It is very rare that Jiang Feng's first reaction after leaving his memory was not to click on the attribute panel to check the latest recipes, but to lie silently on the sofa.

Before he entered the memory, he was lying on the sofa and turned over, and after leaving the memory, he naturally still lay on the sofa. Cao Guixiang is ordinary, simple, but the public is very harmonious and harmonious, and the natural thickening gives Jiang Feng an indescribable inspiration, even when he looks at the dog food later, Jiang Feng's mind is still thinking of the picture when Cao Guixiang thickened the lean meat soup before.

It's the simplest, the one that everyone who can do it, but it's not that simple.

It's not something that can be done with just high cooking skills and proficiency, Jiang Feng can clearly feel that Cao Guixiang's thickening is different from everyone.

Her thickening is more harmonious.

It's not the icing on the cake, but it blends in with the whole dish, and it's hard to separate and separate the steps.

Cao Guixiang's thickening must be extraordinary, and there must be something extraordinary.

Jiang Feng felt as if he had comprehended, but he didn't.

Wonderful inspiration had already entered his mind, and it only took him to discover, touch, and learn, but he didn't know where to start for a while.

Everyone knows that inspiration is a flash of light, like a meteor falling in the night sky, bright and short-lived. If you can't catch it in time, it will be fleeting, and you won't even be able to hold the tail.

Jiang Feng felt that he had grasped the tail of inspiration, but he still wanted more.

It's just a little bit, it's just a little bit.

Harmony, harmony.

Why is it so simple?

Jiang Feng sat up from the sofa, cross-legged, looking like a meditating monk from the back, motionless. If you look around to the front, you will find that Jiang Feng's eyes look a little hollow, occasionally showing a little confusion and incomprehension, as if he is in a daze and as if he is thinking, as if the martial arts are in a daze and are about to break through the swordsman, one step to heaven and one step to hell, success is a great martial arts, and defeat is a madman.

Suddenly, Jiang Feng jumped up from the sofa, rushed to the kitchen to open the refrigerator and rummaged through it, and soon found the leftover shredded meat the day before yesterday.

A bowl of shredded pork, half a carrot, and a small bag of frozen corn kernels are more than enough to make a pot of three-ding lean pork soup.

Dice the carrots and put the ingredients into the pot in turn, but it takes more than 10 minutes to get thickened. The water starch is already ready, just wait for the time to start thickening.

The thickening water was slowly poured into the pot along the edge of the pot in a clockwise direction, and almost as soon as it was put into the pot, Jiang Feng secretly said that it was not good.

He habitually copied Cao Guixiang's steps 100% to thicken it.

It's not that it's not bad, during this period of time Jiang Feng realized that imitation is also a part of learning, imitation is the fastest way to learn without understanding it at all, and the last step, it is the most critical, important and difficult step to become oneself.

There's nothing wrong with imitation per se, it's wrong when it doesn't feel right.

The moment the thickening water was put into the pot, Jiang Feng knew that this was not the case.

The steps look exactly the same, the movements look exactly the same, and even the thickening water looks exactly the same at first glance, but it's just not right.

Not at all!

It's not the tail he caught.

Decisively abandoning this pot, Jiang Feng started the second pot again.

The third pot.

Fourth pot.

……

All the way to the refrigerator, all the ingredients that could be used up to make soup were not found, and the tail he had grabbed earlier in his memory was not found.

He knew very well that the feeling was still there, but he hadn't found it.

He still has a chance.

He had to seize this opportunity to grasp the tail of this fleeting inspiration.

There are no ingredients at home, and there are still in the eldest aunt's house, and there is such a calorie-calculating expert as the eldest aunt, and the most important thing Jiang Jianguo lacks is all kinds of ingredients. Although Wu Minqi is likely to have fallen asleep now, it is still early and not even 9 o'clock.

Jiang Feng hurriedly went downstairs and knocked on Jiang Jianguo's door, Jiang Jianguo and his aunt were at home, even Jiang Zaide was there, sitting on the sofa happily eating bananas and watching TV.

"Uncle, I don't have any ingredients at home, I'll borrow some ingredients. As soon as Jiang Feng entered the house, he went straight to the refrigerator.

"Take whatever. Jiang Jianguo said happily.

Then Jiang Feng emptied most of the refrigerator in large and small bags.

It is roughly estimated that at least more than 30 catties of ingredients were taken away.

Jiang Jianguo: ?

Jiang Zaide:???

"Is my little brother holding a party at home tonight?" Jiang Zaide was stunned. every day

It's nothing to carry more than 30 catties of vegetables and meat, but it's a little puzzling to carry so much at night.

