Chapter 352: Advanced Heat Control

Ten yams, with Qin Huai's current speed, could be finished very quickly.

After becoming familiar with the ingredient of yams, Qin Huai could easily cut yam slices that met the needs of stir-fried yams. As for the preparation of starch water, Qin Huai actually still didn't understand how the starch water for different ingredients should change, but Cao Guixiang had already given the established formula for starch water for stir-fried yams, and Qin Huai just needed to follow the formula.

Following the formula was the simplest.

Qin Huai prepared the starch water.

Heat the pan and oil, add the yams, and start stir-frying.

It was still waving the spatula messily, without rules, but Qin Huai didn't care about these anymore. He always remembered what Cao Guixiang said: heat control is to make the ingredients heated evenly, and movements don't matter.

Just like when farming, the posture of pulling wild grass doesn't matter; pulling it clean is the purpose.

Qin Huai knew very clearly what the purpose of each of his seemingly messy spatula waves was. He knew which yam slices he needed to stir-fry, whether this stir-fry had an effect, and whether he should speed up or slow down next time.

In these 5 days, Qin Huai's biggest realization was that learning to cook is not practicing technology, but practicing consciousness.

Just like when Qin Huai was in junior high school, his Chinese teacher told Qin Congwen that Qin Huai's handwriting wasn't very good, which greatly affected the paper score, and if possible, it was 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 "intent before the pen."

Qin Huai didn't understand what these four words meant at all for the first 4 lessons. He just simply felt that the teacher's handwriting was different from his, and the teacher's handwriting was always light and heavy, while his handwriting was always particularly forceful.

No matter how the teacher told him, he didn't understand, and no matter how he practiced, he couldn't experience what "intent before the pen" meant. He wrote one copybook after another, and even though he was trying his best to imitate, the character was already wrong at the moment he dropped the pen.

Until one day, when Qin Huai was writing, he imagined it in his heart first, and then when he dropped the pen to write that character, he suddenly understood what "intent before the pen" meant.

It was also from that time that Qin Huai understood the two words "epiphany."

It really was in an instant that things he didn't understand before were suddenly understood. This understanding might be accumulated by a sufficient amount of practice, or it might be that he realized and opened up at that moment, but no matter which one it was, the feeling at the moment of epiphany was very wonderful.

At this moment, it was like that time.

Qin Huai didn't remember which plate he had stir-fried to. He only knew that there wasn't much yam left that he had just cut, at most two plates left.

He was waving the spatula, and not just waving the spatula.

He didn't know why he would be distracted when cooking, thinking about when he was a child learning hard-pen calligraphy, sitting at the desk every day practicing writing but not understanding, and being very distressed.

At that time, he held the pen particularly tightly, and he wished he could use all his strength to write every character, and the tip of the pen wished he could poke through the paper.

The teacher asked him to be lighter when writing, and there was no need to be so heavy when writing, but he couldn't be light at all.

He felt he was wasting his foster parents' money. Zhao Rong reported Qin Huai to a one-on-one hard-pen calligraphy class at that time, which cost 110 yuan an hour, to let Qin Huai write good characters quickly.

At that time, the meat baozi in the Qin family breakfast shop only sold for 1 yuan each, mantou for 5 mao, and vegetable baozi for 7 mao.

The children in the Sanmalu Children's Welfare Institute had not yet achieved vegetable baozi freedom, and the Children's Welfare Institute had not moved to the suburbs. Qin Huai was occasionally dragged back to the welfare institute to help farm, and other children couldn't farm well.

At that time, Qin Huai was very terrified. He felt that he was wasting his foster parents' money. Every time he took a lesson, he didn't know how many baozi his foster parents had to sell to earn it back, but he had taken 4 lessons, and his handwriting hadn't improved at all, and he didn't even understand what the teacher said.

So Qin Huai wrote very forcefully at that time because he felt that as long as he was forceful, the characters would look good, and his foster parents' money would not be wasted.

He had to write many, many characters every day after finishing his homework because he held the pen too forcefully and his posture was not very correct. He wrote until a small blister was worn on his index finger, and his little finger was pressed on the book until it hurt.

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

After delivering the milk, Zhao Rong went to sleep. Qin Huai cried secretly while drinking milk that night, not because his hand hurt too much from writing. It was because it was already 11:00 PM, and Zhao Rong had to get up before 3:00 AM every day. Under normal circumstances, she would go to sleep at 9:00 PM.

How long he drank the milk, Qin Huai cried for how long. After crying, Qin Huai wiped his tears and continued writing.

Still couldn't write well.

