Potatoes are an almost all-purpose ingredient.

Native to the Andes Mountains of South America, it has been introduced to China in the 16th century, imported things, high yield per mu, easy to grow, Grandma Jiang was idle and bored to plant half an acre of potatoes, Jiang Feng can do what he wants, steaming, boiling, roasting, frying, frying, cooking, frying, anyway, in the end it is for pigs to eat.

Jiang Feng also prefers potatoes to green vegetables. Green vegetables can only be added with heat and a little seasoning, potatoes are different, you can add a lot of knife work and heat, not to mention, seasoning is also more than when stir-frying vegetables.

Even with it, the old man scolded him in more ways.

"Are you cutting potato slices, and you can fry them for the gods when you cut them so thinly?"

"Do you fry potatoes or fried potatoes, you won't add more oil, do you use so much oil on that plate of shredded potatoes, cut six shredded potatoes out, hurry up, I'll see what you do when the oil is hot!"

"I haven't eaten at noon, how do you turn the spoon, the dishes will be turned out by you. ”

"You just praised you two days ago, right, you look at the potato chips you fried yourself, don't you feel the cooking wine?"

......

The old man is a tyrant roaring, and Jiang Weiming is an assassin mending the knife.

"I didn't shake the spoon just now. ”

"There is not enough time for the potato strips to be cooked and fried. ”

"It's too early to thicken. ”

"You just missed the knife. ”

......

Jiang Feng was in pain and happy.

It is definitely a very lucky thing to be taught by two master chefs together, ordinary chefs can't ask for a master chef to guide them, he has two of them, and then he is a little tired and a little in the blessing I don't know the blessing.

But it's really tiring.

Half an acre of potatoes, more than 600 catties, Jiang Feng used them all up in less than ten days, these days the four pigs in the pigsty eat potatoes every day, one head is lying on the ground with their belly facing the sky all day long, especially Erhua, who eats the most, how much to eat, and the fat is thicker.

Jiang Feng now, he doesn't want to do anything when he goes out of the kitchen every day, he just wants to lie in bed and sleep, his eyes are potatoes when he opens and potatoes when he closes his eyes, his mind is full of various methods of potatoes, everything he eats is potato flavor, and everything he looks like potatoes.

After frying the last plate of potatoes, Jiang Feng felt like a world away.

What should be next, sweet potato, eggplant, or cucumber? Grandma Jiang also planted some cucumbers, and picked them all should be enough for a day's practice.

"Okay, Xiaofeng, you're tired for so many days, it's going to be the New Year soon, take two breaks, and go to the city to play for two days with a few of your cousins. Jiang Weiguo looked at the last plate of sour and hot potato shreds that were obviously out of order, and instead of scolding, he gave Jiang Feng a small long vacation.

Jiang Feng: (ง ̇o ̇)ว

Holiday?

Holiday!

It's actually a holiday!!

Jiang Feng swooped out of the kitchen, not wanting to stay longer for a moment.

Jiang Feng flipped out the emoji that his second cousin often sent to the family group [I'm going to play with you when I go out], and sent it to the small group of several of their cousins.

It's good to learn physics, but you can't learn it: [Picture]

It's good to study medicine, but it's cold on the top of your head: Yo, Feng Feng escaped from prison.

The designer is very good, all because of his good temper: did Grandpa allow us to go back to eat?

He Guigan (third cousin): Second brother, should you come to my house for dinner today?

It's good to learn physics, but I can't learn it: grandpa blasted me out~\(≧▽≦)/~

......

After chatting with a few cousins, Jiang Feng finally had a little feeling of being a person again, and the level of seasoning had reached the advanced level two days ago, but at that time, Jiang Feng had already fried potatoes until he was numb, and he didn't feel much.

Now that I'm suddenly out of prison after completing my sentence, I remembered to take a look at the properties panel.

Knife Skill (Advanced): Your knife skills have surpassed that of most chefs. (Mastery: 86111/100000)

Heat (Advanced): You've already outcooked most chefs. (Mastery: 7962/100000)

Seasoning (Premium): You've seasoned more than the vast majority of chefs. (Mastery: 4765/100000)

In just ten days, I have brushed more than 10,000 knife skills, what a painful realization.

Jiang Feng went back to the house to pack his luggage, and dragged his suitcase to the town to prepare to take a minibus back to City A. He needs to return to a normal life, and it's good to lie in a fat house at home for a few days.

Jiang Weiming heard Jiang Feng's movement dragging his suitcase in the kitchen, and said helplessly: "Xiao Feng has not been in a state for the past two days, and he didn't distinguish between raw and old soy sauce this morning." ”

"I have been frying dishes for ten days day and night, and my iron-beaten body can't bear it, and if I can tell the difference, there are ghosts. Jiang Weiguo saw what state Jiang Feng was in these days, looked at Jiang Weiming, and sighed, "Third brother, you are too anxious." ”

"You obviously know very well that you can't rush the matter of cooking, you forced Xiao Feng too hard. I won't let him rest for a few more days, and my wife will have to find me desperately. ”

"I know, it's my fault. Jiang Weiming looked at a bucket full of potatoes in swill, "Xiao Feng is a good boy." ”

"That kid is really obedient, it's about to be the New Year, let the children have fun, don't be too anxious, we still have time, teach slowly." ”

There isn't much time left. Jiang Weiming thought in his heart, but did not say it.

After the initial ecstasy of recognizing his relatives, Jiang Weiming felt more and more that there was not enough time. Jiang Feng is still too young, and his foundation is good, but many skills are not up to par, but he is too old.

He has no one to pass on.

He was afraid that Jiang Feng would learn too slowly, he was afraid that he would not have time to teach, he knew very well that the younger brother's big spoon turning and whole chicken deboning skills had not been practiced at home, but what was the use of his high level.

His increasingly decaying body and poor spirit reminded him all the time that he was an old man who could fall into the ghost gate with one fall.

Jiang Weiming's peers, boneless, sliced fish, silk drawing, and sauce, Jiang Weiming actually didn't completely eat it himself, but he was stronger than Jiang Weiguo, and he was much better than Jiang Weiguo.

He was really anxious, and he couldn't wait to immediately teach Jiang Feng everything he had learned in his life.

Perhaps, he was too anxious.

The younger brother is right, forcing the child like this will only hurt him.

"Take your time. Jiang Weiming said, lowering his eyes.

That's all there is to it.

*This chapter is a plus

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Mr. Jiang is a chef, or the top of the pyramid of the small number of chefs, he throws hormone meat to pursue ingredients is my setting, and the average weight of the Jiang family is 200+. I don't care if I mean it or not, whether it's a joke or not, I'm not happy to scold the Jiang family for being a 200-pound pig, I'm very unhappy, I'm very unhappy!

I'm relatively unhappy, they are all characters I wrote, they are all fictional characters I created that I like, someone scolds them, and I am unhappy at the highest level!

Unhappy in various adjective forms!!

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