Unlike stir-frying and chopping vegetables, hanging soup stock is a long process that requires time and patience.

From the fifteenth day onwards, the small servants who were originally lined up in the small courtyard of the Jiang family and waited for the vegetables every day disappeared, but they only came to deliver fresh ingredients every morning. Only the three little radish heads of the Jiang family are the same as before, standing outside the window every day, rain or shine, quietly watching Jiang Chengde in the kitchen, but they don't even dare to whisper, they look at it quietly every day.

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

Watch Jiang Chengde's whole chicken, large pieces of pork bones, dried shrimp, scallops, shiitake mushrooms, sliced bamboo shoots and ham.

Watch him hang the broth, watch him add firewood.

In this era when there are no gas stoves, it is far from as convenient as it is to make a good soup in a pot.

It takes time to hang the broth, from as short as six hours to as many as ten or twenty hours. Jiang Feng and they only need to adjust the size of the fire, set an alarm clock, and then go to the pot to guard when they feel that the time is almost up, and they can handle the ingredients for a long time in the middle or simply go outside to rest, and they don't need to watch the pot all the time.

But Jiang Chengde can't.

Because he burns wood.

In the era of firewood, it is particularly difficult to control the heat, a good chef can not only be excellent, but also have an excellent wood-burning buddy, and it is best to have a tacit understanding with the chef who cooks, so as to make a truly perfect dish.

This is also the reason why in Taifeng Building, Jiang Chengde has to cook with his own son to burn firewood.

Jiang Chengde hung the soup for seven days, using the same ingredients every day, and talking at the same time, from the morning until the sky was completely dark, hanging out a pot of soup for more than ten hours.

Then they didn't use these soups to cook, they were used to cook noodles, and they boiled a big pot, and the Jiang family ate soup stock to cook noodles for seven days.

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

Delicious food often requires only the simplest cooking method, a bowl of stock, a handful of noodles is enough, and even eggs are not added.

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

In the previous fourteen days, a cycle every seven days, Jiang Chengde was trying to replicate the state from beginner to learning, step by step, step by step to become stronger. And this time for seven days, Jiang Chengde is more like exploring, trying.

He went all out, hung every pot of soup with his heart, and hung seven pots in seven days, as if he was looking for the limit of his current cooking skills.

In this way, Jiang Feng was even more looking forward to what Jiang Chengde would do on the twenty-second day.

On the twenty-second day, Jiang Chengde began to practice turning spoons.

On the twenty-fifth day, Jiang Chengde began to practice thickening.

On the twenty-eighth day, Jiang Chengde began to practice frying.

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

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 the gong.

......

On the sixty-first day, Jiang Chengde began to practice oil bottom immersion sugar.

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

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

But he didn't think it was a long time, or even a short time, and he was an eye-opener in the past two months.

He watched Jiang Chengde as if he was teaching, and like showing off his skills, showing all the cooking skills he could imagine, knowing and understanding, knowing and not knowing, over and over again in front of him, as if he had done a task.

Normal, difficult, and unlearned.

Level by step, day by day, it is getting harder.

Jiang Feng was a little shocked when he saw it, and for the first time understood why both the old man and Peng Changping respected Jiang Chengde so much.

He is the encyclopedia of Chinese food, he knows all the techniques, and he is familiar with all the techniques, which is the real collection of the strengths of a hundred schools, just need to understand it thoroughly.

And he's getting it all right now.

Jiang Chengde is enlightened, Jiang Feng is learning.

He now follows Jiang Chengde every day, staring at him all the time, watching him chop vegetables, watching him cook, watching him burn firewood, and watching him wash dishes. Jiang Chengde was still the only one in the kitchen, and everyone else could only wait outside, standing quietly and waiting, without making a sound to disturb.

At this point, even if they didn't understand what Jiang Chengde was doing, they all realized that Jiang Chengde was doing something unprecedentedly great.

There was a long queue in the courtyard again, and Jiang Feng felt that there were more small servants than at the beginning, from one row to two rows, from early morning to the moon hanging willow tops, and waiting for a plate of dishes to keep coming from the kitchen, people came and went, the river was endless, but it was extremely quiet.

The big spoon is the last technique Jiang Chengde practiced.

The basic skills are a cycle of seven days, and the techniques are a cycle of three days. When the sixty-sixth day ended, Jiang Feng thought that on the sixty-seventh day, Jiang Chengde would begin to comprehend, or start practicing a new thing that he couldn't think of, Jiang Chengde chose to stop.

For more than two months, he has not stopped a day, every day in the kitchen from morning to night, around the boiler stove tirelessly, as if a robot will only keep practicing and cooking, and plates of fragrant and exquisite dishes are born from his hands.

Now he's starting to stop cooking.

When Jiang Feng felt that he was about to become a master of a generation, and really began to write his own chapter of cooking, Jiang Chengde suddenly stopped.

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

He sat there for three days.

