The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 347 Advanced Fire

Qin Huai can cut ten yams very quickly at his current speed.

After getting familiar with yam, Qin Huai can easily cut yam slices that meet the requirements of stir-fried yam. As for the preparation of starch water, Qin Huai still doesn't understand how to change the starch water of different ingredients, but Cao Guixiang has given a set formula for starch water for stir-fried yam, so Qin Huai just needs to apply the formula.

The simplest way is to use a formula.

Qinhuai prepared the starch water.

Heat oil in a pan, add yam and start stir-frying.

He was still waving the spatula around randomly without any method, but Qin Huai no longer cared about it. He would always remember what Cao Guixiang said about the heat being required to heat the ingredients evenly, and the movements were not important.

Just like when farming, it doesn’t matter what posture you use to pull the weeds, the goal is to pull them out completely.

Qin Huai knew very well what his purpose was every time he swung the spatula seemingly randomly, which yam slices he was going to stir-fry, whether his stir-frying was effective this time, and whether he should speed up or slow down next time.

During these five days, Qin Huai’s biggest realization was that learning to cook is not about practicing techniques, but about practicing awareness.

Just like when Qin Huai was in junior high school, his Chinese teacher told Qin Congwen that Qin Huai’s handwriting was not very good, which greatly affected his test score, and if conditions allowed, it would be best to send him to learn hard pen calligraphy.

Qin Congwen sent Qin Huai to a hard pen calligraphy class. The first lesson the hard pen calligraphy teacher taught Qin Huai was to teach him that the idea comes before the pen.

Qin Huai didn’t understand what these four words meant in the first four classes. He just simply felt that the words written by the teacher were different from his. The teacher’s words were always written with a sense of lightness and heaviness, while his words were always written with particular force.

No matter how the teacher explained it to him, he didn't understand. No matter how much he practiced, he couldn't understand what it meant to have the idea before writing. He wrote one copybook after another, but even if he tried his best to imitate, the character he wrote was already wrong the moment he put pen to paper.

Until one day, when Qin Huai was writing, he first imagined it in his mind, and then when he picked up the pen to write that word, he suddenly understood what it meant to have the idea before the pen.

It was also from that time that Qin Huai understood the word "enlightenment".

It really is just a moment, and something that I didn't understand before suddenly becomes clear to me. This understanding may be accumulated through sufficient practice, or it may be a sudden realization or enlightenment, but no matter which one it is, the feeling of enlightenment is very wonderful.

At this moment, it seems like that time.

Qin Huai no longer remembered which dish he had fried. He only knew that there were not many yams left, and at most two more dishes.

He is waving the spatula, but he is not just waving the spatula.

He didn't know why he would be distracted while cooking. He thought back to when he was a child, learning hard pen calligraphy. He sat at the desk every day practicing and couldn't understand how to write, which made him very distressed.

At that time, he held the pen very tightly, and he wanted to use all his strength to write each word, and he wanted the tip of the pen to pierce the paper.

The teacher asked him to write more lightly, saying that there was no need to write so heavily, and he simply couldn't do that.

Feeling that she was wasting her adoptive parents' money, Zhao Rong wanted Qin Huai to learn to write well quickly, so she enrolled him in a one-on-one hard pen calligraphy class, which cost 110 yuan per hour.

At that time, the meat buns at Qin's breakfast shop only cost 1 yuan each, steamed buns cost 5 cents, and vegetarian buns cost 7 cents.

The children in the Sanmalu Children's Welfare Home have not yet achieved freedom to eat vegetarian buns, and the children's welfare home has not moved to the suburbs. Qin Huai is occasionally taken back to the welfare home to help with farming, as the other children don't know how to farm.

Qin Huai was very frightened at that time. He felt that he was wasting his adoptive parents' money. For every class he attended, his adoptive parents didn't know how many buns they had to sell to make the money back. However, he had attended four classes in a row and still hadn't made any progress. He couldn't even understand what the teacher said.

So Qin Huai wrote very hard at that time, because he felt that as long as he put a little more effort, his handwriting would look good, and the money his adoptive parents had spent would not be wasted.

He had to write a lot of words after finishing his homework every day. Because he held the pen too hard and his posture was not correct, a small blister formed on his index finger, and his little finger was pressed against the notebook and it hurt.

Then one night, Qin Huai finished his homework and was writing at the desk as usual. Zhao Rong brought him a cup of hot milk and asked him to finish writing this page, drink the milk and go to bed early.

After delivering the milk, Zhao Rong went to sleep. Qin Huai cried quietly while drinking milk that day. It was not because his hand hurt from writing, but because it was already 11 o'clock in the evening. Zhao Rong had to get up before 3 o'clock in the morning every day. Normally, she would go to bed at 9 o'clock.

Qin Huai cried as long as he drank the glass of milk. After crying, Qin Huai wiped his tears and continued writing.

I still can’t write it well.

