The Game of Life

Chapter 843 - 843 842 Grandmaster (Three) (Extra Chapter for

?Chapter 843: Chapter 842: Grandmaster (Three) (Extra Chapter for Alliance Hierarch JUJUUUU!) Chapter 843: Chapter 842: Grandmaster (Three) (Extra Chapter for Alliance Hierarch JUJUUUU!) Making broth is different from stir-frying and chopping vegetables. It is a very lengthy process that requires time and patience.

From the fifteenth day, the young servants who used to line up in the Jiang Family’s small courtyard to collect ingredients each day had disappeared, only coming each morning to deliver fresh ingredients. Only the three little creatures of the Jiang Family remained, as before, braving the elements each day to quietly watch Jiang Chengde in the kitchen from outside the window, merely watching without even daring to speak softly, silently observing every day.

Just like them, Jiang Feng silently watched every day in the kitchen.

He watched Jiang Chengde handle whole chickens, large chunks of pork bones, dried shrimp, scallops, shiitake mushrooms, bamboo shoots, and ham.

He watched him make broth, watched him add firewood.

In an era without gas stoves, preparing a pot of quality broth was far from the convenience and simplicity it later became.

Making broth demanded time, at least six hours and sometimes as much as twenty. For Jiang Feng, making broth merely required adjusting the fire properly, setting an alarm, and waiting until he felt the time was about right to stand watch by the pot. During the long hours in between, he could handle other ingredients or simply rest outside. It wasn’t necessary to continuously stand by the pot and tirelessly watch.

But Jiang Chengde couldn’t do that.

Because he used firewood.

In the era of using firewood, controlling the fire was particularly challenging. A skilled chef couldn’t be merely competent himself. He also needed a skilled firewood tender, preferably one in sync with the cooking chef. This was the way to produce truly perfect dishes.

This was also why in Taifeng Building, it was imperative that Jiang Chengde’s own son tended the fire when he cooked.

Jiang Chengde made broth for a full seven days, using the same ingredients each day, and talking around the same time from morning until it turned completely dark, dedicating several hours to produce a single pot of broth.

Then, this broth wasn’t even used for dishes but for boiling noodles; a large pot of it, which the Jiang Family ate for seven days.’
Eating made Jiang Feng feel that the first thing he would do when he left would be to make a pot of broth and then cook noodles.

Delicious food often requires the simplest cooking methods: a bowl of broth and a handful of noodles are enough, not even needing an egg added.

Jiang Feng could feel that the seven days Jiang Chengde spent making broth were different from the previous fourteen days.

In the previous fourteen days, repeating every seven days, Jiang Chengde was striving to replicate the state of progress from a beginner to a learned status, advancing step by step, gradually becoming stronger. But during these seven days, Jiang Chengde seemed more like he was exploring and attempting.

He gave his all, devotedly making each pot of broth, seven pots across seven days, as if seeking the limits of his current culinary skills.

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