Chapter 642: Myself in Memory
That night, Jiang Yong's family happily gathered around the coffee table in the living room and made dumplings all night.
Lin Juan is a semi-professional housewife, making dumplings is no problem. Jiang Yong, as the editor-in-chief of Zhiwei, also knows a lot about cooking, and the dumplings he makes are very beautiful, not to mention Jiang Weiming.
Jiang Xiaoran is the only rookie in the family.
The dumplings are made like pancakes.
It's still that soft cake.
For some reason, Jiang Feng's eyes suddenly became much kinder when he looked at Jiang Xiaoran.
The activity of making dumplings lasted until half past ten. After that, everyone washed up and went to bed. The originally lively room became quiet again, leaving only the calm night.
Jiang Feng had spent many dark nights like this in his memory and was very experienced. He didn't have the habit of spying on other people sleeping. He just sat quietly in the living room waiting for daytime to come as usual.
The only thing he didn't understand was why Jiang Xiaoran brought out two more apples after he had gone back to his room for half an hour. He sat on the dining table and ate the apple, then went back to the room to sleep.
Who did he learn this problem from?
Even though he was about to leave, Jiang Weiming got up early and made his last breakfast - clear soup noodles - at Jiang Yong's house.
Yes, it’s literally clear soup.
Jiang Weiming cooked a pot of noodles with the clear soup he cooked yesterday.
I don’t know if that ordinary bag of noodles bought from the supermarket for a few dollars will be frightened when it meets the clear soup in the pot.
Anyway, when Jiang Xiaoran was eating noodles, he wanted to bury his whole face in the bowl.
"Dad, there is another pot of soup in the refrigerator. What should I do with this pot of soup?" Lin Juan was taking the fruit from the refrigerator and preparing to wash some and put it in a fresh-keeping bag for Jiang Weiming and Jiang Xiaoran to eat on their faces, when she found that there was another pot of soup in the refrigerator. A basin of clear soup.
"I remember there are a few thermos cups at home. Let's put them in cups and take them over." Jiang Weiming said.
Then Jiang Xiaoran started rummaging through the cabinets to find a large thermos cup, and finally found the two large but ugly thermos cups that Jiang Feng saw behind him.
After packing their things, Jiang Xiaoran and Jiang Weiming headed to the train station carrying the luggage that Jiang Feng had seen on the street.
It wasn't until the two of them got on the train, put away their luggage and started to sleep that Jiang Feng realized belatedly that he was the one picking up people in Beiping.
Therefore, he will see himself in his memory.
Myself two months ago.
It's quite exciting to think about it.
With a nervous and excited heart, Jiang Feng swayed back and forth on the high-speed train, swaying from one car to that car, and then to the next car. When he reached the third carriage, he realized that his range of activities was surprisingly large this time.
In order to determine the scope of his activities, Jiang Feng began to walk down the carriage until he was four carriages away from where Jiang Weiming was before he was blocked by an air wall.
With this scope of movement, Jiang Feng could definitely wander around as much as he wanted, and basically didn't have to worry about being hit by a wall of air if he wasn't paying attention.
Then Jiang Feng started walking on the high-speed train, sometimes listening to the crying of children in this carriage, and sometimes listening to the quarrels of lovers in that carriage. When he got tired of hearing this, he went to the next carriage to watch TV with the passengers - this passenger was not wearing any The sound from the earphones was quite loud, and it was convenient for Jiang Feng to disturb others.
A few hours were spent walking like this. It was quite pleasant to take a walk and watch a drama in the car, but as soon as Jiang Feng got off the train, he started to feel inexplicably nervous.
Not for anything else, just because I am about to appear.
Jiang Feng followed Jiang Weiming.
Then Jiang Feng saw Wang Hao and himself next to Wang Hao.
How does it feel to see yourself face to face? Jiang Feng couldn't describe it. Anyway, it was very weird and wonderful. It felt like he was playing a holographic game in which he was the protagonist.
Although he has never played a holographic game, he doesn't know if he will be able to play a holographic game in his lifetime.
A living, smiling, talking, normal self with the same thinking stood opposite him, which made Jiang Feng unable to stop staring at him.
Then he found a little soup stain on his collar, probably from lunch.
The shoes were dusty and had a few obvious black marks, probably from someone stepping on them.
Jiang Feng had no time to pay attention to Jiang Weiming. His eyes were always following him. Anyway, he had experienced all this personally and he knew what would happen next.
The only thing that was a bit difficult was squeezing into the car. There were four people in the car, Jiang Weimin, Jiang Xiaoran, Wang Hao and Jiang Feng in his memory. There was really no room for Jiang Feng to squeeze in, unless he floated in the air, got into the trunk or climbed on the roof of the car. .
Between getting into the trunk and climbing on the roof of the car, Jiang Feng finally chose to climb on the roof of the car. He had experience in climbing on the roof of a car, but it was not like he had never climbed before. Jiang Weiming had a lot of luggage, and it took everyone a lot of time to put the luggage in the trunk. This also gave Jiang Feng enough time to climb on the roof of the car.
Since being able to enter his memory, Jiang Feng's strange experiences have increased a lot.
From the perspective of a bystander, Jiang Feng discovered many things that he had not discovered before by re-looking at the things he had personally experienced.