When there were only a few spaces left on the paper, Qin Huai wrote heavily, but his hand was hurting so much that he had to write lightly. As a result, he unexpectedly discovered that this time his writing was more successful than all the previous times.

He finally understood what his hard pen calligraphy teacher meant.

Same now.

Cao Guixiang has been telling Qin Huai these days that the stir-frying action is not important. When she demonstrates, she will learn to cook like Qin Huai, and also use her own habitual actions to cook. Every dish is the same, with no difference and impeccable.

Qin Huai also understood what Cao Guixiang said. He was no longer the child who had to write very hard and could not understand what the teacher said.

But he didn't fully understand.

He knew the purpose of stir-frying, and also knew that Cao Guixiang was teaching him to be more aware of the dishes. Whether it was thickening or cutting vegetables, he had to know what he wanted before taking action. He needed to know what he wanted before doing it.

But he couldn't do it.

In other words, he can only do 90% of the job, and he always doesn't know where to find the last 10%.

Even though I have been frying the yam for 5 days and have become so numb that I don’t know what year it is, I still don’t know where the last 10% is.

He is no longer the kid who practiced calligraphy, but he is still as confused as he was back then.

Qin Huai waved the spatula again.

He saw the yam slices in the pot were cooked and knew that it was time to thicken the sauce.

But one part doesn't seem so good, should it be suppressed?
Qin Huai thought so in his heart, and then did it.

Still just pressing it randomly.

Thicken.

Plain thickening.

The moment the starch sauce was poured on the yam, another thought popped up in Qin Huai's mind: there was nothing wrong with the previous pressure, but now the starch sauce seemed uneven. Should he stir-fry it again with a bigger movement?
He did it again.

The fried yam is served.

This dish is far inferior to Cao Guixiang’s, but compared with Qinhuai’s previous fried yam, it seems to look much better.

Qin Huai knew that his dish of yam was fried particularly well without Cao Guixiang saying anything.

"That's enough." Cao Guixiang said, "You already understand."

"Congratulations, you have completed what you need to learn in this phase. You can buy a flight ticket for tomorrow afternoon and fly back to Shan City after lunch tomorrow."
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Qin Huai nodded almost dazedly, put down the spatula, and went back to his room to rest without even taking a bite of the fried yam he had just made. Back in the room, Qin Huai sat on the bed blankly, thinking about how he could have such an idea while frying the yam.

This feeling also came, but it was different from all the feelings he had before.

The feeling before was more like a fish in water, water comes naturally, no need to look for it, as long as you do it, it will come. It is commonly known as God feeding you food, God sat opposite Qinhuai with a big bowl of rice, smiling and asking him, "Is it enough, child? Have another bite." Huh? Don't like this rice, no problem, I'll change it for you.

The feeling of my knife skills was different from the previous few days. That night, I cut vegetables until my soul left my body. It was more like I had turned on a training accelerator, and my knife skills, which would have taken a week to upgrade, were upgraded in just one night.

This time, the feeling was a real epiphany, the same epiphany Qin Huai had when he was a child learning to write.

It is an epiphany from not understanding, being confused, and having no clue to suddenly understanding everything.

Qin Huai didn't even need to open the game panel to know that his skills must have been upgraded.

Just like when he reached the master level in stuffing, Qin Huai found that he knew more about stuffing than before. When he reached the advanced level in heat control, Qin Huai felt that he truly understood the meaning of the two words heat control.

Qin Huai yawned.

Qin Huai felt that the previous 5 days of devilish training were okay and not particularly tired. Today, in fact, it ended early, and Qin Huai felt tired.

Tired, but excited. The mixture of physical exhaustion and mental excitement made Qin Huai feel sleepy but also wanted to find someone to talk to.

Before finding someone to talk to, Qin Huai first opened the game panel to see if his skills were advanced enough.

as predicted.

Heat Control (Advanced): As a plain-food chef, you have truly understood the heat control. (3/100000)

Qin Huai rubbed his eyes, took out his cell phone and sent the same message to Zheng Siyuan, Tan Weian and Zang Liang.

Qin Huai: I seem to have found the feeling, the real feeling, the feeling you can’t imagine, this is really the feeling!

I don’t know why, but none of the three of them slept and they all replied to the messages in a very short time.

Zheng Siyuan: The game system you imagined has given you another task. Have you completed it?
Zheng Siyuan: I actually don’t understand how you imagined it. I have tried to imagine it, but I simply cannot complete the tasks I set for myself.

Tan Wei'an: What is feeling? Is there any difference between feeling and sensation?

Zang Liang: What the hell! What the hell! What the hell! What the hell! What the hell!!
Zang Liang: You found the feeling again!

Zang Liang: I haven’t found any feeling these days. When will you come back? I think I seem to have found the feeling of crab sauce, but Tan Wei’an said that my feeling is wrong. I think it’s his problem. He doesn’t even know what feeling is.

