Chapter 607 Express
Sun Guanyun's funeral was scheduled for after 3 p.m., and Jiang Feng had nothing to do the rest of the time. Except for going downstairs with Wu Minqi to eat the hotel's buffet breakfast in the morning, I knocked on the door opposite at noon and took the old man to find a restaurant nearby to have some lunch. I basically stayed in the room the rest of the time. Play with your mobile phone and learn about Jiang Weiming's daily recovery remotely.
Because the old man is not in Peiping, Jiang Weiming is now responsible for all three meals of Jiang Weiming.
Jiang Wengwen goes to the vegetable market early every morning to pick vegetables. When making porridge in the morning, he wants to start by shelling the rice. He spends 24 hours a day, except for a few hours of sleep. The rest of the time is either cooking or cooking. Food on the way.
Jiang Wengshi not only cooked, but also enthusiastically took a short video of his finished product for Jiang Feng. After adding a filter, the porridge and side dishes emitted a strange light, which made Jiang Feng feel that the porridge was poisoned.
"Xiao Feng, when are you coming back?" Jiang Weisheng squatted in Renyi's small kitchen and started a video call with Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng took a serious look at the time in the upper left corner of his phone. It was 2:11 noon.
So now the question is, why did Jiang Wengwei start cooking dinner at 2:11 noon?
"Uncle Jiang, are you in the kitchen making porridge for the third grandfather to drink at night?" Jiang Feng asked.
"Yes, when making porridge, you need to use a small pot to simmer it slowly, so that the porridge will be delicate, smooth and fragrant. And I added red dates and millet to the porridge this time, and it will taste better after simmering. Your Third Grandpa has been doing this for a long time Isn’t he unable to eat the plain porridge, millet porridge and oatmeal porridge that he always drinks? There must be no taste in his mouth, so I thought of cooking some flavorful porridge for him. Only by cooking it slowly can the taste be absorbed. typical.
Jiang Feng:...
Today, I, the porridge king, was taught how to make porridge.
"By the way, Xiaofeng, you haven't told me when you will be back." Jiang Weili asked again.
"The specific time has not been determined. Grandpa said that he will stay here for a few more days. He has some friends here who may want to stay for a few more days." Jiang Feng said.
Jiang Weili was overjoyed: "Great, the doctor told me just now that your third grandfather will be able to eat something else in two days. If you don't come back, I can make chicken soup and meat soup for him!"
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Jiang Feng:...
"By the way, Uncle Jiang, who cooked Director Zhong's meals yesterday and today at noon? Was it you too?" Jiang Feng felt that with Jiang Weiming's spirit of making dinner for Jiang Weiming at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, he probably lost his leisure. I went to cook for Director Zhong.
"Your dad made it. He doesn't mind the trouble. I told him that I can do it together. He insisted that he do it and send it here specially." Jiang Sheng said.
Jiang Feng couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Jiang Jiankang is a good comrade, he is so skillful and aware when fishing.
"Fengfeng, it's almost time to change clothes." Wu Minqi reminded, "Don't forget to bring the peach cake made by Xia Xia. We forgot to take it when we went downstairs yesterday."
Jiang Feng hurriedly hung up the video call, put on his suit, stuffed the shortbread made by Ji Xia randomly packed in plastic bags into a high-quality paper bag, held it in his hand, and walked out of the room with Wu Minqi. Go and knock on the door of the old man's room opposite.
The old man was already ready. Although he was not wearing a suit, he was wearing black clothes that looked very formal and decent.
The funeral parlor was quite far from the city, and Jiang Feng and the other two spent a lot of time even taking a taxi there.
"What's that in your hand?" the old man asked, staring at the paper bag in Jiang Feng's hand.
"Ji Xia made peach cakes for Sun Jikai and asked me to bring them here specially for him." Jiang Feng explained.
The old man nodded and understood.
The car was relatively slow when driving in the city, but once it was far away from the city, it felt like letting go. It was so fast that Jiang Feng thought he was on the set of the Fast and the Furious.
So much so that when he got off the bus, the old man almost lost his footing in his first step.
