Jiang Feng stayed in his memory for many days.

It was so long that he began to wonder if he was trapped in this memory.

For seven days in a row, Jiang Feng saw the same scene every day. Starting from the morning, Jiang Chengde got up the first to make breakfast and lunch, and the whole family ate dinner, and Jiang Huiqin took lunch to school with a lunch box. Jiang Chengde led the eldest and second and third to work in Taifeng Building, and the fourth child stayed at home to take care of the fifth, sixth and seventh children, until Jiang Huiqin came home from school in the afternoon, and the fourth child went to Taifeng Building to take care of the three little radish heads. On days when she doesn't go to school, Jiang Huiqin also goes out early, and she dresses up beautifully, probably going out on a date with Li Mingyi.

Every day is like this, it's like an infinite loop.

Jiang Feng can only stay in the house and can't get out, the wall is not allowed to wear, the limit is to get stuck in the wall, and he can't even see what is outside, so he can only take advantage of the time when everyone goes out and comes back to open the door every day to see the scenery outside.

He stayed in the Jiang family's old house for seven days and watched the wonderful performance of the little radish head for seven days.

I found out that the old man ate his hands when he was a child.

Gnaw hard, the kind that gnaws like a thief.

Nothing else was found.

Jiang Feng was going to be depressed.

It's not that he hasn't been in his memory for a long time, and he has also been in Xia Muqi's memory for a long time before. But at that time, Xia Muqi went out every day and went to different places every day, and Jiang Feng followed him like a tourist. Unlike now, you can only be trapped in this small mansion every day, looking forward to the wall, looking up at the square sky, if you look closely, the stars do not change much every night.

It's just too boring, too boring, too uninspiring.

Jiang Feng only hated that he couldn't hold anything in his memory, otherwise he would definitely go to the kitchen to chop vegetables, cook vegetables, and help Jiang Huiqin cook dinner.

He can be regarded as having experienced that the young lady of a large family in the feudal period did not go out of the door - this is really not a life for people.

It wasn't until the eighth day that things began to turn around.

Jiang Chengde didn't go out.

At first, Jiang Chengde didn't go out after cooking breakfast and lunch, Jiang Feng thought it was because he was resting today, after all, even in the evil old society, there was no reason not to let the head chef take a vacation.

Jiang Feng sat in the kitchen and watched Jiang Chengde cut the dishes all day.

It's really a whole day's worth of dishes, from morning to night, from vegetables to meat dishes to seafood, basically every hour or two, there will be a person who looks like a little guy Jiang Feng has never seen carrying a basket of vegetables, and then dragging a basket of cut vegetables away, which makes people scratch their heads.

It was the second day that Jiang Feng began to realize that something was wrong.

Jiang Chengde still didn't go out the next day, and cut vegetables in the kitchen all day like yesterday. The little guy who delivers and picks up the food is the same as yesterday.

The same was true on the third day.

Nothing changed on the fourth day either.

Jiang Feng saw that Jiang Chengde had cut dishes at home for four whole days, and he could be regarded as seeing a lot of ways.

Jiang Chengde cut vegetables with purpose and regularity, and Jiang Feng found that even the dishes sent by the little maid were also exquisite. The first to send seafood, the first to send the seafood in the morning will not leave after delivery, but wait outside the door, and when Jiang Chengde finishes processing, he will immediately bring the seafood back, while bringing back the processed seafood, the second Xiao Si who sends vegetables will send a basket of vegetables that need to be sliced, almost seamless.

Vegetables are sorted, thickly sliced, sliced, shredded, diced, and hob pieces.

The meat is also sent separately, pork, chicken, duck, beef, mutton, cooked meat, raw meat, and braised meat.

Jiang Chengde seemed to be chaotic all day long, constantly cutting vegetables aimlessly, but in fact, he was practicing very regularly and purposefully, or reviewing.

Jiang Feng felt that Jiang Chengde wanted to spend a few days revisiting the whole process of practicing knife skills back then, but the order in which he passed the knife skills was not in the order in which he learned it back then, but in the order he had arranged.

Every day is like this, over and over again, but it seems to be getting faster and faster with each day.

Jiang Feng remembered that on the first day, Jiang Chengde began to process seafood early in the morning, and it didn't end until the moon hung high in the sky, and the time was so long that the last little guy waiting outside to get the vegetables was a little tired and dozed off.

