Chapter 25 The Last Medicine
By the time Ji Yue found the plastic packing box stuffed in the corner by Comrade Wang Xiulian from the utility room, Professor Li and his wife had already helped Li Mingyi out of the store.
"Buddha...what should I do if Buddha jumps over the wall?" Ji Yue was a little overwhelmed by the packing box she was holding.
The people left, but the food stayed.
"How about we try it?" Wang Hao's mouth watered just now when he smelled the smell. Now, although the lid is closed, the fragrance still lingers in the store for a long time.
"No!" Ji Yue glared at Wang Hao and stepped in front of him.
"Haozi, I remember that you wrote down Professor Li's phone number in your textbook yesterday morning. Check to see if the signal textbook is still in your bag." Jiang Feng suddenly remembered.
"Yes, yes, it's in the bag, it's in the bag!" Wang Hao quickly went to get the bag behind the counter, took out a textbook on signals and systems from three or four books, and opened the first page, which read Li Junming: 1xxxxxxxxxx.
It is said that Teacher Mao Guan from University A received an average of more than ten phone calls from shop owners every week informing him that he had left his book in our shop.
Don't deceive me sincerely.
Jiang Feng took out his mobile phone and dialed the number on the page.
After about twenty seconds, the call was connected.
"Hello, Professor Li. My name is Jiang Feng. Your food is still in the store and has not been taken away," Jiang Feng said.
"Sorry, I tend to forget everything as I get older. I'll go over there with my wife to get it later." There was also the sound of an old man coughing on the other end of Professor Li's phone, and the sound of a cane poking the ground lightly and heavily. sound.
Jiang Jianjian silently moved the jar back to the kitchen. Wang Hao regretted not being able to taste its deliciousness and helped Ji Yue carry the garbage to the garbage station. The other few afternoons have five classes, and it takes six o'clock to swim ashore from the ocean of knowledge.
Although Jiang Jiankang didn't show it on his face, Jiang Feng, as his son, was keenly aware that his father was feeling lost. Every piece of fat and fat revealed a deep sense of loss.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Feng followed Jiang Jiankang into the kitchen and saw him chopping vegetables without saying a word.
One knife after another, extremely slowly, and each knife was very hard, as if he had a deep hatred for the green pepper in front of him.
"I wasted a good thing." Jiang Jiankang felt a little lonely.
"I think it's pretty good." Jiang Feng opened his eyes and lied. He didn't even want to read the long list of remarks about Buddha jumping over the wall just now, such as the stewing time was short, there were too many shark fins, the abalone was cut thickly, and the fish lips were Not soaking for enough time is a long list of problems.
But the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall dish itself is extremely difficult, and Comrade Jiang Jiankang cannot be blamed.
"My poor ham." Jiang Jiankang sniffed.
"I didn't stew the elbows today." Jiang Jianjian even felt a little aggrieved.
Jiang Feng:...
Sorry to bother you.
The kitchen was returned to Comrade Jiang Jiankang. The smell of Buddha jumping over the wall just now attracted many customers, but everyone was watching the fun at that time and did not order. Now the first floor is basically full, and menus like snowflakes are being sent to the kitchen one after another. Comrade Jiang Jiankang is picking up the pot and spatula again, and is struggling on the front line of cooking.
Jiang Feng once again became a small-time worker, washing vegetables, peeling vegetables, chopping vegetables, and placing dishes without any experience.
Not long after, four members of the chess club, who had not even had time to put their school bags in, rushed into the back kitchen and took out the sour plum soup and mung bean soup that had been chilled for a day from the freezer. Each person was like a hungry wolf. I usually drink two bowls of food first, then put down my schoolbag and start helping.
Seeing these four people, Jiang Feng suddenly became worried about the club's recruitment next week.
Other clubs are either full of talented people or have their own strengths. No matter how bad they are, there are good-looking boys and girls who come to lure the newbies into joining, but the chess club has nothing, not even funds.
The club is recruiting new members, what should we perform?
In the past few years, two stinky chess players were pretending to play chess there. Are they going to give everyone a pot of sour plum soup today?
Jiang Feng was worried about the future of the club while silently shredding carrots.
Are carrots on sale these days? Why does Comrade Wang Xiulian buy so many carrots every day!
After Jiang Feng cut all the carrots into shreds, Professor Li and his wife returned to the store.
Professor Li held an envelope and a lunch box in his hand.