Although the old man was a little dizzy due to the speed of the car, and his mental state was not as good as when he first left the hotel, he also had an aura of sadness, which was more in line with the environment at this time.
Many people came to attend Sun Guanyun's funeral, including not only chefs but also many business partners of the Sun family.
In terms of personal connections, Sun Guanyun's connections are much wider than Xia Mubing's. If it weren't for the fact that the Sun family was holding a funeral on the third day and many people from out of town were unable to arrive in time, Jiang Feng believed that there would be many more people attending the funeral than now.
Sun Jikai was standing at the door of the funeral home. The people beside him should be his parents. Jiang Feng guessed that the family of three who were a few meters away from them should be Sun Jikai's second uncle's family.
Jiang Feng also noticed that Sun Maocai was right in front of them, obviously arriving just one step ahead of them.
Sun Maocai walked up to Sun Jikai's father and said a few words to him. Jiang Feng couldn't hear what he said specifically and couldn't read the shape of his mouth. However, Sun Jikai's father obviously didn't know Sun Maocai and was a little confused when he answered. He was just being polite. He nodded and invited him in.
Sun Jikai, on the other hand, looked back at Sun Maocai a few times after he entered, obviously recognizing him.
Jiang Feng and the other three walked forward.
Sun Jikai came up to them and led them inside without saying a word. Sun Jikai's second uncle glanced at Jiang Feng and the others. Seeing that they were a completely unimpressed group of young and old, he didn't pay attention and continued to greet the people in front of him.
"The funeral process in our family is quite complicated, so it will be delayed for a long time. My dad and my second uncle prepared dinner at Jubaolou. If you are willing, you can have a dinner together. It should taste better than what you had last night. "Compared with his state last night, Sun Jikai seemed more tired now. It was obvious that he had added some new worries in just half a day.
"Are there any seating arrangements?" Jiang Feng asked.
"Just sit wherever you want." Sun Jikai said, "If Grandpa Jiang knows anyone, you can sit with them."
As soon as Sun Jikai finished speaking, someone stood up and invited Jiang Weiguo to sit next to him.
"Senior Brother Jiang, I still have a few empty seats here, why don't you and your nephew come and sit down." Sun Maocai, who was sitting in a remote and remote seat, suddenly stood up and said.
Jiang Weiguo naturally didn't have any objections. After all, he basically didn't know everyone present. His nominal senior brothers are basically about the same age as him. The short-lived ones have long been buried, and the ones who are out of town can't be caught. He doesn't recognize the ones who have arrived for a while - they were all young men when they met. , now they have become a bunch of bad old men, no one can recognize them.
Thinking about it this way, Sun Maocai was quite impressive. He actually recognized Jiang Weiguo as an old man at a glance.
Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi quickly walked in and sat down, as quiet as a chicken. They all could see that Sun Maocai was not interested in drinking - he wanted to talk to Sun Jikai.
Sure enough, Sun Maocai struck up a conversation with Sun Jikai in the next second.
"Xiao Kai, right? If I'm not wrong."
"Yeah." Sun Jikai was a little cautious, obviously not knowing the purpose of Sun Maocai's visit.
"I'm very sorry about your grandfather." Sun Maocai said.
"Thank you." Sun Jikai said.
"He mentioned you to me. I met your grandfather at a cooking exchange meeting more than ten years ago, and we exchanged a few words. At that time, he told me that his eldest grandson's cooking talent was particularly good. , given time, we will definitely surpass him," Sun Maocai said.
Sun Jikai looked at him without speaking, as if he was thinking.
"I have been living in Hong Kong City for many years and have not been back for many years. After coming back this time, I found that it has really changed a lot. I miss some things and want to move back."
"Your grandfather is my senior brother and my elder brother. I can also be regarded as your god-grandfather. If you encounter any problems in the future, you can come to me at any time. I am happy to help. Anything is fine."
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"I see that you are quite busy, so I won't disturb you. Let's chat when we have time." Sun Maocai smiled at Sun Jikai and sat down.
Sun Jikai was a little stunned. (End of chapter)