But on the fifth day, the genius was over as soon as Heijiang Chengde.

Jiang Feng felt that he was not making progress so fast, but that he deliberately slowed down the speed a few days ago, as if he wanted to taste the process from beginner to proficient, but the method was a little intriguing and unpredictable.

Jiang Chengde practiced sword skills for seven days.

The seven days were getting faster and faster day by day, and ended earlier and earlier day by day, and it was only half an afternoon on the seventh day. Jiang Feng guessed that the seventh day was Jiang Chengde's true strength and speed.

In the past seven days, Jiang Chengde rarely talked to anyone, and went into the kitchen early until all the dishes were cut, and even when eating, he was always silent as if he was thinking about something. The Jiang family didn't dare to disturb him, even if there were three little radish heads in the family who were at the most troublesome age, they didn't dare to go to the kitchen, and even Jiang Huiqin didn't dare to talk to Jiang Chengde, for fear that his words would make Jiang Chengde do something that was unknown to everyone in the past few days to waste.

In the past seven days, the three little radish heads in the family are not only taken care of by the fourth child, but the four elder brothers above take turns to take care of them, except for Jiang Chengde, who is abnormal, everyone is living according to the original normal trajectory.

On the eighth day, Jiang Chengde no longer did not cut vegetables, but changed to stir-frying.

The little guy who delivered the vegetables sent Jiang Chengde two large baskets of small tender vegetables, and Jiang Chengde also fried the vegetables at home for a whole day, from morning to night, Jiang Feng felt sore just by looking at it.

He is too familiar with this scene, and every child in the Jiang family starts with stir-fried vegetables.

Although stir-frying green vegetables looks easy, it is actually a very test of fire skills, and it is most suitable for beginners to practice fire skills. Jiang Chengde is like a beginner, he has practiced tirelessly since he started frying vegetables, but the vegetables he fried are not as bad as those fried by beginners.

As long as it is the green vegetables fried by Jiang Chengde himself, even if it is just a plate of simple green vegetables without lard, it is more fragrant and attractive than ordinary fried vegetables.

The little guy outside the door is also very interesting, when Jiang Chengde practiced knife skills before, the little guy was responsible for delivering and taking vegetables, and he usually didn't stay in the yard for a long time. But when Jiang Chengde began to practice the fire, there was an extra row of small men in the courtyard, waiting in line outside the kitchen. Whenever I have fried several plates of vegetables, I put the vegetables in the food box, spread my legs and run, as fast as someone behind me with a whip.

This also made Jiang Feng completely convinced that these little guys were the little guys of Taifeng Building.

Taifeng Building is not far from the Jiang family's old house, if you walk, it will take about ten minutes, and if you run, it may only take a few minutes. These little guys and the ingredients brought by the little guys are obviously sponsored by Boss Lu's family, of course, Boss Lu is not a philanthropist, from the fact that he will send a little guy to wait at the door, and wait for Jiang Chengde's dishes to be put into the food box and taken away as soon as they come out of the pot - these dishes are obviously to be served to the diners.

As for how to sell hundreds of plates of fried vegetables a day, it's Boss Lu's business.

Like practicing knife work, Jiang Chengde practiced fire for seven days.

From stir-fried vegetables, fried potato chips, fried shredded potatoes, back to the pot meat, and then to the last day's fried double crispy, Jiang Chengde only cooks the same dishes every day, and he does it all day. The difficulty increases every day, until the most difficult is the double crispy.

is like an ordinary chef who has practiced the process of cooking for more than ten years, but Jiang Chengde has condensed the time of more than ten years into seven days.

Jiang Chengde has not left the house for fourteen days.

In the past 14 days, the children who stayed at home every day went from playing and playing far away from the kitchen at the beginning, to standing outside the kitchen with the same eyes as the group of little guys, looking at Jiang Chengde who was practicing alone through the window.

A small window, a small child.

It's like an oil painting.

Jiang Feng also began to become more and more serious like Jiang Chengde, Jiang Chengde was doing it seriously in the kitchen, and he was watching it seriously by Jiang Chengde's side.

Obviously, every day is the same thing and nothing changes, but he no longer feels boring and monotonous, but relish and enjoy it.

Because he already knew what Jiang Chengde was doing, and finally realized what this memory was trying to tell him.

Let him witness the birth of a generation of grandmasters.

On the fifteenth day, Jiang Chengde began to practice seasoning.

Hanging stock.