v3 Chapter 861： 1 good pot

"Huh." Jiang Feng took a breath as soon as he left him, feeling that he had just finished a marathon.

He didn't understand what he saw here just now, not only he didn't understand it, the reader didn't understand it, maybe even the author who wrote this plot didn't understand it.

When he was in the fog, he felt like he was possessed. He wanted to run forward, and kept running, chasing a sound, so that he didn't get any slower and sat on the sofa. Obviously, I was not sweating, but I kept breathing, making it seem like I was really tired.

"Fengfeng, what's the matter with you? Did you just go out for a run?" Wu Minqi only worked half-day shift today, and returned to rest this afternoon. I had been on the phone with Mama Wu in the room before, and when I came out, I saw Jiang Feng's embarrassed look.

"I... I just jogged up, and I waited for the elevator downstairs and never waited." Jiang Feng came up with his own words.

"Then you can wait a while longer. Waiting for the elevator is definitely faster than running." Wu Minqi felt helpless and went to pour Jiang Feng. "This is a cold day, what if you run out of sweat and sit here and catch a cold? 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 is that the pot he asked his father to make has already been sent, so you can go to the store tomorrow to get it, just to try Does it work well?" Wu Minqi said.

"Guo?" Jiang Feng looked dazed, thinking for a long time before remembering that there was indeed such a thing.

He celebrated his birthday in April, and now it’s not long before the end of January to celebrate the New Year. Zhang Weiyu can send it to his two-year birthday together in two months.

"How about that pot?" Jiang Feng is actually looking forward to this pot. After all, Zhang Weiyu blows the iron pot that his father personally beat so fascinatingly.

Zhang Weiyu's iron strikes are all advanced, and his father's iron strikes must be a master.

The wok made by master wrought iron is certainly not bad.

"I didn't see it. It was not delivered to the store this morning. Zhang Weiyu asked me to tell you." Wu Minqi said, "You must be tired from making swallow wings today. By the way, have you eaten dinner? I will cook you some dumplings without eating. I made some dumplings at home this afternoon."

"Eat, I went to Li's house to eat."

Wu Minqi nodded: "Then you go to bed early, I'm going to apply a mask."

Seeing how Wu Minqi was going to look for a facial mask, Jiang Feng remembered for no reason why she had looked around and tried everywhere because of the vague smell of copycats in her memory. She was confused and confused, but still to no avail.

Jiang Feng remembered that Wu Minqi hadn't circumvented her for a long time.

"By the way, Qiqi, you said before, did you find the taste of chaoshou you were looking for when you were young?" Jiang Feng asked suddenly.

Wu Minqi was taken aback and shook her head: "No."

"Then are you still looking for it now?"

"Of course, Fengfeng, why do you suddenly remember to ask this?" Wu Minqi was a little strange.

"It's nothing, I just found out suddenly that you haven't done anything for a long time."

Wu Minqi smiled: "Do you want to eat chaoshou? If you want to eat, I will give you a bag tomorrow."

"Moreover..." Wu Minqi blinked, "You can't find the taste just by outflanking your hands. It's all useless. I could actually guess that it was useless before. I just wanted to try it, but I found it was useless later. No more."

"Tomorrow's Chaoshou, do you want clear soup or red oil?"

Jiang Feng: "...clear soup."

After discussing what to eat tomorrow with Wu Minqi, Jiang Feng washed up absently, went back to the room, and closed the door tightly.

Although he felt from the heart that the memory just now was a bunch of strange things that he didn't know what it was, it was tiring not to give recipes or teach any cooking skills.

Keep running, keep running.

But he just couldn't help thinking about the process of running in the mist just now.

After leaving, thinking back to the process of running just now, there is still a bit of mysterious feeling.

If he insisted on giving a tall description to the so-called running that I didn't know, it would probably be the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps that the disciple walked before he entered the Xiuxian School in the Xianxia novel.

Jiang Feng had a very mysterious feeling when running. He felt that he was a bit like Jiang Chengde at that time. I don’t know the way forward, the direction, and the future. I can’t believe anything. The only thing I can believe is my instinct.

Relying on intuition to keep running in one direction, keep running, there are fewer and fewer things to find, and the words that can be heard are getting shorter and shorter. People are getting tired and unable to run, and finally stop.

