Chapter 617 Sugar
Since such a memory fell from the sky, Jiang Feng naturally wanted to see it.
Not only should I watch it, but I should watch it now and immediately.
Jiang Feng clicked on the properties panel, turned to the item bar, found [A Memory of Sun Jikai] and clicked Yes.
Jiang Feng was shrouded in fog again.
The place where Jiang Feng appeared this time was very familiar to him. It was the small kitchen dedicated to Sun Jikai's cooking lessons in the back kitchen of Jubao Building. Although the appearance was a little different from the current one, Jiang Feng could tell that this was the small kitchen based on the internal space and the placement of kitchen utensils and seasonings.
The protagonist, Little Carrot Ding Sun Jikai, was sitting on the right side of Jiang Feng, taking big gulps of rice with a spoon.
Jiang Feng has seen children eating before, but what he saw was the way sisters Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing were eating when they were children. That's called a tiger who can swallow thousands of miles. His fat body contains a lot of energy. From the age of three or four, he doesn't need adults to feed him and can take a spoon to eat by himself. He is an example of being good at everything and being the first to eat.
But what Jiang Feng didn't expect was that Sun Jikai was like this when he was a child.
Jiang Feng carefully looked at the rice in Sun Jikai's bowl. The food was probably mixed together to make it easier for him to eat it with a spoon. The vegetables were chopped finely and small, and the meat was deboned. Jiang Feng even saw finely chopped fish in the rice, which showed the care of the cook.
Although the food in the bowl looked like a ball of mush and didn't look good, just by the way Sun Jikai was eating he could tell that it tasted quite good.
Jiang Feng saw the familiar sandbags and some special props on the table in the corner. There were a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables in the cabinet, and there was a small box of chocolates on the top shelf, which Sun Jikai would definitely not be able to see given his height.
After wandering around the small kitchen, Jiang Feng walked through the wall and entered the large kitchen. It was now business hours and everyone was very busy. It’s not false busyness, it’s real busyness. Everyone has something to do, and everyone is working hard. Jiang Feng noticed that a handyman overturned a pot of vegetables because he was busy and was scolded by the cutter chef next to him.
It can be considered a pretty good working atmosphere.
Jiang Feng took a few steps forward and saw Sun Guanyun surrounded by several disciples like stars holding the moon in their arms.
Among these people, Jiang Feng only recognized Qiu Fu. As Sun Guanyun's eldest disciple, Qiu Fu was also the one closest to Sun Guanyun. He was holding up a small plate of relatively light-colored sauce and wanted to ask Sun Guanyun to taste it and comment on it.
Sun Guanyun took a sip and said, "It's a little bland."
Qiu Fu put down the sauce with some disappointment.
"How is the practice of deboning the whole pigeon?" Sun Guanyun asked.
"Still practicing." Qiu Fu whispered.
"Hurry up." Sun Guanyun glanced in Jiang Feng's direction, "Remember to call Xiao Kai back in half an hour. It was too late yesterday."
"I know Master."
Jiang Feng turned around and saw that Sun Jikai had finished lunch and slipped out of the kitchen, waiting for an opportunity to open the kitchen door.
In fact, there was no need for Sun Jikai to pretend to be sneaky. Jiang Feng felt that the entire kitchen staff should have seen him.
Maybe children like this.
Sun Jikai, who was addicted to sneaking out, thought he had seized the right opportunity, quietly opened the kitchen door, and slipped out quietly.
Sure enough, Jiang Feng saw Sun Maocai outside the door.
Different clothes, same position.
Perhaps because he often saw Sun Maocai here, Sun Jikai already recognized him. Sun Jikai looked up first but didn't see his father, then he walked two steps to Sun Maocai and spoke boldly.
"Uncle, I always see you sitting in this position." Sun Jikai said.
"Uncle often sees you running out of the kitchen." Sun Maocai said with a smile.
"Uncle, have you seen my dad?" Sun Jikai asked.
"Your father seems to have gone to the second floor."
Sun Jikai nodded and wanted to say something else. After thinking for a while, he continued: "Uncle, do you particularly like to eat the food cooked by my grandpa?"
"Yes, the food your grandpa cooks is very delicious, better than other people's food. My uncle often comes here to eat because he likes to eat." Sun Maocai said warmly, speaking in a tone like a kindergarten teacher coaxing the class. Children are average.
"Uncle, don't come next week."
"Huh?"
"My grandpa is going out next week. He seems to be going to something... or something. I don't have to come over next week. Uncle, if you come next week, you won't be able to eat the dishes my grandpa cooks. My grandpa's apprentices cook None of the dishes are as delicious as my grandpa’s." Sun Jikai looked solemn.
"Okay, thank you for the reminder." Sun Maocai seemed to remember something and took out a piece of candy from his pocket, "To thank you for reminding me, uncle, I'll treat you to some orange candy."
Sun Jikai stared at the candy in Sun Maocai's hand, hesitated, and took it: "Thank you, uncle."
"By the way, uncle also wants to ask you, is your grandpa going to attend a cooking exchange meeting in the next province next week?" Sun Maocai asked.
Sun Jikai nodded: "It seems like this."
"Thank you."
At this moment, Sun Jikai saw Sun Changping coming down from the second floor. He quickly ran towards Sun Changping, unwrapped the candy while running, and stuffed the irregular lump into his mouth.
"Dad." Sun Jikai shouted vaguely with candy in his mouth.
"What's in your mouth?" Sun Changping asked.
"The uncle at the door gave me a piece of candy." Sun Jikai said.
Sun Changping lightly hit Sun Jikai on the head and reprimanded: "How many times have I told you not to take other people's things or eat things given by strangers."
"Oh." Sun Jikai pouted and chewed the candy in his mouth hard. It looked like the candy was a little sticky to his teeth.
"Dad, this candy is delicious. Please buy this for me next time." Sun Jikai handed the candy wrapper to his father.
Sun Changping took the candy wrapper and looked at it repeatedly with a puzzled look on his face, looking at the front and then at the back.
"What kind of candy wrapper is this? Why is it all written in English?" Sun Changping muttered and walked towards Sun Maocai.
"Sir, I'm sorry to bother you. You just gave my son a candy, and he asked me to buy him the same candy, so I want to ask you what brand this candy is? Where did you buy it?" Sun Changping asked.
Sun Maocai took out a few more candies wrapped in similar candy wrappers from his pocket and handed them to Sun Changping: "These candies are not for sale. They were given to me when I ate at a restaurant in Hong Kong City two days ago. There are only a few candies. I’ve put it in my pocket. If your son likes it, give it to him. If they still give it to the restaurant next time, I’ll bring some over.”
Sun Changping took the candy and said: "Thank you, no need to go to such trouble."
"It's just a little effort."
Sun Jikai was still standing at the previous position, looking at his father and Sun Maocai from a distance, chewing candies in his mouth, staring straight at the candies in their hands.
Jiang Feng also stared at the candy in Sun Changping's hand. He had never seen such weird candy. Although the wrapping paper was the same, the sizes of the candy pieces inside were different, as if they were homemade.
As he watched, Jiang Feng couldn't clearly see the candy in Sun Changping's hand.
Thick fog is coming.
Jiang Feng left his memory. (End of chapter)