Chapter 478 37 Letters
Jiang Feng and Wang Hao sat in the living room and watched an entire episode of the period family ethics drama with Chen Suhua. Jiang Feng and Wang Hao were confused because they had not watched the previous 37 episodes. After more than 40 minutes, the two of them could only tell that the woman in the play who always looked miserable and said I tolerate it, I am kind, I am strong, I am great was the heroine, and nothing else could be seen.
Wang Hao was even too bored and embarrassed to play with his mobile phone in front of Chen Suhua, so he could only secretly masturbate with two handfuls of big flowers.
An episode of TV ended. Chen Suhua was still reminiscing about the plot of the previous episode, so she did not use the remote control to fast forward and let the ending song play loudly on the TV.
Jiang Feng could see that Wang Hao was a little anxious and a little panicked. That's how it is when asking for help. Before you arrive, you feel that everything is fine. But when you arrive at someone's house, you sit down on the sofa in the living room but you still don't see anyone. Your inner panic will multiply as time goes by.
"Aunt, Professor, which senior brother is he meeting? Maybe Wang Hao and I know each other." Jiang Feng asked.
Chen Suhua smiled and said: "He was the doctoral student he originally taught. He has graduated for many years. Every year when the new year is approaching, he will come to see him."
With that said, Chen Suhua glanced at the clock on the wall and found that Jiang Feng and the others had indeed been waiting for a long time, so she stood up and said, "I'm going to remind him, by the way, Xiao Feng, when are you going back?"
"Tomorrow is the last day of business. There will be an annual meeting the day after tomorrow. We will go back the day after tomorrow." Jiang Feng said.
"Leaving so soon." Chen Suhua seemed a little disappointed, "I heard your grandma said that you won't come back until you get the Lantern Festival. Without your grandma, our game will not be complete even if it is put together."
Jiang Feng:...
Unexpectedly, Grandma Jiang had already occupied such an important position in the mahjong room without knowing it.
Chen Suhua walked quickly to the back room, but Wang Hao backed down at this critical moment: "Brother Feng, it seems that Professor Li usually doesn't bring graduates."
"I had never heard of Professor Li leading graduates. What's wrong?" Jiang Feng asked.
"Then I..."
"Auntie Chen has already taken Che Lizi and you can't take it back." Jiang Feng cut off Wang Hao's retreat with one sentence.
Just as Wang Hao was about to say some more words of fear from a scumbag to a respected old professor who had failed other subjects, Professor Li and the other three came out.
Professor Li's student is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his forties or fifties and wears metal-framed glasses. His hair is relatively sparse compared to Jiang Feng's, and his temples are a little gray. His face is younger than his hair. You can tell at a glance that he is. An academic leader.
"Teacher, then I will bring her over to see you during the Chinese New Year." The academic boss said to Professor Li.
"Well, don't tell her those things. Even if you tell her after so many years, it won't change anything." Professor Li warned.
"I know." The academic leader nodded, turned around and saw Jiang Feng and Wang Hao smiling at them, nodded to them, and left.
Chen Suhua helped Professor Li give it away.
Professor Li walked towards Jiang Feng and Wang Hao. Because there was no heating in the house during the winter, Professor Li only wore a thin cashmere sweater. He smiled and said, "Xiao Feng has been waiting for a long time, and Wang Hao." Right, I remember you, did you pass the re-examination of "Signals and Systems"? The re-examination paper was not corrected by me."
"I've passed it. Teacher Li, ever since I failed the course after I finished writing my "Signals and Systems", I've been going home and burning my butt, burning the midnight oil, and brushing up on questions every day. I never dare to forget "Signals and Systems" for a moment. After failing the exam, I vowed not to make the same mistake again, study hard, be a new person, learn forever, and look back... I posted these words in front of my desk!" Wang Hao looked like he was taking an oath under the national flag. All he had to do was make a fist with his right hand and put it to his ear.
"Really? But how come I heard that you also failed in "Optical Information Processing"." Professor Li exposed Wang Hao's lie with a smile.
Wang Hao:......
Jiang Feng: Pfft.
"Accident, accident." Wang Hao could only laugh.
"Okay, Xiaofeng has just sent me a WeChat message to tell me about your graduation thesis. It's not a big deal. I probably know a little bit about your level. The investigation has been stricter in the past two years. I want to rely on you alone. It is indeed difficult to complete the graduation thesis Big. I heard from Xiaofeng that you are now working as a copywriter in an advertising company. Everyone has their own ambitions. I have taught so many students, but not every student ended up taking the physics path. "Professor Li stopped teasing Wang. Hao, let’s get straight to the point and explain things clearly.
"Well, you start writing first. I believe you should at least have decided on the topic. If you don't understand anything, just ask Xiaofeng. If he can't solve it, just come to me here. I suggest you stick to the experimental data. Do it yourself first, it doesn’t matter if you can’t do it, I still have some backup data. It’s not important whether you have the ability or not, but you must have the attitude, otherwise no one will be able to help you when the time comes.” Professor Li said.
"Thank you, Professor!" Wang Hao was so moved that he almost shed tears.
"Working outside is no better than working in school. If you fail the final exam, you can still make up for it. If you fail, you can still take it again. If you make mistakes at work, it will be difficult to make up for them. You and Xiaofeng are both good kids. Work hard, and if you have time in the future, just remember to come and see me during the Chinese New Year," Professor Li said with a smile.
