Call. Jiang Feng took a big breath as soon as he left him, feeling that he had just finished a marathon.

He didn't understand what he had just seen here, not only did he not understand, but the readers didn't understand, and maybe even the author who wrote the plot couldn't figure it out.

When he was in the fog, he felt like he was obsessed, and he wanted to run forward, keep running, chase a sound, so that he hadn't slowed down until now, sitting on the sofa obviously not sweating but panting, making it seem like he was really tired.

"Feng Feng, what's wrong with you? Did you just go out for a run?" Wu Minqi only worked half a day today, and came back to rest in the afternoon. I had been talking to Mother Wu on the phone in the room before, and as soon as I came out, I saw Jiang Feng's embarrassed appearance.

"I ...... I just ran up, and I waited downstairs for the elevator. Jiang Feng is talking nonsense.

"Then you just have to wait a little longer, waiting for the elevator must be faster than running." Wu Minqi was a little helpless, and went to pour water for Jiang Feng, "On this cold day, what if you run out of a sweat and sit here and catch a cold?

“...... Not. ”

"By the way, Feng Feng, you'd better go to the store tomorrow, Zhang Weiyu said that the birthday gift he prepared for you is that the pot he asked his father to make has been sent, let you go to the store tomorrow to get it, just try to use it." Wu Minqi said.

"Pot?" Jiang Feng looked confused, and after thinking for a long time, he remembered that there was indeed such a thing.

His birthday in April is now the end of January not long before the New Year, Zhang Weiyu can send two more years of birthday together.

"How about that pot?" Jiang Feng was actually looking forward to this pot, after all, Zhang Weiyu blew the iron pot that his father had beaten so amazingly.

Zhang Weiyu's ironwork is high-level, and his father's ironwork must have a master.

The iron pot made by the master iron is definitely not bad.

"I didn't see it, it was sent this morning, it wasn't sent to the store, Zhang Weiyu just asked me to tell you. Wu Minqi said, "You must be tired of making swallow wing mats today, by the way, have you eaten dinner? If you haven't eaten, I'll cook you some dumplings, I made some dumplings at home this afternoon." ”

"Eat, I'll go to Li's house to eat. ”

Wu Minqi nodded: "Then you go to bed early, I'll go apply the mask." ”

Looking at Wu Minqi's appearance of being ready to find a mask, Jiang Feng inexplicably remembered that she had been looking for and trying everywhere because of the vague smell of copying hands in her memory, looking for and trying everywhere, confused and confused, but still to no avail.

Jiang Feng remembered that Wu Minqi hadn't outmanipulated her for a long time.

"By the way, Qiqi, you said before, did you find the taste of the copy you ate when you were a child?" Jiang Feng suddenly asked.

Wu Minqi was stunned for a moment and shook her head: "No." ”

"Are you still looking for it?"

"Of course, Feng Feng, why did you suddenly remember to ask this?" Wu Minqi was a little strange.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly noticed that you don't seem to have a copy in a long time. ”

Wu Minqi smiled: "Do you want to eat it?" If you want to eat, I'll give you a bag tomorrow." ”

"And ......," Wu Minqi blinked, "I can't find that taste just by outflanking my hands, it's all useless." In fact, I could guess that it was probably useless before.,I just want to try.,Later I found that it was really useless.,Of course, it's not included.。 ”

"Tomorrow's copy, do you want to eat clear soup or red oil?"

Jiang Feng: "...... Consommé. ”

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After discussing with Wu Minqi what to eat tomorrow, Jiang Feng washed up a little absentmindedly, returned to the room, and closed the door tightly.

Although he felt from the bottom of his heart that the memory just now was just a bunch of strange things that he didn't know what they were, and it was tiring to just give recipes and teach any cooking skills.

Keep running, keep running.

But he just couldn't help but think about the process of running in the fog just now.

After leaving, I thought back to the process of running just now, and I still had a bit of a mysterious feeling.

If you insist on giving a tall description to the so-called running sleeve just now, it is probably the 9,999 steps that the disciples in Xianxia walked before entering the Immortal Cultivation Sect.

Jiang Feng had a very mysterious feeling when he was running, and he felt that he was a little similar to Jiang Chengde at that time. All around is fog, I don't know the way forward, I don't know the direction, I don't know the future, I can't believe in anything, the only thing I can trust is my intuition.

Relying on intuition to run in one direction, keep running, you can find fewer and fewer things, and the words you can hear are getting shorter and shorter. People also get more and more tired, more and more unable to run, and finally stop.