When that piece of paper was written until only the last few spaces were left, after writing a stroke heavily, because his hand was too painful, he had to be lighter when dropping the pen. As a result, he accidentally discovered that this drop was more successful than every time before.

He finally understood what the hard-pen calligraphy teacher said.

It's the same now.

Cao Guixiang had been telling Qin Huai these few days that the movement of stir-frying didn't matter. When she demonstrated, she would imitate Qin Huai's way of cooking, and she would also use her habitual movements to cook. Every plate of dishes was the same, without distinction, impeccable.

Qin Huai also understood what Cao Guixiang said. He was no longer the child who had to be very forceful when writing and couldn't understand what the teacher said.

But he didn't fully understand.

Knowing the purpose of his stir-frying, he also knew that Cao Guixiang was teaching him that consciousness walks in front of the dish. Whether it was thickening or cutting vegetables, he must have a count in his heart before taking action. He needed to know what he wanted, and then do it.

But he couldn't do it.

Or rather, he could only do 90%, and he didn't know where to find the last 10%.

Even though he had stir-fried yams for these 5 days until he was numb and didn't know what year it was, he still didn't know where the last 10% was.

He was no longer the child practicing writing back then, but he would still be as confused as he was back then.

Qin Huai waved the spatula again.

He saw the heat of the yam slices in the pot and knew that it was time to thicken the sauce immediately.

But a part seemed to be not very good. Should he press it?

Qin Huai thought so in his heart, and then he did it.

Still pressing it messily.

Thickening.

Plain thickening.

At the moment the sauce was poured on the yams, another thought popped into Qin Huai's heart: that press just now had no problem, but now the sauce didn't seem uniform. Should he use a larger movement to stir-fry again?

He did it again.

Stir-fried yams out of the pot.

A plate of stir-fried yams that was far inferior to Cao Guixiang's, but compared to Qin Huai's previous stir-fried yams, it seemed to be much more beautiful.

Without Cao Guixiang opening her mouth, Qin Huai knew that his plate of yams was stir-fried particularly beautifully.

"Okay," Cao Guixiang said, "You have already understood."

"Congratulations, you have finished learning what you should learn in this stage. You can buy the plane ticket for tomorrow afternoon, and fly back to the city after lunch tomorrow."

Qin Huai nodded dizzily, put down the spatula, and went back to his room to rest without even taking a bite of the stir-fried yams he had just stir-fried. Returning to the room, Qin Huai sat blankly on the bed, thinking about how he could have such thoughts when stir-frying yams.

This was also a feeling, but it was not the same feeling as all his previous feelings.

The previous feeling was more like a fish in water, and it was done naturally. You don't need to find it; as long as you do it, it comes. Commonly known as God feeding rice, God held a large bowl of rice and sat opposite Qin Huai, smiling and asking him: *Child, is it enough? Have another bite. Ah? You don't like this rice? It's okay, I'll change a bowl for you. *

It was also different from the feeling of knife work a few days ago. That night, he cut vegetables until his soul left his body, which was more like turning on a cultivation accelerator, brushing the knife work that would have taken a week to upgrade in one night.

This feeling was a true epiphany, an epiphany like when Qin Huai learned to write as a child.

It was an epiphany from ignorance, confusion, and not finding a clue to understanding everything in an instant.

Qin Huai didn't need to click on the game panel to know that his heat control must have been upgraded.

Just like after the filling reached the master level, Qin Huai found that he understood filling better than before. At the moment the heat control reached the advanced level, 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 devil practice were okay, not particularly tired. Today was actually ended early, so Qin Huai felt tired.

Tired, but very excited. The physical fatigue and mental excitement were mixed together, making Qin Huai sleepy and wanting to find someone to say something.

Before finding someone to say something, Qin Huai clicked on the game panel to see if his heat control was advanced.

Sure enough.

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

Qin Huai rubbed his eyes, took out his mobile phone, and sent messages to Zheng Siyuan, Tan Weian, and Seeing Zang Liang, identical messages.

Qin Huai: I seem to have found the feeling, the feeling in the true sense, the feeling you can't imagine, this is really a feeling!

I don't know why, but none of the three slept, and all replied in a very short time.

Zheng Siyuan: The game system you imagined issued a task to you again, and you completed it?

Zheng Siyuan: I actually don't understand how you imagined it. I also tried to imagine it, but I couldn't complete the task I issued to myself.

Tan Weian: What feeling? Is there a difference between feeling and feeling?

Seeing Zang Liang: *Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap! *

Seeing Zang Liang: You found the feeling again!

Seeing Zang Liang: I haven't found any feeling these few days. When are you coming back? I feel like I have found the feeling of crab roe sauce, but Tan Weian said my feeling is wrong. I think it's his problem; he doesn't even know what feeling is.

