Jiang Feng had a dream that night.

A very terrible dream, he dreamed that the people in the back kitchen of the entire Taifeng Building, including him, had inexplicably become Shudi people, and even Comrade Jiang Jiankang had become inexplicably able to eat spicy food. Because everyone is from Shudi, the hot pot eaten on Jiang Weiming's birthday banquet was not even a mandarin duck pot, and the peppercorns and chili peppers tumbling in the red oil made Jiang Feng's scalp numb.

Everyone kept serving him vegetables, and said, "Jiang Feng, why don't you eat it?"

"Jiang Feng, you eat!"

"Jiang Feng's yellow throat is delicious. ”

"Jiang Feng has a duck intestine!"

"Jiang Feng ......"

Jiang Feng was finally woken up by the spicy.

Shocked into a cold sweat.

Jiang Feng got up and went to the bathroom to wash, Wu Minqi had already woken up, and the millet porridge in the kitchen was already tumbling to the stage where it was about to come out of the pot.

There are two salted duck eggs and a small plate of pickles on the table, the pickles were brought by Wu Minqi from Shu, and the salted duck eggs are Gaoyou salted duck eggs given to Jiang Feng by Lao Xu, which are much larger than ordinary salted duck eggs, not like duck eggs but more like goose eggs.

The millet porridge in the kitchen was already out of the pot, Wu Minqi was serving the porridge, Jiang Feng took the salted duck egg to the sticky board and cut it, and with a knife, the salted egg yolk was undoubtedly exposed.

"Eh, this egg is a double yolk egg!" Jiang Feng looked surprised, he had eaten double yolk eggs, and it was the first time he had seen a double yellow salted duck egg.

"Double yolk eggs!" Wu Minqi also saw the double yellow salted duck eggs for the first time, and couldn't help but look at the cutting board.

Most of the area inside the large salted duck eggs is occupied by the egg yolk, and the orange and red are oily. Jiang Feng cut another salted duck egg, which was also double yellow.

"Gaoyou's salted duck eggs really live up to their reputation, and two of them are double yellow. Jiang Feng sighed.

"It should have been deliberately selected, and I heard that it is more likely that the big eggs are double yolk eggs. Wu Minqi said, bringing the millet porridge to the table.

The two of them finished eating millet porridge with salted duck eggs and kimchi, Wu Minqi's millet porridge boiled today was very thick, the rice grains were distinct, no other ingredients were added, it looked golden, it tasted very light, with sour and spicy kimchi and relatively salty egg white.

After two bowls of millet porridge, Jiang Feng wiped his mouth and asked, "So are we going to Taifeng Building now?"

"Have you forgotten? Grandpa Jiang is going to Taifeng Lou to fry the hot pot base this morning, and there are Aunt Wang and them in the store to get it, didn't we say yesterday that we would go to Fenyuan to help Zhang Guanghang make a birthday cake?" Wu Minqi began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Fen Yuan? Oh yes, I forgot. Jiang Feng patted his head, the dream that he didn't let the mandarin duck pot eat last night was too real and terrifying, causing him to forget that before he got home from work yesterday, he made an appointment with Zhang Guanghang to go to Fenyuan today to help him make a birthday cake for Jiang Weiming's birthday.

Yes, Zhang Guanghang is not only a three-in-one Chinese, Japanese and French, but also a pastry chef with a good level of desserts.

When Zhang Guanghang is interested, Jiang Feng will not be surprised when he runs to learn the white case, he is Zhang Guanghang when he sleeps, and it is reasonable for a handsome genius to do anything.

By the time Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi arrived at Fen Garden, Zhang Guanghang's cake was almost finished, and it was time to decorate and decorate it.

He asked Jiang Feng to come over to help, naturally he asked him to come over to consult what shape should be made for the cake, who called Jiang Feng a recognized master of plating in Taifeng Building.

As for Wu Minqi, she just carved watermelons in a different place, and carving at home is the same as carving in Fenyuan.

After Xia Muran's death, Zhang Guanghang did not change the decoration and structure of Fenyuan, so that Fenyuan still maintained the original private restaurant, and even the tables, chairs and tableware were left in Fenyuan.

