Chapter 347 Birthday Meal (1)
In the following time, Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi sat on their stomachs one after the other, making full use of the modular sofa. They watched Thailand's annual family ethical and emotional revenge drama together in the living room - I, after my gender change, am returning as the king to take revenge on my scumbag father. I didn’t do either but I took revenge on my aunt because I fell in love with my uncle.
Although her outlook is not correct, her appearance is online.
While Wu Minqi went to take a shower, Jiang Feng planned to take a look at Zhang Guanghang's memory to relax.
As a good young man with upright roots who grew up under the red flag of socialism, Jiang Feng never imagined that capitalist countries would play like this.
While watching TV, Jiang Feng also asked Ji Yue, and Ji Yue told him that the TV series was adapted from a novel. The novel was more exciting, not the uncle, but the uncle.
What kind of gods are these decadent capitalist countries?
Jiang Feng silently clicked on the properties, turned to the item bar, found [A Memory of Zhang Guanghang], and clicked Yes.
Jiang Feng was instantly surrounded by thick fog. This time the fog dispersed very slowly. Jiang Feng could clearly hear the coughing of the elderly and the running of the children in the fog.
“Grand-père, tun’aspas lacléavectoi!”
Jiang Feng in the fog:? ? ?
What alien language?
The fog cleared.
Zhang Guanghang wore a face that resembled his later one, holding a bunch of keys in his hand as he trotted towards Xia Mubing, who was also in his seventies or eighties.
Although Jiang Feng didn't want to admit it, comparing Zhang Guanghang's current face with his later face, it seemed that he was disabled.
At this time, Zhang Guanghang's facial features had not fully grown, but they were still three-dimensional and profound. His small face made his eyes extraordinarily big. Even with a small head, being led by an adult while walking on the street could make Ji Yue such a weirdo... The aunt frequently turned around and screamed in a low voice, and whispered to the people next to her: "Wow, this child is so cute, I really want to go up and hug him!"
So what kind of psychology did Xia Mubing have to take Zhang Guanghang to shave his head?
Xia Mubing had a "what are you talking about" expression on her face and expressed Jiang Feng's thoughts: "Speak Chinese."
"Master, you didn't bring the key." Zhang Guanghang switched between Chinese and French very freely.
Whenever he enters a new scene, Jiang Feng always habitually looks at the surrounding environment first. This time there is no need to look at it, this place is ripe with maples, this is Fenyuan. The three of them are now at the main entrance of Fenyuan, their appearance has not changed at all, they are exactly the same as they were more than ten years later.
Xia Mubing looked like she was about to go out.
"Master, today is my birthday!" Zhang Guanghang raised his head and said loudly.
Zhang Guanghang was obviously much more lively when he was a child than he was later, which is normal. How could a teenager be so lifeless and silent every day?
At this time, there are no computers, no tablets, and no smartphones. Even the time for watching TV is limited. There is no innate necessity to stay at home and not go out. The children's entertainment projects are usually to go out and go crazy with a group of friends. Play, one is playing and the other is lively and active.
"10th birthday?"
"9 years old."
"It's called 10 years old here, and one year is counted as a missed year." Judging from Xia Mubing's expression, it was obvious that she had forgotten Zhang Guanghang's birthday.
He has no children, and had no experience raising children before taking Zhang Guanghang as his disciple. His experience in caring for and disciplining children is the same as that of a new parent, which is zero.
Xing'er Zhang Guanghang was precocious and was brought up by his grandfather. His parents were basically at the stage where they neither cared about raising children nor educating them. What the children loved and how they would grow up in the future all depended on their talents.
Therefore, during the more than a year since Xia Mubing took Zhang Guanghang as his disciple, he took him in at random, and Zhang Guanghang was taken in at will. Everything went smoothly without any major mistakes.
Until today, Xia Mubing suddenly realized that it was time to give Zhang Guanghang a good birthday.
Traditionally, the 10th birthday is a grand celebration. In ancient times, the 10th birthday was called the Childhood Ceremony, which marked the child's official entry into adolescence. Rich families would even hold grand banquets specifically for their children.
Last year, on Zhang Guanghang's birthday, Xia Mubing bought him a candied haws and fooled him. This could not happen again this year.
Considering that today was Zhang Guanghang's big day, Xia Mubing lowered his head and forced out a kind smile, and took the key from his hand.
"Want to go shopping?"
"Think."
Xia Mubing took Zhang Guanghang's hand and left Fenyuan with him like every grandfather who takes his grandson to buy groceries.
At this time, Peiping was not as busy as it would be a dozen years later, and the courtyard houses and alleys near Fenyuan had not been completely demolished. Jiang Feng followed them. Along the way, there were grandparents and grandchildren. It must be a weekday when the young people went to work and school. Xia Mubing's popularity was unexpectedly good. There were many elders and aunties waving to him along the way. When they saw him coming out with Zhang Guanghang, they couldn't help but ask more questions.
"Hey, Lao Xia, are you taking your grandson out to buy groceries?"
"My apprentice." No matter how enthusiastic the other party was, Xia Mubing's answer was always cold.
"Looking at my memory, I always think this is your grandson. When I was playing chess with Lao Chen yesterday, I was whispering to him, where did you get this foreign grandson?" The uncle patted his head and went back to talking to others.
"Your mother called you yesterday and told you when you would go back?" Xia Mubing asked.
"I told you." Zhang Guanghang obviously didn't like this topic, and his tone was a bit gloomy, "I'll go back on the 17th of next month, stay for two months, and then come back after completing the course."
When Xia Mubing saw Zhang Guanghang like this, he thought it was a child who was too playful and didn't want to study, so he asked, "Don't want to go back?"
"Grandpa is not here. Last time I went back, grandpa was not here. Aunt Grace said that grandpa went on a trip, but he didn't come back for two months. I asked my mother yesterday and she said that grandpa went on a trip again. This time I went back I can’t see my grandpa.” Zhang Guanghang said gloomily, speaking in a standard Beijing movie.
Xia Mubing was silent. He was not good at lying to children: "Maybe you will see me when you go back next year."
"It's your birthday today, what do you want to eat?" Xia Mubing tried to change the subject.
"Candied Haw Lu!" Zhang Guanghang suddenly became excited.
Xia Mubing: "..."
"Those are snacks. I'll buy them for you when I get back later. What do you want to eat for lunch? Peach blossom pancake? Deep-fried double crisp? Yipin crisp? Poached tenderloin? Or Huang Kui with snow plum?" Xia Mubing began to sign up the name of the dish.
Zhang Guanghang lowered his head and thought for a moment: "Saffron chicken."
Xia Mubing:? ? ?
As an orthodox Shandong cuisine cook, Xia Mubing was deeply shocked.
"Okay, saffron chicken, right? You can pick out the ingredients later, and I'll cook it for you at noon." Xia Mubing agreed immediately. (End of chapter)