Chapter 622: Departure (1)
On the plane, Jiang Feng was still sitting between Jiang Weiguo and Wu Minqi.
On the left is my girlfriend who has fallen asleep, and on the right is my grandfather with his eyes closed to relax. Jiang Feng sat in the middle, feeling uncontrollably excited.
Although the timing and occasion may not be right, he really wants to click on the attribute panel to see what the old man's freshly dropped and still warm memories are.
Then why do some of us say that couples who have been married for decades have a tacit understanding? The way they lose their memory is exactly the same. Grandma Jiang's memory is attached to the candy paper, and the old man's memory is also on the candy. Jiang Feng decided to keep this bag of candy and give one to each person after he went back to see if anyone else could find out more from these candies. A memory.
Jiang Feng quietly glanced at Wu Minqi, then at the old man. Seeing that both of them had their eyes closed, he lowered his head secretly, clicked on the attribute panel with very small and even seemingly obscene movements, and slowly opened the item bar.
[A memory of Jiang Weiguo]
After Jiang Feng clicked and chose Yes, he was instantly shrouded in fog.
Jiang Feng appeared in a strange room.
The room was small and simple, with a single bed, fairly white walls, a small square table, and a small wooden cabinet. Other than that, there was no other furniture in the room, not even a chair.
The cabinet was open and Jiang Weiguo was packing things.
At this time, Jiang Weiguo was a younger version of Jiang Weiguo, but he looked older than he remembered before. Jiang Feng suspected that his father might have been born at this time.
Jiang Feng looked at the cabinet and saw that there was nothing else except clothes. There were only three or four pieces of clothes. The bag on the floor was somewhere between a snakeskin bag and a canvas bag. If I had to describe it, it was probably an extra-large one. But looking at it A canvas bag that looks very much like a snakeskin bag.
Jiang Feng couldn't pull the bag open and could only stand on the side and look inside. In addition to clothes, the bag also contained basic daily necessities such as a washbasin, stainless steel cup, toothbrush, and towel. In addition, there were some items carefully wrapped in oilcloth. Something to hold on to.
These small oilcloth bags filled every corner of the extra-large snakeskin canvas bag, which made Jiang Feng wonder if the stuffing inside might be local specialties.
Just when Jiang Weiguo was trying to stuff clothes into the bag, trying to make the bag a little flat and make some space, the door was knocked open with a bang, and a young man who looked to be in his 20s rushed in.
"Jiang Weiguo, I heard they said you want to go back!"
Jiang Weiguo raised his head and glanced at the young man, then continued to push the clothes into the innermost part: "Of course I have to go back after studying."
"You..." The young man couldn't figure out the reason for a while.
After Jiang Weiguo finished stuffing his things, he had time to stand up and face the young man, and by the way, he could clearly see the expression on his face.
Although it is complicated, it is certainly not a good expression.
"What do you want from me?" Jiang Weiguo asked.
"My dad is looking for you." The young man said with a stinky face, "When will your train arrive?"
"Afternoon."
"What's in that big bag of yours?"
"My wife asked me to bring seafood. My eldest and second child like to eat it. I can make soup for them when I get home," Jiang Weiguo said.
"Didn't you say that your third child was born this year and he didn't like it?"
Jiang Weiguo looked at the young man with an idiot look: "He is not even half a year old and can only drink rice soup. What's the use of liking it?"
After that, he left.
Jiang Feng walked a little slower, and happened to hear the young man whisper: "I don't have a wife."
Jiang Feng: Pfft.
Jiang Feng followed Jiang Weiguo out of the room, only to find that the room was on the first floor of a three-story residential building, right next to the stairs. It might have been a temporary storage room. Jiang Feng also saw an aunt in the corridor. Steam buns in a coal stove.
This residential building was not far behind the Jubao Building. Jiang Feng walked for less than three minutes before he saw the Jubao Building, and for the first time he knew that the Jubao Building had a back door.
The back door leads directly to the storage room, which used to be the kitchen.
