Life is a Game

Diao Gaotang is different from stir-frying and cutting vegetables. It is a long process that requires time and patience.

Starting from the fifteenth day, the servants who had been in a row in the Jiang’s small yard waiting to get vegetables disappeared, but they just came to deliver fresh ingredients every morning. Only the three small carrot heads of the Jiang family are the same as before. They stand outside the window and watch Jiang Chengde in the kitchen quietly every day, rain or shine. They just don't even dare to speak quietly.

Jiang Feng, like them, watched quietly in the kitchen every day.

Look at Jiang Chengde's processing of whole chicken, processing of large pieces of pork bones, processing of dried shrimps, scallops, mushrooms, bamboo shoots and ham.

Watch him hang the soup, watch him add firewood.

In this era without gas stoves, it is far less convenient and simple to bring up a pot of good soup.

Hanging soup requires time, ranging from six hours to ten to twenty hours. Jiang Feng and the others only need to adjust the size of the fire and set an alarm clock. When they think that the time is almost up, they will go to the pot and watch them. He can process the ingredients for a few hours in the middle or simply go outside to rest. Watching by the pot is time-consuming and laborious.

But Jiang Chengde couldn't.

Because he burns wood.

In the era of wood burning, it is particularly difficult to control the heat. A good chef can not only be good by himself, but also a good wood burning buddy. It is best to have a tacit understanding with the cook who cooks, so that he can make truly perfect. Dishes.

This is why Jiang Chengde must cook firewood for his own son in Taifeng Building.

Jiang Chengde hung the broth for seven days, using the same ingredients every day, and talking about the same time. From the morning until the sky turned dark, he hung out a pot of soup for more than ten hours.

Then they didn’t use the soup for cooking, and used it to cook noodles. Once they boiled a big pot, Jiang's family ate noodles in stock for seven days.

After eating, Jiang Feng felt that the first thing he did to leave him was to hang a pot of soup and then cook noodles.

Delicious food often only requires the simplest way of cooking, a bowl of broth and a handful of noodles are enough, without even adding eggs.

Jiang Feng could feel that Jiang Chengde's seven days of hanging the soup was different from the previous fourteen days.

For the previous fourteen days, a cycle every seven days, Jiang Chengde was trying to replicate his state from a beginner to a learned one, step by step, and become stronger step by step. And this time for seven days, Jiang Chengde was more like exploring, trying.

He went all out to hang every pot of soup with his heart, and hanged seven pots in seven days, seeming to find the limit of his current cooking skills.

In this way, Jiang Feng is even more looking forward to what Jiang Chengde will do on the 22nd day.

On the 22nd day, Jiang Chengde began to practice turning spoons.

On the 25th day, Jiang Chengde began to practice thickening.

On the 28th day, Jiang Chengde began to practice bombing.

On the 31st day, Jiang Chengde began to practice braising.

On the thirty-fourth day, Jiang Chengde began to practice stewing.

On the thirty-seventh day, Jiang Chengde began to practice steaming.

On the fortieth day, Jiang Chengde began to practice 炝.

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On the sixty-first day, Jiang Chengde began to practice sugar-drinking.

On the sixty-fourth day, Jiang Chengde began to practice turning the spoon.

Unconsciously, Jiang Feng has been in this memory for more than two months.

But he didn't think this time was very long, or even short, he was an eye-opener in these two months.

He saw Jiang Chengde with his own eyes, like teaching, and like showing off skills. He put all the cooking skills he could imagine, know, know, know, and won’t in front of him over and over again, as if The task is generally shown again.

Ordinary, difficult and unlearned.

It’s getting harder and harder to go up one level at a time.

Jiang Feng was surprised to see it. It was the first time to understand why both the old man and Peng Changping admired Jiang Chengde so much.

He is the encyclopedia of Chinese food. He knows all the techniques and is also familiar with all the techniques. This is the real master of the collection of hundreds of schools, and he only needs to master them.