The only difference is probably that Jiang Chengde found a direction in his own fog and walked out. At this stage, Jiang Feng didn't even figure out why he wanted to enter the fog, and walked out confusedly.

Although confused, but there is a little gain.

All in all, the sudden change from urban system literature to Xiuxian fantasy novel is quite amazing.

Jiang Feng was lying on the bed, sleepiness struck, his eyes gradually blurred and fell asleep.

In his dream, he fell into a fog again, running non-stop, running non-stop, running all night, almost exhausted himself.

Nightmare!

A proper nightmare!

When Jiang Feng woke up, he felt that he was about to have a psychological shadow of the fog. I was afraid that there would be ptsd of the dense fog in the future, and he did not dare to look at the remaining memory fragment. The finals are coming soon. If you look at the memory and see how good things are going to happen, wouldn't Chef Arnold get a big deal in vain.

For breakfast, Wu Minqi made dumplings yesterday, filled with Sanxian, the dumplings are not big, all small and exquisite, they taste just right for each bite.

After eating the dumplings, Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi walked to Taifeng Tower together, shaking slowly all the way, and chatting about the finals by the way. Wu Minqi still has some doubts about Jiang Feng making Jiang's ginseng soup in the final, mainly because if Jiang Feng makes this dish, no one else can help him, because everyone really won't.

Then Jiang Feng told Wu Minqi that she could cook porridge for herself, and by the way told her about the idea of ​​preparing a few more dishes in addition to the porridge and Jiang's ginseng when she was preparing for the final.

Wu Minqi:?

Talking more and more along the way, and walking slower and slower, which directly caused both of them to be late, and they were recorded by the hard-hearted Comrade Wang Xiulian to deduct their wages at the end of the month.

Look, even if the celebrity chef is ranked sixth, the salary will still be deducted for being late for work.

"Brother Feng, happy birthday!" As soon as Jiang Feng entered the kitchen after changing his clothes, he was startled by the iron pan held by Zhang Weiyu in both hands.

"Brother Feng is fine, happy birthday is exempted. Do you wish me a happy birthday last year or a happy birthday this year? You can give this birthday gift as Valentine's Day gift if it is later." Jiang Feng took the iron pot and was free Qing Yazhi made a joke.

Zhang Weiyu smiled: "If you don't mind Brother Feng, it's not impossible."

Jiang Feng:?

"Gun!"

Although this birthday gift came late, it is indeed a good pot.

This is the first time Jiang Feng has seen this kind of pot made by a blacksmith himself. It looks a little different from all kinds of pots on the market, and the pot noodles are not so smooth but there is a uniqueness. And regular beauty.

"Brother Feng, don’t look at this pot looking ordinary, it might be a bit ugly, but my dad took almost four months to type it out with his own hands. It took so long to waste one in the middle. It’s definitely Good pot!” Zhang Weiyu began to brag about his father’s craftsmanship, “Do you believe it or not that the dishes fried in this pot are delicious without using other pots?”

"I don't believe it." Jiang Feng was skeptical about this. If the cooking skill can be improved by simply changing the pot, then what will the chef do.

"If you don't believe me, you fry one now!"

Then Jiang Feng really fired one.

Fried a piece of oil that is a test of fire power, double crisp.

[An infinitely close to perfect oil burst double crisp]

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

Is this the artifact of the legendary golden legend?

It turns out that this is the feeling of being unable to use equipment?

Although it has not improved much, the rating has changed from close to perfect to infinite close to perfect, and one more infinite does not become perfect, but this is already very amazing.

It's really a good pot!

A very timely and good pot, although it is useless, because Jiang Feng doesn't need a pot to make Jiang's ginseng soup.

"How about it, Brother Feng, is it easy to use? People who have used my dad's pot say it is easy to use!" Zhang Weiyu looked proud.

Jiang Feng looked at Zhang Weiyu and suddenly felt that this high-level iron-strike skill was really a secret cast in Taifeng Building.

If he goes back to be honest, how much contribution he can make to Chinese cooking by learning how to fight with his dad!

"Zhang Weiyu."

"Eh."

"How about you say I am driving you now and let you go back and learn how to fight iron with your father?"

Zhang Weiyu:? ? ?

En will revenge? ? ?