Chapter 331 Wonton
Wu Minqi was holding chopsticks in her hands, and before she could finish chewing and swallowing the Yunji in her mouth, she was already immersed in memories.
After a long time, he finally came back to his senses as if it was a lifetime ago. He smiled at Jiang Feng and said, "What you made this time was particularly delicious."
With that said, Wu Minqi picked up another chopstick.
Jiang Feng smiled slightly, hiding his merit in his fame.
Jiang Feng followed the same pattern and made a special version of Wang Xiulian's Yun Chicken according to Wang Xiulian's taste. As expected, it was also Grade A. Although Jiang Feng was a little regretful that this A-level dish was not on the menu for the time being, it was a very warm and family-friendly dish from taste to buff, so it would be good to cook it for his family on weekdays.
Jiang Feng took Yunji and went out to find Comrade Wang Xiulian, preparing to let his dear mother taste the latest Yunji.
The first thing Jiang Feng saw when he came out of the kitchen was Ji Yue. He couldn't help it, the digital tablet in front of her was so conspicuous that it was difficult not to notice it.
"Ji Yue, have you seen my mother?" Jiang Feng asked, casually putting Yun Ji on the table.
"Aunt Wang just went out, probably to buy hand cakes, taro balls, milk tea, fried chicken or cakes." Ji Yue said, looking haggard.
The bowl next to her that had been full of pure meat wontons was empty.
Ji Yue was probably the second person besides Xue Shaoheng who could finish a full bowl of pure meat wontons by herself.
The digital tablet in front of Ji Yue was still empty, with only bowls, spoons and tables, but no wontons.
"If you really can't draw it, just forget it." Jiang Feng advised. He felt that rather than gradually attacking Zhang Guanghang's hobbies, Ji Yue might as well launch a general attack directly.
After all, given her time, energy and effort to draw comics, Ji Yue would probably have caught Zhang Guanghang long ago.
"We can't forget it!" Ji Yue said that this is not a man's problem at all, but a dignity issue. "The soul of this story is this bowl of wontons. If the wontons are not drawn well, the entire comic will be ruined. How can we forget it? What?”
Jiang Feng was immediately in awe. He didn't expect Ji Yue to be such a pursuing and ideal person...
waiter.
"So...how should I draw now?" Jiang Feng asked.
"I don't know." Ji Yue's face was expressionless.
Jiang Feng:...
"What's that plate you just brought out?" Ji Yue cast her eyes on Yunji on the table.
"The new dish I recently researched is sweet and sour. Do you want to try it?" Jiang Feng moved the Yun Chicken and put it in front of Ji Yue. "If you have trouble with your feet, don't move. I'll get you chopsticks."
Jiang Feng handed the chopsticks to Ji Yue. Ji Yue took the chopsticks and stretched them towards the smallest piece of chicken on the plate.
Ji Yue likes to eat fried and crispy things. Ji Yue especially likes small pieces of meat that looks like it has been fried.
After eating a small piece of Yunji, the sadness on Ji Yue's face disappeared. She could tell she was thinking about something when her eyes were divergent, and she suddenly burst out laughing.
Ji Yue came back to her senses and saw Jiang Feng looking at her, so she explained: "I just thought of my brother."
"When I was in junior high school and my younger brother was in elementary school, my mother didn't let us eat snacks because she was afraid that I would not grow taller and that he would gain weight. Every time she bought snacks for us, she would only buy a little, and the amount for both of us would be the same. It’s gone.”
"So we often stole each other's snacks when they were not at home. Every time my parents came back, they would see me and my brother fighting. But after I entered high school, my mother stopped caring about me eating snacks. I don’t like snacks anymore. I don’t think the snacks I grabbed from the fight with my brother are delicious.” Ji Yue smiled, and suddenly seemed to have an inspiration. She picked up the pressure-sensitive pen and drew a stroke on the digital tablet.
The pen stopped on the tablet.
Thirty seconds later——
Ji Yue silently erased the stroke he had just drawn, saying that he still had no inspiration.
Jiang Feng:...
Jiang Feng sat in the lobby and waited for more than half an hour. When the chicken was cold, he did not wait for Comrade Wang Xiulian to come back. Instead, he waited for Xue Hua and Xue Shaoheng.
Today Xue Shaoheng was dressed very formally, with a suit and leather collar. His naturally curly hair was neatly and meticulously combed. His eyes were wide open and still clear and translucent. He looked like a child wearing adult clothes.
Xue Hua held Xue Shaoheng's hand and turned her head to whisper in his ear while walking.
Xue Shaoheng looked very excited when he saw Jiang Feng sitting in the lobby playing with his mobile phone and waiting for someone. He took Xue Hua's hand and pointed at Jiang Feng.
"Shao Heng, don't point fingers like this, it's very rude." Xue Hua warned Xue Shaoheng first, and then walked quickly to Jiang Feng.