The only difference is probably that Jiang Chengde found his way in his fog and walked out, Jiang Feng didn't even figure out why he wanted to enter this fog at this stage, and walked out in a daze.

Although it is confusing, it has a small gain.

All in all, it is quite wonderful that it has suddenly changed from an urban system to a fantasy of cultivating immortals.

Jiang Feng was lying on the bed, sleepiness hit, his eyes gradually blurred, and he fell asleep.

In the dream he fell into a fog again, and kept running, and kept running, and ran for a whole night, almost exhausting himself to death.

Nightmare!

A proper nightmare!

Jiang Feng woke up and felt that he was about to have a psychological shadow on the fog, but he was afraid that his future memories would have PTSD against the dense fog, and he didn't dare to look at the rest of the memory fragment. The finals are about to begin, and if you look at your memory to see that there are three long and two short, how can it be good, wouldn't it be good for Chef Arnold to pick up a big bargain for nothing.

Breakfast is the dumplings that Wu Minqi made yesterday, with three fresh fillings, the dumplings are not big, they are all small and exquisite, and they are just right to eat.

After eating the dumplings, Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi walked to Taifeng Building together, slowly swaying all the way, and chatting about the finals by the way. Wu Minqi still had some doubts about Jiang Feng making Jiang's ginseng soup in the finals, mainly because if Jiang Feng wanted to make this dish, others would not be able to help him, because everyone really wouldn't.

Then Jiang Feng told Wu Minqi that she could help herself cook porridge, and by the way, she also told her the idea of preparing a few more dishes in addition to porridge and Jiang's ginseng soup in the finals.

Wu Minqi: ?

The more they chatted along the way, the slower and slower they went, which directly led to the two of them being late, and they were recorded by the iron-faced and selfless Comrade Wang Xiulian in preparation for deducting their wages at the end of the month.

Look, even if you are the sixth in the celebrity chef list, you still have to deduct your salary if you are late for work.

"Brother Feng, happy birthday!" As soon as Jiang Feng changed his clothes and entered the back kitchen, he was startled by the iron pot that Zhang Weiyu was holding in both hands.

"Brother Feng can, happy birthday is free. Are you wishing me a happy birthday last year, or a happy birthday this year, your birthday present can be given as a Valentine's Day gift later. Jiang Feng took the iron pot, and made a joke with leisure and elegance.

Zhang Weiyu smiled: "If you don't mind, Brother Feng, it's not impossible." ”

Jiang Feng: ?

“gun！”

Although this birthday present came a little late, it was indeed a good pot.

It was the first time Jiang Feng had seen this kind of pot made by the blacksmith himself, just looking at the appearance was a little different from all kinds of pots sold on the market, and the pot noodles were not so smooth, but there was a unique and regular beauty.

"Brother Feng, don't look at this pot, it may be a little ugly, but it took my dad more than four months to make it by himself, and it took so long to delay it after scrapping one halfway, it's definitely a good pot!" Zhang Weiyu began to brag wildly about his father's craftsmanship, "The dishes fried in this pot are delicious without other pots, do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it. Jiang Feng was skeptical about this, if he could improve his cooking skills just by changing the pot, then what else did he need a chef to do.

"I don't believe you're going to fry one now!"

Then Jiang Feng really fried one.

Stir-fry a very test of fire skills fried double crispy.

【An infinitely close to perfect oil explosion double crispy】

Jiang Feng: ???

Could this be the artifact of the legendary Golden Legend?

It turns out that this is the feeling of not being able to make up with equipment?

Although it hasn't improved much, the rating has gone from near perfect to infinitely close to perfect, and one more infinity has not become perfect, but it's already very amazing.

It's really a good pot!

A very timely and good pot, although it is useless, because Jiang Feng does not need a pot to make Jiang's ginseng soup.

"How about it, Brother Feng, it's easy to use, right? People who have used my dad's pot say it's easy to use!" Zhang Weiyu looked proud.

Jiang Feng looked at Zhang Weiyu, and suddenly felt that the high-level skill of striking iron in Taifeng Building was really a pearl.

If he goes back and is honest, how much will he contribute to Chinese cooking by learning iron from his father!

"Zhang Weiyu. ”

"Huh. ”

"You said I'll fire you now and let you go back to learn how to strike iron with your father?"

Zhang Weiyu: ???

Bite the hand that feeds one???

(End of chapter)