Ten yams can be cut quickly at Qinhuai's current speed.

After getting familiar with the yam ingredient, Qinhuai can easily cut out yam tablets that meet the needs of fried yam. As for the preparation of starch water, Qinhuai actually does not understand how the starch water of different ingredients should be changed, but Cao Guixiang, the starch water of fried yam, has given the established formula, and Qinhuai only needs to set the formula.

Setting the formula is the easiest.

Qinhuai mix starch water.

Boil oil in the pan, put the yam, and start stir-frying.

He still waved the spatula randomly, without any rules, but Qin Huai no longer cared about these things now. He always remembered that Cao Guixiang said that the heat was to heat the ingredients evenly, and the movements were not important.

Just like when farming, it doesn’t matter what posture to pull the weeds, but the purpose is to pull them clean.

Qin Huai knew very well what the purpose of every time he seemed to be waving the spatula, what yam tablets he wanted to stir-fry, whether his stir-frying this time had any effect, and whether it was time to speed up or slow down the next time.

During these 5 days, Qin Huai’s biggest feeling was that learning cooking was not about practicing skills, but about practicing consciousness.

Just like when Qinhuai was in junior high school, his Chinese teacher told Qin Congwen that Qin Huai's calligraphy was not very good, which greatly affected the paper score. If you have the conditions, it would be best to send him to learn hard pen calligraphy.

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

In the first four classes of Qinhuai, he didn't understand what these four words meant. He just simply felt that the words written by the teacher were different from those written by him. The words written by the teacher were always light and moderate, while his words were always very hard.

No matter how the teacher told him, he didn't understand, no matter how he practiced, he couldn't understand what it meant to be the pen. He wrote one copybook after another, and even if he tried his best to imitate, the word was wrong the moment he wrote it.

Until one day, Qin Huai first imagined it in his mind when he was writing, and then when he picked up the pen and fell down the word, he suddenly understood what the meaning of the pen was.

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

It is really just in an instant that I didn’t understand what I had previously understood suddenly. This understanding may be accumulated by enough practice, or it may be that I realized it and learned it at that moment, but no matter which one it is, the feeling of the moment of enlightenment is very wonderful.

At this moment, it seems like that time.

Qin Huai no longer remembers which plate he had fried. He only knew that there was not much left of the yam he had just cut, and at most two plates were still available.

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

He didn't know why he was distracted when cooking. He thought of learning hard pen calligraphy when he was a child, and sitting at the desk every day to practice calligraphy and practice writing, and he was very distressed.

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

The teacher asked him to write lightly when he wrote. There was no need to write so heavily, so he couldn't do it at all.

I felt that I was wasting money from my adoptive father and mother. At that time, Zhao Rong wanted Qin Huai to quickly write good handwriting and to apply for Qin Huai's one-on-one hard pen calligraphy class, which cost 110 yuan per hour.

At that time, the meat buns in the Qin family’s breakfast shop were only sold for 1 yuan per person, 50 cents of steamed buns and 70 cents of vegetarian buns.

The children of Sanmalu Children's Welfare Home have not yet realized their freedom of savory buns, and the children's Welfare Home has not moved to the suburbs. Qinhuai is occasionally caught back to the welfare home to help plant the land, and other children don't understand how to plant the land.

At that time, Qin Huai was very frightened. He felt that he was wasting money from his adoptive parents. Every time he attended a class, his adoptive parents didn’t know how many buns he had to sell to earn back. However, he did not make any progress in the 4 classes, and he couldn’t even understand what the teacher said.

So Qin Huai was writing very hard at that time because he felt that as long as he tried harder, the words would look good, and the money from his adoptive father and mother would not be wasted.

He has to write a lot of words every day after finishing his homework, because he holds the pen too hard and his pen is not very correct. He has a small blister when he writes until his index finger is grinding, and his little finger is pressed on the notebook and it hurts.

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

After delivering the milk, Zhao Rong went to bed. Qin Huai was crying quietly while drinking milk that day. It was not because her hands were so painful that she cried. It was because it was already 11 o'clock at that time. Zhao Rong had to get up before 3 a.m. every day, she would go to bed at 9 o'clock.

Qin Huai cried for as long as he drank that glass of milk. After crying, Qin Huai wiped his tears and continued to write.

Still can't write well.

When the paper was written to the last few spaces, after writing a lot, Qin Huai had to write lightly because his hands were too painful. As a result, when he finished writing, he accidentally found that this time he finished writing was more successful than before.

He finally understood what the hard pen calligraphy teacher said.

