Zheng Siyuan: ...

Zang Liang: ...

Tan Wei'an: ...

"How about I try again?" Qin Huai asked tentatively.

Zheng Siyuan thought for a moment, nodded, and continued working on the unfinished Crab Yellow Sauce.

Stir-fry.

In theory, the thickening of stir-fried Crab Yellow Sauce is different from that of stewed Crab Yellow Sauce. Zang Liang, being the most knowledgeable about thickening among them, should tell Qin Huai, but at this moment, Zang Liang suddenly didn't feel like talking.

He really wanted to call his master and ask his respected master and uncle if finding the right feeling for seasoning was understandable, but did he also need to find the feeling for thickening?

Master, if you find the feeling for thickening, can you create such beautiful consistency? Can you pour the thickening sauce down like a waterfall?

Master, why didn't you tell me about this important technique earlier? If you had told me earlier, I would have searched for the feeling of thickening and Fire Control together.

Wuwuwuwuwu, how can someone get this feeling right on their first try with thickening? Even though there were many issues with his thickening, it was hard to watch him stir, but he really got the feeling so well.

Holy cow, holy cow, holy cow, holy cow, holy cow.

This is how Qin Huai started his second attempt at thickening.

He found that the feeling this time wasn't as good as the last.

While he was focused on the Crab Yellow Sauce, he didn't experience the impulse from the first thickening: it's now, pour!

But his timing was still okay, normal, not too bad.

The most important thing was that this time, his starch water was also poured down in a stream.

Watching Qin Huai thicken from the side, Zang Liang began to mimic thickening in the void, his wrist turning left and right, his face full of huge question marks, wondering how such a beautiful consistency was achieved.

How did he make such a grand gesture yet so gracefully complete it in one swipe?

Isn't it said that thickening is easy to learn but difficult to master?

How did Qin Huai advance without even fully entering the basics?

The Crab Yellow Sauce was ready.

The four tasted it in silence.

To say Qin Huai's thickening was excellent, it wasn't perfect; there were many details with issues, it could only be said to be very aesthetically pleasing.

But at the same time, there were no major problems.

Zang Liang, who previously couldn't understand why the three said his Crab Yellow Sauce didn't taste right, suddenly understood after tasting it.

His tongue told him that this batch of Crab Yellow Sauce did indeed seem more suitable for stuffing buns than the previous one.

Zang Liang felt he had so much to say, many exclamations to share with friends, but all words melted into silence at this moment, and he finally managed to squeeze out one sentence.

"How did you find the feeling?"

Actually, Zheng Siyuan had just asked this question.

But Zang Liang wanted to ask again.

He had eyes, a brain, experience, and as a professional chef, Zang Liang knew Qin Huai wasn't lying to him; it was indeed his first time thickening because he even forgot to stir after pouring the starch water.

Qin Huai's first attempt at timing was excellent, even could be said to be a stroke of genius, but the second time was quite ordinary.

This showed that Qin Huai really found the feeling; when he had the feeling, everything was right, and when he didn't, it just wasn't.

But how was this achieved?

"I really can't explain it well," Qin Huai said, "I can only repeat what I told Zheng Siyuan earlier."

"I've been making snacks like this since I was a child."

"Often it's not because I know how, but because I feel it should be this way, and then I do it like that, and the finished product turns out quite good."

"Just now with the thickening, I felt it was the right moment to thicken like Master Cao does. I didn't mimic it exactly, but that was my instinctive action."

"That's the feeling I was talking about."

Zang Liang didn't understand, but he was extremely shocked.

Zang Liang looked at Tan Wei'an, who hadn't spoken from start to finish, and patted his good buddy, asking softly, "Is Qin Huai always like this? Why are you so calm?"

"Do you know how amazing his thickening move was just now? How beautiful it was when the sauce poured down, holy cow, if I could thicken like that, my master would laugh in his sleep."

Tan Wei'an twitched the corner of his mouth: "Heh heh."

"What's with that reaction?"

"It's the reaction of not understanding," Tan Wei'an said calmly, "To be honest, with my thickening skills, I didn't quite get it."

"And to be honest, those feelings you all mentioned, I've never understood them."

"Back in junior high, when the English teacher said to go with your gut on a question you couldn't answer, I never got it right; I just don't know what a feeling is."

"Since Zheng Siyuan told me Qin Huai made apple guo'er to this level on his first try, I believe there's nothing left that can shock me."

"You guys who can find the feeling, go find it, and tell me what it actually is when you find it."

"Tired, devastated."

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