In the past three days, Jiang Chengde has not cooked once, not even breakfast, and the Jiang family's meals are all cooked by Jiang Huiqin. When Jiang Huiqin was stir-frying, Jiang Chengde sat in the kitchen and watched, watching Jiang Huiqin stir-fry, he watched from the side without saying a word, without commenting or moving, even if Jiang Huiqin's fried dishes were really bad sometimes.

The little maids in the yard have disappeared, Jiang Weijin, Jiang Weiming, these old people 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's not that no one bothered at all, on the afternoon of the third day when Jiang Chengde stopped cooking, Boss Lu came to visit once, but he didn't mention the matter of letting Jiang Chengde go back to work, but just brought some supplements such as bird's nest cordyceps, and made a look of caring for Jiang Chengde's body.

Jiang Chengde didn't see him, he still stayed in the kitchen, but Jiang Huiqin came forward to tell Boss Lu that her brother was thinking that things had reached a critical moment, and asked Boss Lu not to go in and disturb Jiang Chengde.

Jiang Chengde is like Wang Yangming sitting in his yard and looking at the boiler every day, just like the Wang family looked at Wang Yangming back then, no one can understand what he is doing.

Maybe Jiang Chengde himself doesn't quite understand.

But Jiang Feng kind of understood.

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

Master, extremely accomplished.

Grandmaster, start a sect.

Jiang Chengde is undergoing a transformation from a master to a grandmaster.

This transformation is more than ten days.

Since Jiang Chengde sat in the kitchen in a daze every day, unlike the previous practice dishes, he had a regular time and could better remember how many days had passed, Jiang Feng couldn't even remember whether Jiang Chengde stayed in the kitchen for seventeen days or eighteen days.

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

He was reminiscing, reminiscing, thinking and experiencing what he had seen Jiang Chengde show in the previous two months.

This is an unreserved demonstration of the cooking skills of a master who is about to become a grandmaster, Jiang Feng looked at it for two months and felt that he could retaste it for two years, and maybe even two years without being able to completely retaste it.

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

"Huiqin. "Jiang Chengde hasn't spoken to his family for too long, so long that he won't react to anything when he suddenly calls Jiang Huiqin's name.

"Brother!" Jiang Huiqin looked very happy.

Jiang Chengde handed over a note to the general: "Go and buy the dishes I want on the note, don't bother Boss Lu, just one copy." ”

"Okay!" Jiang Huiqin took the note and ran away with the basket like a rabbit.

Jiang Huiqin's efficiency in buying vegetables was very fast, but it took more than half an hour to buy back the ingredients that Jiang Chengde wanted, Jiang Feng was stunned when he saw the ingredients, these ingredients were too familiar.

This is the ingredient of Jiang's ginseng soup.

Jiang Chengde wants to make Jiang's ginseng soup.

In the past two months, Jiang Chengde has made a lot of dishes, some easy, some difficult, and even made the porpoise and the Buddha jumping over the wall, but he did not make Jiang's ginseng soup. Jiang Feng didn't think much about it at all, and even if he thought about it, he would feel that the reason why Jiang Chengde didn't do it was because the Jiang family's ginseng soup took too long and there was no need for it.

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

It's not that there is no need for this, it's that Jiang Chengde deliberately didn't do it, he just wants to save Jiang's ginseng soup for the end.

Jiang Feng followed Jiang Chengde into the kitchen, watched him start hanging the broth, began to process the sea cucumber, and began to stew.

The steps are so familiar, yet at the same time a little unfamiliar.

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

It's all different, and everyone makes Jiang's ginseng soup differently.

It's not a difference in technique and habits, it's a difference that can be intuitively felt.

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

Jiang Feng quietly watched Jiang Chengde cook.

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 was a camera at this time that could capture Jiang Feng's state when he was distracted and then show him, Jiang Feng would find that his state when he was distracted was very similar to Jiang Chengde's state of sitting in the kitchen every day for more than ten days before.

Coupled with the fact that the two look a little similar, it seems more thoughtful.

The smell began to spread through the kitchen.

Jiang Feng's thoughts also drifted farther and farther with the fragrance.

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

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

"Huiqin, come and try it. Jiang Huiqin didn't dare to speak, but Jiang Chengde spoke first.

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

Blow it and put it in your mouth.

Jiang Huiqin's eyes lit up.

"Isn't it different from before?" Jiang Chengde asked with a smile, this was the first time Jiang Feng had seen Jiang Chengde smile in more than two months.

Jiang Huiqin nodded frantically, her face was full of surprise and excitement, she swallowed the hot ginseng soup in her mouth hard, and couldn't wait to say: "Really, brother, you are too powerful! ”

"It's really different!"

"That's good. Jiang Chengde looked calm.

"I'll cook tonight, you go to Taifeng Building and talk to Boss Lu, I'll go back tomorrow." ”

Jiang Feng left the memory.