Jiang Feng contentedly finished slicing a plate of thin radish pieces and put down his knife to stretch his muscles. When he turned around, he saw Jiang Weiming standing at the door.
"Ah, Granduncle Weiming, you're here. Where's my grandfather?" Jiang Feng asked.
"He's outside on the phone," said Jiang Weiming with a smile. "What are you up to?"
"Preparing ingredients for lunch and dinner. By the way, Granduncle, the theme for the day after tomorrow's top 16 is chicken, and I'm thinking of making Eight-treasure Chestnut Aromatic Chicken, using the same method as for Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon. What do you think?" Jiang Feng asked.
"I think it's pretty good," Jiang Weiming said with a smile on his face.
Not two minutes later Jiang Weiguo also came in, and Jiang Feng repeated the question.
Jiang Weiguo was silent for a moment, then a feigned smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Your idea is very good; go try making it."