"Xiao Feng, I have something to say to you alone."
Wang Hao immediately left with a wink: "Professor Li, I'll leave first. I'll come back to see you after the new year."
When Wang Hao was walking away, he happened to bump into Chen Suhua who had finished seeing off the guests and chatting with them. Chen Suhua was a little surprised to see that Wang Hao was leaving now.
"Xiao Wang, you left so soon. Where is Xiao Feng?" Chen Suhua asked.
"Teacher and Feng...Jiang Feng went to the study to talk. I have nothing to do here, so I left first." Wang Hao explained.
"Okay, Xiao Wang, please be careful on the road and come back when you have time." After Chen Suhua finished speaking, she sat back down and watched the TV series while warming herself up to the sun.
On the other side, Jiang Feng followed Professor Li into the study.
Although Jiang Feng often came to Li's house, most of the places he visited were the living room, kitchen and pig pen. This was the first time he entered the study, so he couldn't help but take a few more looks.
Professor Li's study room is large, but has no furnishings and looks very empty. There are two bookshelves in the study room. The bookshelf is not big, only has 5 floors, but it is full of books. They are neatly arranged and look very comfortable. Jiang Feng took a casual glance and saw a row of papers and journals, with several novels mixed in among them.
There is a pot of spider plants and several pots of ordinary flowers on the windowsill. They are growing vigorously and must be watered every day.
The desk looks very old, and the style is also very old. It looks a bit like the desk Jiang Feng saw in the Presidential Palace when he visited it two years ago. There was nothing on the table, only a pen, a few pieces of writing paper and two foreign books. For some reason, the teacup was not placed on the table but on the chair.
Professor Li walked to the desk, first picked up the teacup on the chair and put it back on the table, then opened the drawer and took out a thick stack of letters, and handed the letters to Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng accepted the letters with some confusion. These letters were all packed in envelopes. The style of the envelopes was very old. There was a thick red stripe in the middle of the envelope, giving it a full sense of age.
The envelope paper is yellowish and there are many spots on it, which must be due to its age. There are no stamps, no signature, and no signature. It looks like new.
"What is this?" Jiang Feng looked very cautious when dealing with these envelopes that were probably older than him. He carefully opened the seal and took out the equally yellowed letter paper inside.
"This is a letter my mother wrote to your great-grandfather when she was in the United States but did not send it." Professor Li said, "I read the latest issue of "Zhiwei", and it was only after reading it that I realized that my father I actually talked to you so much when I was still here. It was only after reading that issue of "Zhiwei" that I realized that the letters my mother left behind were all recipes."
Seeing Jiang Feng's expression of surprise, Professor Li quickly explained: "These letters left by my mother were treasures when my father was still alive. Even I, the son, could not touch them. Later, as time went by, I I forgot, I never opened it and looked at what was written inside.”
"After reading "Zhiwei", I sorted out my father's belongings that I brought from City A and sorted out these letters. There are 37 letters in total. I have read the contents. They are all written by my mother to your mother. Grandpa, there are also recipes in it.”
"It's useless for me to keep these letters. Isn't your Li Hongzhang stew taught to you by my father? I know it may be difficult to just read the letters, but it should be of some use. There are only 37 of them now. These You take it back and study it carefully first, and I will look for the rest slowly during the Chinese New Year.”
Jiang Feng held the 37 letters in his hand. For a moment, he felt that these 37 letters were as heavy as gold, and he didn't know how to speak.
37 letters, 37 yellowed envelopes without signatures and addresses, 37 missives that have never been sent across the ocean.
The so-called old man Li Mingyi dictated to him Li Hongzhang Chowder, which was just a cover for him to explain the origin of this dish. To put it bluntly, it was a lie, but this lie was written into a story by Xu Cheng and published in a magazine. .
No one cared about the origin of this dish, not even the old man and Jiang Jiankang asked. Jiang Feng did not expect that Professor Li would dig through all the belongings of Li Mingyi and Jiang Huiqin and find these 37 letters just because of an article in "Zhiwei".
"Grandpa, this is my great-aunt's relic. You should keep it yourself." Jiang Feng felt that it would be too foreign to call him "grandpa" instead of "professor" at this time. "These letters not only contain recipes, but also some She was written by my great-aunt What happened in the United States is too precious, and it is also very important to you. Even if these recipes are given to me, I may not be able to cook the dishes in them. I am so messy, if they are damaged. Already..."
"It's okay if it's broken. These letters are easily damaged after being kept for so long." Professor Li put his hand on the letter and pressed it heavily. "These letters were originally written by my mother to your great-grandfather, that is, Tell your great-grandfather these recipes. Although these letters did not reach your great-grandfather’s hands in the end, now they are in your hands, they can be regarded as returned to their original owners.”
"You are a good child, filial, serious, focused and hard-working. Your grandma Chen is very careless and likes to clean. She may destroy these letters one day. Even if you don't need them now, you will need them in the future. , just think that I handed them over to you in advance so that you won’t forget them later.”
"Ding."
Jiang Feng was shocked when the system suddenly faked the corpse.
Jiang Feng could probably guess that the system should have issued a side mission or hidden mission related to these 37 letters.
"Thank you, uncle, I will try my best to restore the recipe above." Jiang Feng said firmly.
Professor Li smiled very comfortably: "Don't be stressed and take your time. When you recover, remember to ask your aunt to have a try." (End of Chapter)