And he is now mastering it.

Jiang Chengde is enlightening, Jiang Feng is learning.

He is now following Jiang Chengde every day, staring at him constantly, watching him chop vegetables, watching him cook, watching him burn wood, and watch him wash dishes. Only Jiang Chengde can enter the kitchen, and everyone else can only wait outside, standing and waiting quietly, without interrupting.

At this point, even if they don't understand what Jiang Chengde is doing, they all realize that Jiang Chengde is doing something unprecedented and great.

There was a long line in the yard again. Jiang Feng felt that there were more small servants than at the beginning. From one row to two rows, from the early morning to the moon hanging willow heads, waiting for a plate of dishes kept coming from the kitchen, people People come and go, but they are extremely quiet.

The big turning spoon is the last technique Jiang Chengde practiced.

The basic skills have a cycle of seven days, and the techniques have a cycle of three days. When the 66th day was over, Jiang Feng thought that on the 67th day Jiang Chengde would start to master or practice a new thing he could not think of, Jiang Chengde chose to stop.

Over the past two months, he hasn’t stopped for a single day. He has practiced in the kitchen from morning to night every day, working tirelessly around the pots and stoves, just like a robot that only keeps practicing, cooking, dish after dish. The fragrant and exquisite dishes were born from him.

Now he started to stop cooking.

Jiang Chengde suddenly stopped when Jiang Feng felt that he was about to become a master of mastery, and truly began to write his own chapter of culinary art.

He still stayed in the kitchen every day, but no longer took the kitchen knife or the spatula, just moved a small bench and sat quietly in the kitchen, staring at the stove like thinking and daze.

He sat for three days.

In the past three days, Jiang Chengde has not cooked once, and has not even cooked breakfast. Jiang Huiqin cooks all Jiang Huiqin’s meals. When Jiang Huiqin was cooking, Jiang Chengde was sitting in the kitchen watching, watching Jiang Huiqin cooking, and watching Jiang Huiqin's cooking without saying a word, or making any comments, even if Jiang Huiqin's cooking was really bad sometimes.

The little servants in the yard disappeared. Jiang Weijin, Jiang Weiming, the older ones, still go to work in Taifeng Building every day as usual. Jiang Chengde obviously didn't cook, but everyone still didn't dare to disturb him.

It was not that no one was bothering at all. On the third afternoon when Jiang Chengde stopped cooking, boss Lu paid a visit. He didn’t mention Jiang Chengde to go back to work. He just brought some supplements such as bird’s nest and cordyceps. The deputy came to care about Jiang Chengde's body.

Jiang Chengde didn't see him and stayed in the kitchen. Jiang Huiqin came forward and told Boss Lu that her brother was thinking about the critical moment, and asked Boss Lu not to go in and disturb Jiang Chengde.

Jiang Chengde was like Wang Yangming sitting in his yard and squeezing bamboo, facing the boiler every day, just like the Wang family watching Wang Yangming, no one can see what he is doing.

Maybe Jiang Chengde didn't quite understand it himself.

But Jiang Feng understood a bit.

Jiang Chengde is now a master of cooking. He now has mastered almost all Chinese food techniques, and he has gone through them from start to finish in the previous two months. He is now looking for a way of his own, a way that needs to transcend these techniques and truly understand these techniques.

Master, very accomplished.

Grandmaster, start a school.

Jiang Chengde is experiencing the transformation from master to master.

This transformation is more than ten days.

Since Jiang Chengde sits in a daze in the kitchen every day, he can better remember how many days have passed since he practiced the dishes before. Jiang Feng can't even remember that Jiang Chengde made seventeen in the kitchen. Stay for eighteen days.

Jiang Chengde was in a daze, and Jiang Feng was also in a daze.

He was reminiscing, recalling, thinking and experiencing what Jiang Chengde had shown in the previous two months.

