in her memory, but still to no avail.
Jiang Feng remembered that Wu Minqi had not done anything for a long time.
"By the way, Qiqi, you said before, have you found the taste of the Chaoshou you ate when you were a kid?" Jiang Feng suddenly asked.
Wu Minqi was stunned and shook her head: "No."
"Are you still looking for it now?"
"Of course, Fengfeng, why did you suddenly think of asking this?" Wu Minqi was a little surprised.
"It's nothing, I just suddenly noticed that you haven't tried to outflank me for a long time."
Wu Minqi smiled: "Do you want to eat Chaoshou? If you want to eat, I will make it for you tomorrow."
"And..." Wu Minqi blinked, "You can't find that flavor just by outflanking, it's just a useless effort. In fact, I could guess that it was a useless effort before, I just wanted to try it, but later I found out that it was useless. Of course, Not included.”
“Would you like to eat the soup with clear soup or the red oil soup tomorrow?”
Jiang Feng: "...clear soup."
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After discussing with Wu Minqi what to eat tomorrow, Jiang Feng washed up absentmindedly, returned to the room, and closed the door tightly.
Although he felt from the bottom of his heart that the memory just now was just a bunch of strange things that he didn't know what they were. Not only did he not give recipes, he also didn't teach any cooking skills, and it was also very tiring.
Keep running, keep running.
But he couldn't help but think about the process of running in the fog just now.
After I left, I thought about the running process just now, and it still felt a bit mysterious.
If I had to give a high-level description to the so-called running just now, it would probably be the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps that disciples in Xianxia novels take before joining the Immortal Cultivation Sect.
Jiang Feng had a very mysterious feeling when he was running. He felt that he and Jiang Chengde were a bit similar at that time. There is fog all around. I don’t know the way forward, the direction, or the future. I can’t believe in anything. The only thing I can believe in is my own intuition.
Relying on intuition, I kept running in one direction, and kept running. The things I could find became less and less, and the words I could hear became shorter and shorter. People become more and more tired, unable to run more and more, and finally stop.
The only difference is probably that Jiang Chengde found his direction in his own fog and walked out. At this stage, Jiang Feng didn't even understand why he entered the fog and walked out in confusion.
Although it was confusing, there was a small gain.
All in all, it is quite strange that it suddenly changed from an urban system novel to a fantasy novel about immortality.
Jiang Feng lay on the bed, feeling sleepy, his eyes gradually blurred, and he fell into sleep.
In the dream, he fell into a fog again. He kept running, kept running, and ran all night, almost exhausting himself to death.
Nightmare!
A complete nightmare!
When Jiang Feng woke up, he felt that he was almost psychologically affected by the fog. He was afraid that he would have PTSD about the dense fog in his memory in the future, and he did not dare to look at the remaining memory fragment. The finals are coming soon. If you look at your memory and see what happened, Chef Arnold will get a big advantage.
For breakfast, Wu Minqi made dumplings yesterday, stuffed with three delicacies. The dumplings are not big, each one is small and exquisite, and one bite is just right.
After eating the dumplings, Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi walked to Taifeng Tower together, wandering slowly and chatting about the finals. Wu Minqi still had some doubts about Jiang Feng making Jiang's ginseng soup in the finals. The main reason was that if Jiang Feng wanted to make this dish, no one else could help him because no one really knew how.
Then Jiang Feng told Wu Minqi that she could help him cook porridge, and also told her his plan to cook a few more dishes in addition to porridge and Jiang's ginseng soup during the finals.
Wu Minqi:?
The more we chatted along the way, the slower and slower we walked. As a result, both of them were late, and were recorded in the book by the selfless Comrade Wang Xiulian to have their wages deducted at the end of the month.
Look, even if you are ranked sixth on the celebrity chef list, your salary will still be deducted if you are late for work.
"Brother Feng, happy birthday!" As soon as Jiang Feng changed his clothes and entered the kitchen, he was startled by the iron pot held by Zhang Weiyu in both hands.
"Brother Feng can do it. Happy birthday is free. Are you wishing me a happy birthday last year or a happy birthday this year? No matter how late your birthday gift is, you can give it as a Valentine's Day gift." Jiang Feng took the iron pot and had some free time. Qing Yazhi made a joke.
Zhang Weiyu chuckled: "If you don't mind, Brother Feng, it's not impossible."
Jiang Feng:?
"gun!"
Although this birthday gift came a bit late, it is indeed a good pot.
This was the first time Jiang Feng had seen this kind of pot made by a blacksmith. Just by looking at it, it looked a little different from the various pots sold on the market. The surface of the pot was not that smooth, but it had a unique and regular beauty.
"Brother Feng, don't look at this pot. It looks ordinary and maybe a little ugly. My dad spent almost four months making it with his own hands. He destroyed one of the pots in the middle and it took so long. It's definitely... What a great pot!" Zhang Weiyu began to brag wildly about his father's cooking skills, "Can you believe that the dishes cooked in this pot are not as delicious as those cooked in other pots?"
"I don't believe it." Jiang Feng was skeptical. If his cooking skills could be improved simply by changing pots, then why would a chef do it?
“If you don’t believe me, fire one now!”
Then Jiang Feng really fired one.
I fried a double-crispy fried dish that was a test of my fire skills.
【A nearly perfect oil-fried double crispy dish】
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
Is this the legendary golden legendary artifact?
So is this what it feels like if you don’t have the ability and you have to make do with the equipment?
Although it has not improved much, the rating has changed from close to perfect to infinitely close to perfect, and it has not become perfect even with one more infinite, but this is already very amazing.
It’s a really good pot!
A very good pot in time, although it is useless, because Jiang Feng doesn't need a pot to make Jiang's ginseng soup.
"How's it going, Brother Feng, is it easy to use? Everyone who has used my dad's pot says it's easy to use!" Zhang Weiyu looked proud.
Jiang Feng looked at Zhang Weiyu and suddenly felt that this guy's advanced blacksmithing skills were really hidden in Tai Feng Tower.
If he went back and honestly learned blacksmithing from his father, how much he would have contributed to Chinese cooking!
"Zhang Weiyu."
"Eh."
"How about I fire you now and let you go back and learn blacksmithing from your dad?"
Zhang Weiyu:? ? ?
Repaying kindness with hatred? ? ? (End of chapter)