"I haven't heard of it. Jiang Jianguo didn't figure it out.

Jiang Feng used the vegetables and meat borrowed from Jiang Jianguo to practice all kinds of soups.

There is no fixed ingredient matching, you can cook what you see, the only common denominator is that it is simple, fast, and can be cooked in a few minutes to ten minutes, and there is absolutely no delay in time.

Thickening over and over again, Jiang Feng felt that the feeling in his centrifugation was getting closer and closer.

The thickened soup is also getting more and more harmonious.

Jiang Feng felt that he was about to hold this little tail.

Early in the morning of the second day, Wu Minqi woke up before dawn.

The price of going to bed too early is waking up early on the second day, but going to bed early can make people very refreshed, awake, and even energetic. After Wu Minqi woke up, he glanced out the window that was still dark, and then looked at his mobile phone and found that it was only 4 o'clock, so he decided to get up and go to the living room to do some simple exercise, take a shower, and then go to the kitchen to cook millet porridge.

It is most comfortable to drink a bowl of hot millet porridge on a winter morning.

As soon as she got out of the room, Wu Minqi found that something was not quite right.

There was movement in the living room.

And the light.

Someone!

There's a burglar in the house!

Wu Minqi suddenly became alert, grabbed a wooden stick that was thrown in the bathroom for some reason, and walked lightly to the living room, not even thinking about the second possibility, for example, Jiang Feng didn't sleep in the kitchen all night and practiced thickening hard.

Then Wu Minqi saw Jiang Feng, who hadn't slept all night, his face was oily, his hair was so oily that he stuck it together, and his sleeves were stained with a lot of stains that he didn't know when he had stuck on, and he looked very sloppy.

and a messy kitchen.

It's really a mess, Wu Minqi couldn't believe it was his own kitchen when he saw it for the first time.

Dirty, messy, poor, these three words have been vividly reflected in the kitchen at this time.

Kitchen utensils are placed at random, pots, bowls are everywhere, and there are even two pots on the ground, and there is soup in the basins. The trash can in the living room is also in the kitchen, which is filled with kitchen waste, and there are many ingredients in the sink that look like they are cooked, and there are water stains all over the kitchen counter.

This situation made Wu Minqi can't help but grab the wooden stick and blurt out.

"My Feng Feng has finally gone crazy. ”

Wait, why did she use the word finally?

This sentence was Wu Minqi's whisper, Jiang Feng didn't hear it, he didn't even notice that Wu Minqi was standing behind him with a wooden stick, he knew that he was closer to the feeling he wanted to grab.

With each serving of soup, he felt a step closer.

He didn't know how many steps he had gotten closer, but he still hadn't touched it.

So he could only keep doing it, over and over again, bowl after bowl, racing against time for fear of missing the time, and the pots and bowls could only be poured out when they were full, and the discarded ingredients had no time to clean up. It only takes an average of 10 minutes for a pot of soup to be cooked, and Jiang Feng basically didn't stop for hours a night, which made the kitchen what it is now.

"Feng Feng!" Wu Minqi shouted, finally attracting Jiang Feng's attention, stopping the action of cutting diced carrots and looking back at him.

"You don't think you haven't slept all night, have you?"

Even if Jiang Feng made the kitchen look like this, Wu Minqi was most concerned about whether he slept at night.

"I'm not sleepy, Kiki I seem to have found a feeling of thickening, just a little, just a little! Don't talk to me yet, let me continue to find the feeling, I'm really close to finding it." After Jiang Feng finished speaking, he continued to cut carrots.

Wu Minqi was silent, didn't bother Jiang Feng anymore, let him continue to chop vegetables, and walked into the kitchen by himself and began to clean up the mess lightly.

After cleaning up most of the time, Wu Minqi sat on the chair at the dining table and turned sideways to watch Jiang Feng in the kitchen make soup.

Over and over again, bowl after bowl.

When he made a bowl, he would treat Jiang Feng as a bowl.

Until dawn.

……

The ingredients borrowed from Jiang Jianguo have been completely used up by Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng has not slept all night with a big oily head and is already sleepy, even if the mood is still a little excited, but the body is indeed a little unbearable, every cell from hands to feet is frantically yelling at the brain You stupid hurry up and sleep.

Under Wu Minqi's persuasion, Jiang Feng chose to stop taking a shower and sleep first, anyway, by this time, the inspiration was already in his hands, and there was a chance that he would not be able to run away.

Jiang Feng went to take a bath and sleep, and Wu Minqi then cleaned up the kitchen.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Wu Minqi took out her mobile phone and sent the same message to Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo.

Wu Minqi: Grandpa Jiang, I feel that Jiang Feng seems to be about to come to his senses.