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Jiang Feng had become extremely adept at thickening the sauce for the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon, and even with Qiu Fu standing beside him, he didn't slow down his pace. In just a few minutes, two servings of Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon were thickened.
It was the first time Qiu Fu had seen the complete thickening process of the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon, and his heart was full of shock. Although there were many aspects he didn't quite understand, such as how Jiang Feng timed and controlled temperature, Sun Jikai had already told him that it relied on a feel for the craft, something that can be grasped but not articulated, belonging to a kind of metaphysics. One had to comprehend it themselves; only after gaining insight could they ask to learn more. Asking without understanding was futile.
Jiang Feng returned to watch his pot of clear soup, while Qiu Fu went off to the side to contemplate on his own.
