That night, Jiang Feng had a bizarre dream.

After tasting it, Wang Hao hugged him and cried bitterly saying that the two Fourier were too difficult, saying that his "Optical Information Processing" was hanging up again, and a dream ended with Wang Hao crying the whole process.

So much so that Jiang Feng was a little weak when he saw Wang Hao brushing his teeth on the balcony the next morning, Wang Hao hugged his thighs and cried over and over again, calling "Dad, teach me Fourier!" The sound and appearance still remained in his mind.

"Brother Feng, when did you come back last night?" asked Wang Hao while brushing his teeth.

"It's past twelve o'clock, when you are asleep, our family and my uncle and the fourth and fifth uncles have gone to dinner. Jiang Feng said, open the phone, click on the sticker, the new day starts with watching Wang Hao's update yesterday.

Huh, didn't change?

"Brother Feng, your game last night was really good, except for a fall, you are simply a male god, I am ready for the new ...... I admire you from the bottom of my heart, really, idol, if you win a championship, you will win glory for our physics department, and you can pull banners when you go back to your alma mater!" Wang Hao almost slipped his mouth, and took the topic away with a turn.

Jiang Feng imagined the banner in Wang Hao's mouth: Congratulations to Chef Jiang Feng, a well-known alumnus of the Department of Physics of our university, for visiting his alma mater!

Trembling, Jiang Feng asked, "Why didn't you update yesterday?" ”

"I'm not writing, it's a waste of time. Wang Hao's face was serious, "There are too many classes this semester, and I feel that writing has seriously affected my learning, so I decided to change my life and start anew." Study hard and make progress every day!"

Unexpectedly, Wang Hao could still make up his mind with this, and Jiang Feng instantly respected him.

After washing up, Jiang Feng went to the store.

This morning, Jiang Jiankang ate Jiang Jiankang's special version of the extra-large super-topped luxury sandwich, lettuce, tomatoes, eggs, beef tenderloin, chicken chops and pork chops were all stuffed into two slices of mediocre fresh toast bought from a street bakery, Jiang Jiankang couldn't even eat it in three bites, which shows how much this sandwich is feat.

It was a bit too difficult to bite into four layers of meat, a layer of vegetables and two slices of bread in one bite, Jiang Feng took the sandwich and ate it in small bites, staring at the dozen live chickens sent by the supplier in the morning.

"Mom, you can leave me a few chickens today. Jiang Feng said.

"What do you want chickens for?" Wang Xiulian suddenly became vigilant, these chickens are all used to make Texas grilled chicken, and each chicken represents a huge profit.

"The theme of the 16-in-8 competition is chicken, and I wanted to see if I could make Babao chicken in the same way as Babao chestnut pigeons. Jiang Feng said.

Since it's a competition, if you want to do it, you have to do what you're good at. Theoretically, the practice of Babao chestnut fragrant pigeon is suitable for all poultry, that is, it is necessary to change the ingredients and ratio of the filling, Jiang Feng felt that when the two old men came over in the middle of the morning, the dish could be completed.

"If you make a chicken, you will be a Dingqiao Babao chicken!" Jiang Jiankang proposed, "It's all vegetarian stuffing, wait until your grandfather and third grandfather come and let them teach you the ratio of the filling, and you will be able to get started soon." ”

"Is Babao chicken easy to sell?" Wang Xiulian is more concerned about this issue.

"It's good to sell, it's definitely good to sell. Jiang Jiankang said, thinking about Jiang Feng's consistent unreliability and good at overturning for the first time, added, "If you do well, it will definitely sell well!"

"Okay, son, you go pick a few. Wang Xiulian said generously, "I'll contact the supplier tomorrow and ask them to send a few more." ”

"You have to pick tender hens, pick the kind of tender meat!" Jiang Jiankang reminded.

Jiang Feng quickly finished nibbling on the sandwich in his hand, wiped his hands, and went to the kitchen to pick chicken. In the sound of "clucking", I looked at all the bundled hens one by one, picked out the three most tender, grabbed the whole chicken and took off the bones to keep it for backup, and waited for the two old men to do the guidance in the back kitchen while cutting vegetables.

Ji Yue arrived before the two old men, and worked hard to draw the draft for two days, and now her whole body exudes the smell of a rich woman, so swollen that she doesn't bring a pen tablet to the store now.

As soon as he entered the store, he went straight to the back kitchen and said excitedly to Jiang Feng, who was chopping vegetables: "Jiang Feng, you are on fire!"

I'm on fire?!

Jiang Feng raised his head suddenly, he became popular the first time he appeared on TV, could it be that his real talent is not in cooking but in the entertainment industry?

"Oh, what's the fire?" Jiang Feng looked calm and calm, to show that he was indifferent to fame and fortune.

Oh, I forgot that you don't play Weibo, wait!" Ji Yue took out her mobile phone and flipped to the hot search on Weibo, and handed the mobile phone to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng took a look:

#章光航#

#章光航父亲#

#章光航国籍#

#史上最帅厨师#

#影后重谈初恋#

#那次之后被穿越#

#章光航毕业照#

......

Jiang Feng: ???

He saw Zhang Guanghang on the screen, and he couldn't even find the word Jiang, where was he on the hot search???

"No me!" Jiang Feng expressed his grievances.

"Why not?" Ji Yue took back her phone and pointed to the #After that time, it was crossed#, "Isn't this one?"

Jiang Feng looked confused.

"Weibo is saying that you were reborn after you fell, and some people wrote fanfiction, a lot of paragraphs, I laughed to death after reading it all morning today. It's popular, it's a little worse than Zhang Guanghang. Ji Yue took the mobile phone and flipped through, "Look, it's this blogger, the same thief he wrote is good-looking!"

Jiang Feng took a look.

Did you Fourier transform today?

Wang Hao Trumpet.

What do you say in the morning to study hard, go up every day, I bah!

"I won't bother you, you still have to compete in a few days, come on!" Ji Yue said, "Eh, by the way, are you familiar with Zhang Guanghang?

Oh, woman.

"It's okay, it's familiar. Jiang Feng's face did not change.

After Ji Yue went out, Jiang Feng continued to chop vegetables, cut all cucumbers, cut all carrots, cut all winter melons, and soon the empty plate next to the cutting board was full, stacking up a hill of vegetable strips.

While cutting Jiang Feng, he also chanted: "Write, you know how to write every day." ”

"Will Fourier changes be understood, will Laplace still be able to, will convolutions be learned, do you remember matrices, can you understand two-dimensional Fourier analysis......"

Pulled out a thick white radish, the skin was rough, and at first glance, it was violently cleaned by Comrade Wang Xiulian and cut off with a knife.

"Heh, spicy chicken. Jiang Feng smiled.

Jiang Weiguo &...... watched Jiang Weiming at the kitchen door for five minutes:

"Hey, today's children are not as hard as we were back then, they haven't suffered so much, and their ability to resist pressure is relatively poor, so let's not push our children too hard. Jiang Weiming sighed.

Jiang Weiguo: ......

"I called my wife and asked her to take care of the big flowers. ”

As he spoke, he sighed and walked out.

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