Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle-Chapter 694 - 356: The Sensationist Master’s Online Lecture (Part 2)

Chapter 694: Chapter 356: The Sensationist Master’s Online Lecture (Part 2)

Tan Wei’an still had a few words unsaid, but when he uttered the word ’ordinary,’ he already realized where the problem with his words lay.

He was a pastry chef, and Qin Huai was also a pastry chef. Qin Huai was even a self-taught pastry chef, with a poor foundation in meat cooking, a pastry chef who needed to chop a lot of radishes daily to practice his basics, a pastry chef who felt something was wrong when he couldn’t even swing the spatula properly while cooking.

Such a pastry chef, when he managed to stir-fry a passable dish of yams, could make people who knew him acutely feel the sheer magnitude, terror, and speed of his improvement.

Now, even if Qin Huai told Tan Wei’an, "Actually, I have a magic tool, my day is 240 hours long, it seems like I went to further study for six days, but in reality, I went for 60 days," Tan Wei’an would believe it.

Tan Wei’an didn’t understand, nor could he understand. He directly snatched the chopsticks from Zang Liang’s hand, picked up a slice of fried yam and put it in his mouth. The yams were well fried, crispy to taste, the sauce coated evenly and lightly, quite suitable for the naturally sticky yams.

As for seasoning, there was no need to mention it, when Qin Huai could even get the dish out of the pot, his seasoning wouldn’t go wrong.

The difference was worlds apart from the first time Qin Huai tried to mimic Cao Guixiang’s thickened yam.

A thousand words turned into a single sentence after finishing this slice of fried yam.

"How did he do it?" Tan Wei’an exclaimed, "Is he a freak?"

Zheng Siyuan nodded silently, "Is it your first day getting to know Qin Huai?"

Tan Wei’an: ...

Sorry, it was he who was abrupt.

Compared to Tan Wei’an and Zheng Siyuan, Zang Liang seemed quite excited. Even though he was full, he insisted on eating more fried yam, the more he ate, the more impressive Qin Huai’s progress seemed.

His progress wasn’t just a little step; it was a qualitative leap at a stage.

He must have found the feeling; the feeling Qin Huai talked about that day is the secret of this progress!

Master, I’m about to find that feeling you talked about!

When you return after completing your exchange, your apprentice will also give you a surprise just like Qin Huai gave us today!

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Qin Huai finished frying all the yams.

What can I say, it was satisfying.

Days of frying yams day and night, this method of cutting ten roots in a row and frying several plates of yams became ingrained in Qin Huai’s DNA. Missing one cut wouldn’t do, missing one cut wouldn’t feel right.

Qin Huai felt this good habit of frying yams could be maintained. At this stage, frying yams was the best way for him to brush up on his knife skills and fire control skill level, and he could also practice thickening, laying a solid foundation for the Double Crab Bun.

Kill several birds with one stone.

"How was it?" Qin Huai turned his head and saw the amazement in the eyes of the three, feeling refreshed, the pain from the devil training over the past few days instantly vanished.

Indeed, if a person doesn’t show off after achieving something, what’s the point of the achievement?

"How did you do it?" Zang Liang still asked the same question, but his gaze was different from before.

Earlier, Zang Liang’s eyes were full of curiosity; now, they were filled with amazement, admiration, and determination to learn.

"I know I asked this question already, and you told me that to practice seasoning, you need to practice knife skills and fire control to find the feeling. But specifically, how do you find this feeling? How do you practice it? At my current level, how should I practice knife skills and fire control, like you by frying yams? Or should I practice with other dishes?" Zang Liang threw out several questions.

Tan Wei’an: ?

Dude, do you really believe Qin Huai’s nonsense, that to practice seasoning, you need to first practice knife skills and fire control – do you think that’s reasonable?

But Qin Huai’s progress is indeed a bit remarkable; there’s a saying that unconventional methods treat severe ailments. Could these bizarre tricks often result in winning against the odds?

Tan Wei’an had been quite frustrated with his yeast level recently. He started seriously considering whether he was heading in the wrong direction. To practice yeast, he couldn’t only practice yeast; he needed to practice with fillings and pastry more. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Hmm, he should find some time to study together with Su Qian, as Su Qian was good at pastry.

Qin Huai once again fell into silence.

This time, his silence wasn’t because he was tongue-tied, but because he didn’t know how to answer. Zang Liang’s meat cooking level was much higher than his; he didn’t know what Zang Liang should practice.

But Qin Huai could see that Zang Liang genuinely wanted to know; among the believers of finding the feeling, Zang Liang was the one who desired most to find it.

And also had the most potential.

Tan Wei’an couldn’t find it, Zheng Siyuan disdained seeking it. Only Zang Liang genuinely wanted to follow in Qin Huai’s footsteps, to explore the essence of that feeling.

Qin Huai didn’t want to let down such a devoted believer.

For Zang Liang, Qin Huai racked his brains, painstakingly organizing his words, "How about this, let me explain to you the feeling I’ve found while cutting and frying yams."

"Great, great!" Zang Liang nodded frantically.

Qin Huai began to explicate in detail the two completely different, yet very effective, transcendent feelings.

Not a single lie, all truths; to make his speech not seem so deficient, he even used idioms.

Very detailed, he even talked about his inner thoughts, recalling the time when he practiced hard pen calligraphy in childhood while practicing these skills, Qin Huai said it all.

Zang Liang listened with full concentration, Zheng Siyuan listened with keen interest, and Tan Wei’an listened partially understanding.

Qin Huai spoke for more than half an hour before finishing those two mysterious feelings.

By the end, Qin Huai’s mouth was dry; if it weren’t for Su Qian perceptively handing him tea to moisten his throat, Qin Huai felt his voice might have gone hoarse by now.