This is an unreserved culinary demonstration by a master who is about to become a grandmaster. Jiang Feng has watched it for two months and feels that he can memorize it for two years, and may not even be able to completely memorize it for two years.

On the eighteenth or nineteenth day, Jiang Chengde did not go into the kitchen and sit in a daze after getting up in the morning and coming out of the room for the first time.

"Hui Qin." Jiang Chengde hasn't spoken to his family for too long, and it will take a long time for him to suddenly call Jiang Huiqin's name and nothing will happen.

"Brother!" Jiang Huiqin looked very happy.

Jiang Chengde handed it a note: "Go and buy the food I want on the note. You don't have to trouble Boss Lu, just one."

"Alright!" Jiang Huiqin took the note and hopped like a rabbit carrying the basket and ran away.

Jiang Huiqin was very efficient at buying vegetables, but he bought back the ingredients Jiang Chengde wanted in more than half an hour. Jiang Feng was stunned when he saw the ingredients. They knew the ingredients too well.

This is the ingredient of Jiang's ginseng soup.

Jiang Chengde will make Jiang's ginseng soup.

In the past two months, Jiang Chengde has made many dishes, some are easy and some are difficult. He even made Cannon Dolphins and Buddha Jumping the Wall, but he did not make Jiang's Ginseng Soup. Jiang Feng didn't think much about it. Even if he thought of it, he would feel that the reason Jiang Chengde didn't do it was that the time required for Jiang's participation was too long and it was unnecessary.

But now seeing the ingredients Jiang Huiqin bought back, Jiang Feng suddenly understood.

It's not that this is necessary, but Jiang Chengde deliberately didn't do it. He just wanted to save Jiang's ginseng soup for the last.

Jiang Feng followed Jiang Chengde into the kitchen and watched him start to hang the soup, start processing the sea cucumber, and start to cook it.

The steps are so familiar, but at the same time a bit strange.

Jiang Chengde's approach is somewhat different from Jiang Hengzhong, and also somewhat different from what Peng Changping gave to Jiang Feng.

It's not the same. Everyone's Jiang's ginseng soup is different~www.readwn.com~ It's not the same as the habit, it is obvious that you can intuitively feel the difference.

Everyone has their own place in Jiang's ginseng soup.

Jiang Feng watched Jiang Chengde cooking quietly.

Same as before, from morning to night.

But it was a little different from the original, Jiang Feng looked at it for the first time.

If there is a camera that can take pictures of Jiang Feng's wandering state before showing him, Jiang Feng will find that his state of wandering is very similar to Jiang Chengde's state of sitting in the kitchen every day for more than ten days.

Coupled with the fact that the two are somewhat similar in appearance, it seems even more thoughtful.

The fragrance began to diffuse in the kitchen.

Jiang Feng's thoughts drifted further and further with the fragrance.

When the dish was finished, Jiang Huiqin didn't know when she walked into the kitchen, and she stood next to Jiang Chengde.

Jiang Huiqin didn't dare to speak or interrupt as before.

"Hui Qin, come and taste it." Jiang Huiqin did not dare to speak, but Jiang Chengde spoke first.

Jiang Huiqin stepped forward, hesitated for a moment, and scooped half a spoon of ginseng soup with a small spoon.

Blow it and send it into the mouth.

Jiang Huiqin's eyes lit up.

"Is it different from the original?" Jiang Chengde asked with a smile. This is the first time Jiang Feng has seen Jiang Chengde smile in more than two months.

Jiang Huiqin nodded frantically, with surprise and excitement written on her face, she swallowed the hot ginseng in her mouth, and couldn't wait to say: "Really, brother, you are so amazing! It's different, it's different from what you did before."

"It's really different!"

"That's good." Jiang Chengde seemed very calm.

"I'll cook tonight. Go to Taifeng Building and talk to boss Lu. I'll go back tomorrow."

Jiang Feng left the memory.