In fact, taking the entire wine jar away is the best way to ensure the original taste, but regardless of how heavy the wine jar is, it is always not good for guests to just carry a wine jar away. Ji Yue carefully scooped the dish out of the wine jar and put it into the lunch box. This dish was currently higher than her annual salary, so she had to treat it with caution.
"Classmate Jiang Feng, I would like to ask you to do a favor." Professor Li handed the envelope to Jiang Feng, "My father has advanced gastric cancer and has always had a loss of appetite. I would like to ask you to be responsible for his lunch and dinner."
Jiang Feng was a little frightened about such an important task. When he wanted to refuse, the system notification sounded in his mind.
"Ding, optional side missions have appeared, please choose your own."
Another side mission.
Jiang Feng was shocked. In this case, there were two side missions related to Mr. Li Mingyi. The game actually valued this old man so much that it even gave him two side missions.
Jiang Feng took the envelope and was still a little curious: "Actually, you should ask my dad. His craftsmanship is much better than mine."
"My father just told me that he wants you to come. He likes you very much." Professor Li smiled gently, "My father is very happy today. He has not been so happy for a long time."
Jiang Feng touched his face unconsciously.
He doesn't seem to have a face that makes people happy when they see him.
Although he also thinks that he is quite handsome, he shouldn't be so handsome that everyone likes him, right?
"Please." Professor Li said.
"It should, it should." Jiang Feng couldn't help but feel a little frightened when Professor Li, who was said to be very strict in the past few days, was treated so gently.
Ji Yue had already put all the Buddha Jumping Over the Wall into the lunch box. Professor Li's wife carried the lunch box and left with Professor Li. Before leaving, she smiled softly at Jiang Feng.
"Your professor quite likes you." Ji Yue sighed.
"Huh?"
"He was quite serious when he came today at noon. He was as serious as the foreign teacher I had when I was a freshman." Ji Yue raised her head, seeming to be recalling the serious Filipino female foreign teacher she had when she was a freshman. "That old woman, Because my English is not good, they yell at me in English every day.”
Women are really vindictive.
Jiang Feng opened the envelope and found a dozen banknotes and a piece of letter paper inside.
He took out the letter paper and unfolded it. The pen handwriting was vigorous and powerful, and he wrote a recipe for stomach-nourishing porridge.
The ingredients are almost the same as the stomach-nourishing porridge made by Comrade Jiang Jiankang, except for slight changes in some places, including an extra serving of pork liver.
Although Comrade Jiang Jiankang learned how to make porridge from a master chef at a porridge shop, the recipe for stomach-nourishing porridge was given to him by Mr. Jiang.
Professor Li, how come you have the Jiang family’s stomach-nourishing porridge recipe?
"Dad, did your grandfather give you the recipe for the stomach-nourishing porridge you originally made for me?" Jiang Feng even doubted his own memory and ran to the kitchen to ask Comrade Jiang Jiankang.
"It's been handed down from our ancestors." Comrade Jiang Jiankang was shaking the spoon.
Professor Li... Mo Fang is related to our family?
Jiang Feng couldn't help but have some ideas. Did his grandfather give birth to six brothers and not all died, but one survived and changed his name to Cheng Li incognito?
If this material had been given to Wang Hao, it would probably have been better edited.
Going to the utility room, Jiang Feng clicked on the properties panel.
[The Last Good Medicine]: Li Mingyi suffered from loss of appetite and anorexia due to advanced gastric cancer. The long-term and painful chemotherapy treatment made him miserable. As a chef, the only thing I can do is to comfort him with food. Please give him the last medicine. Ask the player to help him eat normally for 15 days. [Select: Yes/No]
Click Yes.
[The Last Good Medicine]: Li Mingyi suffered from loss of appetite and anorexia due to advanced gastric cancer. The long-term and painful chemotherapy treatment made him miserable. As a chef, the only thing I can do is to comfort him with food. Please give him the last medicine. Ask the player to help him eat normally for 15 days. Mission Progress (0/15)
Mission Tips: Follow the recipe provided by Li Junming to complete the mission.
Mission reward: a memory of Li Mingyi.
It turned out to be late-stage gastric cancer. No wonder Li Ming looked abnormally thin. Jiang Feng initially thought it was just that the old man was simply old.
And this is the first time the game has given a clear mission reward, but the reward is actually a memory.
Is this memory... related to Tai Feng Tower? (End of chapter)