However, even though Li Zheng's thinking had reached a level almost akin to Shi Yang's,
his actual operations were still stiff and a complete mess.
Just the step of drawing up one milliliter of salicylaldehyde had him fumbling for three minutes.
There really was no cure for inexperience.
Even if he had grasped the thinking of a God Chef, without personally stirring pots thousands of times, he still wouldn't reach the standard.
Regarding this, there was nothing much to say, practice makes perfect.
After a while, Shen Yiyun saw Li Zheng scratching his head and grimacing in front of the oil bath pot and began to feel sorry for him.
She pretended to stretch lazily, put down her materials, and wandered over to where Li Zheng and Shi Yang were.
"I'm just...strolling around; I'm not going to instruct you," said Shen Yiyun, glancing at the substance in the flask, "This is okay, but your movements are really too clumsy, and that will delay a lot of time."
