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The next day, Jiang Feng started his winter break routine of culinary practice.
Jiang Weiming had also become one of the instructors, joining Jiang Weiguo. The two imposing figures stood in the kitchen, watching over Jiang Feng as he practiced controlling the heat.
"It's overcooked, overcooked, the heat is too high, can't you taste it in your own cooking? How many days has it been since you last cooked, that you can't even stir-fry vegetables?" Jiang Weiguo was an absolute tyrant in the kitchen, barking at Jiang Feng until he barely dared to breathe.
"What are you so timid about? Do you think you can cook well like that? Dump it out, start over!"
This was already the seventeenth plate of greens Jiang Feng had thrown away this morning.
Wang Xiulian and Li Mingli had washed two large baskets of greens in the morning, enough for Jiang Feng to stir-fry all day long.