The same is true now.

Cao Guixiang has been telling Qin Huai these days that the stir-frying movements are not important. When she demonstrates, she will learn from Qin Huai’s appearance and use her habitual movements to cook. Every dish is the same, no difference, and it is impeccable.

Qin Huai also understood what Cao Guixiang said. He is no longer the child who had to work very hard to write and couldn't understand what the teacher said at all.

But he didn't fully understand.

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

But he couldn't do it.

Or he can only do 90%, and he always doesn't know where to look for the last 10%.

Even though the yam has been frying these 5 days so numb that I don’t know what year it will be, I still don’t know where the last 10%.

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

Qin Huai waved his spatula again.

He saw the heat of the yam tablets in the pot and knew that it was about to thicken it.

But some of them seem to be not very good. Should I put some pressure on it?

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

Still pressing down randomly.

Thicken.

Plain thickening.

The moment the sauce was poured on the yam, Qin Huai thought came to his mind: there was no problem with the pressure just now, but the sauce seemed to be uneven now. Should he stir-fry it with a bigger move?

He did it again.

Fry yam and set it out of the pot.

A plate is far inferior to Cao Guixiang, but compared with the fried yam before Qinhuai, it seems to be much more beautiful.

Without Cao Guixiang's mouth, Qin Huai knew that his plate of yam was fried very beautifully.

"It's OK." Cao Guixiang said, "You already understand."

"Congratulations, what you should learn at this stage has been learned. You can buy a plane ticket for tomorrow afternoon and fly back to the mountain city after lunch tomorrow."

Qin Huai nodded almost dizzyly, put down the spatula, and went back to the room to rest without taking a bite of the fried yam he had just fried.

When he returned to the room, Qin Huai sat blankly on the bed, thinking about how he would have such thoughts when cooking yam.

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

The feeling before was more like a fish in water, and it was natural. No need to look for it. As long as you do this, he will come. Commonly known as God feeds food. God sat opposite Qinhuai with a big bowl of rice, smiling and asked him if he had enough children? Let's have another bite. Ah? I don't like this meal, it's okay, I'll change it to you.

It feels different from the knife skills a few days ago. That night, I cut vegetables until my soul leaves my body. It was more like I started a cultivation accelerator and upgraded my knife skills that would have taken another week to upgrade in one night.

This time, the feeling was a real enlightenment, the enlightenment that Qin Huai learned to write when he was a child.

I never understand, be confused, can't find a clue, but in a moment I understand and understand all the sudden enlightenment.

Qin Huai didn't need to click on the game panel to know that his temperature would have been upgraded.

Just like after the filling was promoted to the master level, Qin Huai found that he knew how to adjust the filling better than before. When the heat was promoted to the higher level, Qin Huai felt that he truly understood the meaning of the word "heat".

Qin Huai yawned.

Qin Huai felt that the devil practice in the previous five days was fine, but he was not particularly tired. Today was actually over, so Qin Huai felt tired.

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

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

As expected.

Heat (Advanced): As a white chef, you have really understood the heat. (3/100000)

Qin Huai rubbed his eyes, took out his cell phone and sent a message to Zheng Siyuan, Tan Wei'an and Zang Liang, exactly the same news.

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

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

Zheng Siyuan: The game system you imagined issued 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 can’t complete the task I issued to me.

Tan Wei'an: What does it feel? Is there any difference between feeling and feeling?

Zang Liang: Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking!

Zang Liang: You have found the feeling again!

Zang Liang: I haven't found it at all these days. When will you come back? I feel like I have found the feeling of crab mayonnaise, but Tan Weian said that my feelings are wrong. I think it's his problem. He doesn't even know what he feels.

Zang Liang: Brother Qin! Brother Huai! Master Qin! Are you going to 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 said to everyone, he would go back tomorrow, and he would discuss it after he went back, so he would go to wash and go to bed.

A good night of dreams.

Qin Huai has not had such a comfortable sleep for a long time. He felt like he had a dream, but when he woke up, he forgot everything he dreamed of, and he felt refreshed.

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

It’s so wonderful that you don’t have to stir-fry yam in real life during the day, and you have to continue cooking yam in your dreams at night!

No, his yam has been fried well, why didn’t he dream of stir-frying yam last night? Last night he dreamed of stir-frying yam should be a cool storyline. He was impressed by the random fried rabbits on the spot. While slapped himself in the face with his ears, he cried and shouted: I really don’t know Mount Tai. I didn’t expect Master Qin’s yam to be so delicious.
To be continued...