"Master Xiao Jiang, it's great that you are here. I originally thought that my brother and I would go on this trip in vain." I wanted to come over and have a look, but I didn’t expect to see it. ”
"Looking for me?" Jiang Feng was a little flattered.
"Yeah, my brother and I are going to Shanghai tonight, and his art exhibition is about to start. He has been wanting to eat the wontons you made for the past two days, and he just insisted on asking me to bring him over at home. I It's not business hours now, but can I trouble you..."
Jiang Feng stood up immediately: "No problem, I'll do it for you now."
Ji Yue, as an excellent employee of Tai Feng Building, stood up immediately: "I'll get you some water."
When I took the first step, I didn't stand properly and was a bit lame.
Xue Hua also saw that Ji Yue's legs and feet were inconvenient. She recognized Ji Yue. After all, she and Xue Shaoheng were also frequent visitors to Tai Feng Building. She originally came to the door during non-business hours, so she had the nerve to ask Ji Yue to pour her water, so she quickly refused.
Xue Shaoheng was attracted by Ji Yue's tablet. He had never used a tablet when drawing, and this was the first time he saw a tablet.
"Wontons." Xue Shaoheng pointed at the digital tablet.
"Shaoheng, don't touch other people's things." Xue Hua whispered softly. She was using her tablet to place an order and check out. She couldn't stop Xue Shaoheng from walking to Ji Yue's digital tablet immediately.
"You know I want to draw wontons?" Ji Yue was surprised.
She knew a little bit about Xue Shaoheng's situation. She had just heard from Xue Hua that Xue Shaoheng was going to Shanghai to hold an art exhibition, so she knew that her painting skills were far inferior to Xue Shaoheng's.
Xue Shaoheng didn't answer, picked up the pressure-sensitive pen and started writing.
One stroke, two strokes, all in one go.
"Shao Heng, don't touch other people's things! Don't touch the paintings drawn by this sister!" Xue Hua wanted to step forward to stop Xue Shaoheng.
"It's okay." Ji Yue stopped Xue Hua, staring directly at the pressure-sensitive pen in Xue Shaoheng's hand.
Xue Shaoheng painted without any pause or hesitation, one stroke after another, making Ji Yue reluctant to blink. In just a few minutes, a bowl of wontons appeared on the digital tablet.
Xue Shaoheng took only a few minutes to draw the wonton that had troubled Ji Yue for several days.
It was as if Jiang Feng had printed the wontons he had just made on a digital tablet. They were exactly the same, not only in appearance, but also in the way they felt.
Looking at the wontons drawn by Xue Shaoheng, Ji Yue seemed to see the bowl of wontons she just ate that was so unpalatable that she cried and ate them again and again.
Even the taste of wontons started to appear in my mouth.
"Wontons!" Xue Shaoheng pointed at the wontons on the digital board and smiled at Ji Yue.
Ji Yue nodded mechanically: "Yes, wontons."
Xue Hua also noticed it and said: "Isn't this the wonton made by Master Xiaojiang? It looks very similar to me. The wontons in other places don't look like this."
"Yes, what I want to draw is the wontons made by Jiang Feng." Ji Yue said, his eyes glued to the digital tablet and unable to move away.
Xue Shaoheng put down the pressure-sensitive pen in his hand and left Ji Yue's tablet. Xue Hua took him to sit down at the small table next to him and warned him in a low voice: "Shao Heng, sister knows that you want to help this sister draw wontons, but next time you can't take other people's things without their consent, even if Do you know that even if you want to help, you have to ask for permission from others? This time, this sister is tolerant. I need to apologize to her later. You..."
Xue Hua rambled in Xue Shaoheng's ears. Xue Shaoheng nodded from time to time and kept looking elsewhere. He didn't know how much he listened to Xue Hua's words.
A few minutes later, Jiang Feng came out with wontons. Xue Hua finally stopped nagging Xue Shaoheng, and Xue Shaoheng began to eat the wontons.
Not sad, even a little happy.
Xue Shaoheng squinted his eyes and swallowed the wontons in his mouth.
He was obsessed with the colorful world he saw when eating wontons, blue sky, white clouds, flowers, birds, doors, and homes. Compared with these beautiful things, the death of his mother, who had long since left his memory, seemed less sad to him.
And my sister.
Xue Shaoheng raised his head and smiled at Xue Hua.
His sister's face was forever fixed in his memory as it looked when she was a teenager.
My sister is the most beautiful, the most beautiful girl in the world!
Ji Yue looked at Xue Shaoheng, the paintings on the digital tablet, and the bowl of wontons in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh: "Jiang Feng, he is really a genius."
Jiang Feng also saw the wontons painted on the digital board and guessed that they were painted by Xue Shaoheng. Ji Yue's painting style was not like this.
This reminded him of the tea cup drawn by Xue Shaoheng that was as precise as a ruler and compass he saw in his memory, and he echoed: "He is a genius." (End of Chapter)