Perhaps because it wasn't time for dinner yet, there was no one else in the kitchen except Sun Zheran. Sun Zheran was standing next to the big jar containing the Buddha's Jumping Over the Wall, obviously wanting to personally watch over the Buddha's Jumping Over the Wall that was about to be cooked.
"Master." Jiang Weiguo walked up to Sun Zheran, and Jiang Feng realized belatedly that the young man just now was most likely Sun Guanyun.
"Are you leaving?" Sun Zheran looked at Jiang Weiguo.
Jiang Weiguo nodded: "It's time to ask for leave, it's time to go back."
"You know that's not what I'm talking about." Sun Zheran said, "Have you really thought about it?"
"Master, my wife and children are in City Z. I can't just leave them there." Jiang Weiguo said.
"That's true." Sun Zheran sighed, "Sure enough, it's different when you have a family and children. You didn't even have a partner when you first became a disciple, right? It's only been a few years? It seems like it's only been 8 years, and all the children have been born. Three.”
"Really don't think about it anymore? This kid Guanyun is very reluctant to let you go. Although he is always noisy with you, I can see that his relationship with you is better than that with other brothers." Sun Zheran said , "Come and see this altar of Buddha jumping over the wall. This is the altar you made yesterday."
Jiang Weiguo was stunned, and subconsciously began to look for other stalls in the kitchen. Then he realized that there was only this stall, and he suddenly seemed a little nervous.
"Master, this..."
"You have learned it. You have learned the rules from me for 8 years and you must be very clear about it. Now that you have learned it, it is natural to put the dishes on the table and evaluate them to the guests to see if they are truly qualified."
"But there is only one altar." Jiang Weiguo said.
"The store only sells one jar every day." Sun Zheran came closer to the jar and smelled it without removing the lid. "You can lift the lid at noon today. After all, you made it."
"But just in case..." Jiang Weiguo became very hesitant in a very rare way.
"If the customer's evaluation is not good and you fail the assessment, just stay and learn. If you study for two more years, you will naturally succeed." Sun Zheran said.
"But Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is the restaurant's signature dish. What if the reputation is ruined at noon today?" Jiang Weiguo said that he was a little unsure of himself.
"The reputation that Jubaolou has built up over the years can't be ruined by just one dish." Sun Zheran said with a smile, "Go back and pack your things. I'll watch over here for you. Didn't you say last time that your eldest son particularly likes to drink cuttlefish ribs? Soup? Do you want to take some more back?”
Jiang Weiguo shook his head: "The bag can't be packed anymore, and there aren't that many ribs at home to make soup for him, so I don't need to bring so much."
Sun Zheran couldn't help but smile wider and waved to Jiang Weiguo: "Go and do your business."
Jiang Weiguo did not move: "Master, I heard that you want to adopt Sun Maocai as your adopted son, and you also want him to be included in the family tree."
Jiang Weiguo's face was full of disapproval.
"Yes." Sun Zheran didn't hide it, "Maocai is extremely talented. His parents died at a young age. He had a rough life experience. He also has the same surname as Sun. He is from the same ancestry as our family. He was adopted as his adopted son and recorded in the family tree. To be closer.”
"This way he can help Guanyun more in the future."
Jiang Weiguo looked at Sun Zheran.
"Unlike your father, I have seven good sons with excellent talents. Among all my sons, only Guan Yun is slightly talented in cooking. I have accepted so many apprentices, and before I accept Maocai, you are the only one." The registered disciples are the most talented." Sun Zheran smiled bitterly, "You know Guan Yun's temperament best. Originally, I wanted you to stay in Treasure Collection Tower and help him in the future."
"I didn't expect you to get married and have children so quickly. In the blink of an eye, you have three sons. Since we can't count on you, we naturally have to count on others."
Jiang Weiguo frowned and hesitated for less than two or three seconds before speaking: "Sun Guanyun is not that bad."
"But I'm getting old."
"I didn't feel it a few years ago, but in the past two years I feel more and more old. My eyes can't see clearly, my strength is not as good as before, and even my sense of taste has begun to gradually deteriorate."
"It's a pity that Guanyun hasn't grown up yet."
Sun Zheran sighed.
Jiang Weiguo said no more and left the kitchen. (End of chapter)