Zang Liang: Brother Qin! Brother Huai! Master Qin! Will you come back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow? Can you teach me when you come back? I also want to find the feeling!
Qin Huai sent a message to everyone in the group, saying that he would go back tomorrow and discuss it after that. Then he went to wash up and go to bed.

Have a good night's sleep.

It was a very high-quality sleep. Qin Huai hadn't slept so comfortably for a long time. He felt as if he had dreamed, but when he woke up, he forgot everything he had dreamed about. He just felt refreshed.

This feeling is so good. There are no damn dead rabbits in the dream wanting to eat this and that.

It would be so wonderful if I could fry yam in my dreams at night instead of having to fry yam in real life during the day!

No, his yam was already fried well, why didn’t I dream about frying yam last night? The dream about frying yam last night should be a cool plot, he fried the rabbits casually and impressed them on the spot, slapping himself with his ears, crying and shouting: I really didn’t recognize the real thing, I didn’t expect that Master Qin’s yam was so delicious.

Qin Huai imagined the scene.

Forget it, I'd better not read cool novels in the future. Chen Huihong has been addicted to reading novels recently. Whenever she sees a good novel, she will share it with the group of people who love each other. Qin Huai will sometimes click to read it.

Every time Chen Huihong shared a novel, Luo Jun would scold Chen Huihong, asking her if she had a brain disease for reading such meaningless stuff.

But considering Luo Jun's recent style and personality, Qin Huai had reason to suspect that Luo Jun was also secretly reading it. After all, who can refuse to read two chapters of a refreshing novel when they are bored?
Qin Huai grabbed his hair a few times, pushed the door open, and greeted a beautiful day.

Cao Guixiang and Zhang Chu had woken up long ago, and not only did they wake up, they seemed to have worked. The air was filled with the aroma of soup, probably because the kitchen door was not closed tightly, or Cao Guixiang's soup was left hanging until the last minute and the lid could not be covered.

If you think about it carefully, you can't blame him entirely for the fact that the grandson of the neighbor next door couldn't sleep and stole a bag of four-happiness dumplings in the middle of the night, because the fire in Cao Guixiang's kitchen was not turned off that night, and the broth was still simmering on the stove.

The grandson of the neighbor next door might be really hungry.

Qin Huai took a deep breath. Even though Cao Guixiang had served soup in front of him many times, he couldn't help but want to take a sip every time he smelled such a rich aroma.

"You're awake. You woke up quite early today. Your Grandpa Zhang and I thought you would sleep for at least another half an hour before waking up. The four-happiness dumplings are not even cooked yet." Cao Guixiang said, raising her voice to call out to Zhang Chu, "Old Zhang, cook the four-happiness dumplings."

"okay!"

“No, no.” Qin Huai quickly waved his hand to refuse. “It’s rare that I woke up early today, so don’t eat the Four Happiness Glutinous Rice Balls in the morning. I’ll make some other snacks for you, Master, and Grandpa Zhang.”

"Other snacks?" Cao Guixiang looked puzzled.

Qin Huai chuckled: "Master... the soup you cooked today... chicken soup, do you have any extra?"

"I'm actually pretty good at making chicken noodle soup. Zheng Siyuan loves the chicken noodle soup I make the most!"

Qin Huai had long been eyeing the broth prepared by Cao Guixiang. He couldn't even imagine what level the longevity noodles would be if he used the broth prepared by Cao Guixiang.

If you are lucky, you might even be able to get A-level directly.

After all, the soup in longevity noodles is the essence, and noodles can really serve as a foil to the soup. Before, Cao Guixiang helped Qin Huai chop meat fillings, and she was able to chop the B-grade four-happiness dumplings to A-grade. If she used the soup she made directly...

Cao Guixiang laughed: "I was wondering how you could have the leisure to make breakfast after practicing for 5 days instead of taking a rest. It turns out you are craving for chicken noodle soup."

“Some are left.”

"We don't need to cook too many dishes for lunch today. Yunyun and Qingqing don't know. It's just us and Lao Shi."

"When Lao Shi comes to eat, he only wants shark's fin with three shreds. He doesn't really care about other dishes."

"At worst, we can just make one less dish and braise some pork in brown sauce to make up the number. Lao Zhang, go to the market and buy some good pork belly. We won't make the willow leaf bird's nest soup. Tomorrow we'll eat pigeon eggs and bird's nest."

"Okay, okay." Hearing that there would be special meals tomorrow, Zhang Chu nodded frantically.

"Xiao Qin, just cut some yams this morning. There are two boxes of yams in the storage room. Just cut them. The main thing is to practice your skills and don't let your efforts go to waste."

"Remember to pack your luggage. Play with your phone for the rest of the time. Just move a small stool and sit at the kitchen door like your grandfather Zhang, and wait for the big meal at noon."

"Okay, Master!" Qin Huai said loudly.

(End of this chapter)