The birthday cake Zhang Guanghang made for Jiang Weiming is a French-style birthday cake, which is made up of four flavors: tiramisu, cheesecake, berry mousse and matcha. The outer layer of the cake has been sealed with cream, and you can't see it, and you can only find that there are 4 flavors inside.

The price of such a cake in a cake shop is at least 300 yuan, or even higher.

If the cake shop is plastered with a photo of Zhang Guanghang and allowed onlookers to watch, it may be able to sell for more than 1,000 yuan.

After all, most of the people who love cakes are girls, and those who are willing to pursue exquisite birthday cakes are basically girls.

Jiang Feng saw that there were a lot of fruits on the plate on the cooking table, and asked, "Are you making fruit cake?"

"Yes, if it's a birthday in my house, I usually make this kind of fruit cake. Zhang Guanghang said, "It's just that I haven't thought about what pattern to put on yet, and I'm wondering if to put a birthday word on the cake." ”

"Don't be so deliberate, the cake is just a surprise, my family doesn't have the habit of eating cakes on birthdays, they usually eat noodles, and so does the third grandfather. Jiang Feng said, glancing at the fruits on the cooking table, "Why don't you make it simpler, how about using blueberries and raspberries to make half of the pattern?"

"Okay. Zhang Guanghang nodded, since Jiang Feng said so, let's make it simpler.

"By the way, has your Safuro chicken made progress?" Jiang Feng asked as if unintentionally.

"I haven't made much progress, I haven't been able to find the feeling. Zhang Guanghang began to pick raspberries, "What about you?"

"I've solved it. Jiang Feng said.

Zhang Guanghang's hand picking out the raspberry paused, taken aback, and looked at Jiang Feng's eyes as if he was looking at a monster.

It is normal for a chef to get stuck on the dish for ten days and half a month, months, years or even decades, after all, inspiration is such an ethereal thing, not just something that can come and want.

Jiang Feng pondered the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon before, and it was already surprising that Zhang Guanghang had realized the essence of the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon in such a short period of time. If the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon still has the help of Sun Jikai and Wu Minqi, then the Yunji that Jiang Feng is studying now is completely on his own.

A chef has figured out a mentality that satisfies himself in just ten days.

What an amazing, even terrifying, talent.

Zhang Guanghang really felt strange this time, with Jiang Feng's talent that made him have to be amazed and even ashamed, Jiang Weiguo was willing to let him give up his cooking skills to study hard.

Zhang Guanghang thought of the original idle chat with Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng laughed at himself that he was often scolded by the old man for his talent, and compared to his grandfather, it was simply a cloud of mud.

Jiang Feng's talent will be scolded as talent, so what kind of character is the grandfather in his mouth!

Are they all monsters in the Jiang family?

"It's just a coincidence, yesterday at noon, I made Yun chicken for my second brother, and I somehow got the flavor I wanted, and the more I did it later, it was just luck. Jiang Feng forcibly explained.

"You're in luck. Zhang Guanghang said with a smile.

"By the way, do you like to eat crispy apples?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Crispy apples, what are crispy apples?" Zhang Guanghang asked rhetorically.

"Don't you know that crispy apples, hasn't Mr. Xia made them for you?" Jiang Feng was taken aback.

"I haven't heard of this dish, is it a dessert?" Zhang Guanghang asked, "My master probably hasn't made it for me, and he hasn't taught me this dish, so I don't have any impression at all." ”

Zhang Guanghang has never eaten crispy apples!

No, it should be said that Zhang Guanghang doesn't know what crispy apples are.

That being the case, how can the game's friendly tips say that crispy apples are a good choice?

Jiang Feng thought about it, he seemed to know what the Safuro chicken in Zhang Guanghang's memory was.

Sure enough, elders all over the world like to fool their juniors when they don't understand anything when they are young.

Cao Guixiang is like this, his father is like this, the old man is like this, and it is estimated that Mr. Xia Muqi is also like this.

"It's better to wait until Taifeng Lou finishes wrapping the zongzi, and I'll make you a crispy apple!" Jiang Feng said with a smile.

"There must be this dish on the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner table in my family during the New Year, it is sweet and crispy, and the children like it the most." ”

Zhang Guanghang: ???

What does he think...... Jiang Feng's smile was a little strange.

Like a malicious husky.