Seeing Zang Liang: Brother Qin! Brother Huai! Master Qin! Are you coming back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow? When you come back, can you teach me? I also want to find the feeling!

Qin Huai sent a message to everyone, saying he would go back tomorrow, discuss it after going back, and then went to wash up and sleep.

A good dream all night.

Very high-quality sleep. Qin Huai hadn't slept so comfortably for a long time. He felt that he seemed to have had a dream, but he forgot everything he dreamed about when he woke up, only feeling refreshed.

This feeling is really great. There are no damn dead rabbits in the dream wanting to eat this or that.

The life of not having to stir-fry yams in reality during the day and continuing to stir-fry yams in dreams at night is really too beautiful!

No, his yams have been stir-fried well. Why didn't he dream of stir-frying yams last night? Stir-frying yams in a dream last night should be a cool story plot. He stir-fried casually, and the rabbits were convinced on the spot, slapping themselves with their ears while crying and shouting: *I really didn't know Mount Tai, I didn't expect Master Qin's stir-fried yams to be so delicious. *

Qin Huai imagined that picture.

Forget it, it's better not to read cool novels in the future. Chen Huihong has been addicted to reading novels recently. Every time she sees a good one, she shares it in the family group. Qin Huai sometimes clicks to read two sentences.

Every time Chen Huihong shares a novel, Luo Jun scolds Chen Huihong for being sick in the head and reading these things without nutrition.

But considering Luo Jun's recent style and persona, Qin Huai has reason to suspect that Luo Jun is actually reading secretly. After all, who can refuse to read two chapters of cool novels when they are bored?

Qin Huai grabbed his hair casually, pushed the door out, and welcomed a beautiful day.

Cao Guixiang and Zhang Chu had long been awake, and it seemed they had done work. The fragrance of high soup permeated the air. It should be that the kitchen door was not closed tightly, or Cao Guixiang's soup was hung to the last moment and the pot lid could not be covered.

Thinking carefully, the neighbor's grandson couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and stole a bag of Four-Joy Tangyuan, which couldn't be blamed entirely on him, because Cao Guixiang's kitchen didn't turn off the fire that night, and the high soup was simmering on the stove.

The neighbor's grandson might be really hungry.

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

"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-Joy Tangyuan hasn't been boiled yet," Cao Guixiang said, raising her voice and shouting at Zhang Chu, "Old Zhang, boil the Four-Joy Tangyuan."

"Okay!"

"No, no." Qin Huai hurriedly waved his hand to refuse, "It's rare that I woke up relatively early today. Don't eat Four-Joy Tangyuan in the morning. Let me make some other snacks for you and Grandpa Zhang to eat."

"Other snacks?" Cao Guixiang showed a puzzled expression.

Qin Huai smiled: "That Master... the high soup you boiled today... chicken high soup, is there any left?"

"My skill in making chicken soup noodles is actually very good. Zheng Siyuan loves the chicken soup noodles I make the most!"

Qin Huai had long been eyeing Cao Guixiang's high soup. He didn't dare to think, if he used Cao Guixiang's high soup to boil longevity noodles, what level it would be.

If he was lucky, he might explode to A-grade.

After all, the high soup in longevity noodles is the essence, and the noodles can really be a foil for the high soup. Before, Cao Guixiang helped Qin Huai mince meat, and she could mince B-grade Four-Joy Tangyuan to A-grade. If she used the high soup she hung directly...

Cao Guixiang laughed: "I was wondering, you practiced for 5 days, why do you still have the leisure to make breakfast and not think about resting? It turns out you are greedy and want to eat chicken soup noodles."

"There is some left."

"Don't need to make too many dishes at noon today. Yunyun and Qingqing don't know, just us and Old Shi."

"Old Shi is coming to eat, just have Three-Shred Shark Fin, he doesn't care much about other dishes."

"At worst, make one less dish, just braise some pork belly to make up the numbers. Old Zhang, go to the vegetable market later and buy some good pork belly. The Clear Soup Willow Leaf Bird's Nest dish won't be made. Tomorrow we will eat Pigeon Egg Braised Bird's Nest."

"Good, good, good." Hearing that there was still a small stove to eat tomorrow, Zhang Chu nodded frantically.

"Xiao Qin, you just cut some yams in the morning. There are two boxes of yams in the storage room. Just finish cutting them. The main thing is to practice the feeling and don't fall short of success for lack of a final effort."

"Remember to pack your luggage, play with your mobile phone for the rest of the time, sit at the kitchen door with your Grandpa Zhang and watch, and wait for the grand feast at noon."

"Okay, Master!" Qin Huai said super loudly.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 353 =====