Jiang Xiaoran would always look at the thermos cup unconsciously. When Jiang Feng asked Jiang Weiming what was in the thermos cup in his memory, Jiang Xiaoran would show a trace of the pride of an insider.
Also, Chen Suhua actually bought pastries from Babaozhai that day, but Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Zaide ate them one by one before Jiang Feng entered the living room.
Jiang Feng was not interested in listening to everyone's discussions and speculations about the top-floor restaurant again, and followed Jiang Weiming into the kitchen.
The old man was also in the kitchen, cutting meat. When he saw Jiang Weiming coming, he raised his head and said something to him, then lowered his head and started cutting meat. He didn't speak until Jiang Weiming unscrewed the thermos cup and poured out the clear soup inside.
"Third brother, what are you..." The cold clear soup had no taste. The old man looked at it for a while before he was sure, "clear soup?"
"Yes." Jiang Weiming smiled and nodded, "I still had some leftover from yesterday, so I brought it over in a thermos. Have you bought the chicken I asked you to buy this morning?"
"It's all done in that basin." The old man pointed to the basin on the kitchen counter, "You want to make chicken bean curd?"
Jiang Weiming nodded and started making chicken minced meat.
If you want to make chicken bean curd that looks real, you must be very careful when pounding the chicken to avoid any particles. Be sure to pound the chicken mince into something that doesn't look like chicken velvet, but is fine enough. The finer the minced chicken is, the more relaxed it will be when stirred with egg white later.
Although this is also a troublesome and meticulous job, it is definitely nothing compared to the previous preparation of clear soup. Besides, Jiang Weiming was not the only one in the kitchen now. The old man also helped pound the chicken mince for a while.
The two brothers were cooking and talking about home cooking, which gave Jiang Feng the illusion that it was not difficult to make chickpea pudding, as long as this and this were enough.
Just two minutes after the chickpea pudding came out of the pot, while Jiang Weiming was still dividing bowls and serving it, Professor Li came in smelling the smell.
"What are you doing? It's so fragrant. I can smell it from a long way away." Professor Li said with a smile. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the chickpea flowers on the cooking table, but then he reacted randomly.
"Chickpea blossoms?"
"Yes." Jiang Weiming nodded, put the chickpea pudding in the food box, and left with the food box.
"There's still more in the pot, serve it yourself." The old man was a man of action, so he started to serve himself a bowl of chickpea pudding.
"I heard from a friend that this chicken tofu pudding is like eating chicken and not seeing the chicken. It looks exactly like ordinary tofu pudding. I never believed it. I have eaten this dish before, but it was just similar. You can still tell it apart. , now it seems that I have less knowledge." Professor Li sighed and filled a bowl for himself.
"It's not that they have little knowledge, it's that no one is willing to do it now." The old man said, "There were only a few people who could do it. It would take a whole day to make this thing. If you have that kind of time and energy, you can do it even if you jump over the wall." Who wants to do this?”
"That is to say, Third Brother is willing to take advantage of my little brats."
Jiang Feng, the little brat who got one of the advantages:...
Jiang Weiming came back within two minutes. The old man wanted to help him scoop out the remaining chickpeas in the pot, but Jiang Weiming shook his head and refused, using the same words as when he refused Jiang Feng later.
My sense of taste has deteriorated, it’s not necessary.
Jiang Feng noticed that after Jiang Weiming said that, the old man seemed very unhappy, as if he had something to say but held it back at the end.
Then Jiang Feng came in.
Jiang Feng watched the exact same plot again that he had personally experienced, and listened to the exact same words Jiang Weiming said to him.
After all, Jiang Feng himself felt that his lie about coming to see if anyone in the kitchen needed help when he first came in was quite clumsy. No wonder the old man looked disgusted.
Sure enough, excellent actors will discover their shortcomings and make progress only after watching their own performances repeatedly.
The plot quickly progressed to the memory where Jiang Feng put the last bit of chickpeas in the pot and handed the bowl to Jiang Weiming.
Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Weiming.
Jiang Weiming was looking at Jiang Feng with a smile, just like every elder who smiles as he watches his favorite junior eat.
Jiang Feng handed the bowl to Jiang Weiming, who was stunned for a moment.
Jiang Weiming rarely has such obvious mood swings that can be seen at a glance, which shows that Jiang Weiming really did not expect Jiang Feng's move.
"Grandpa San, even if you can't taste it, but this is the dish you worked so hard to make, you should eat it. You are the chef who made this dish. If it's a waste for you to eat, then we are really a waste." ”
Jiang Weiming's expression returned to its previous smiling state, but there seemed to be some other emotions hidden in his eyes.
Not moved, not happy.
There is a bit of emotion, a bit of understanding, and a bit of relief.
“@*&%#……”
Jiang Feng could no longer listen to his own words and the old man's words. He kept staring at Jiang Weiming as if he had never seen Jiang Weiming before. He kept staring without daring to blink.
He was afraid of missing Jiang Weiming's emotional changes that were difficult to detect in the first place.
After experiencing everything he had experienced again, Jiang Feng discovered that his reaction was actually slower than he thought.
"Eat!" The old man's extremely loud words frightened Jiang Feng.
Jiang Weiming smiled.
Jiang Feng once thought that this smile was helpless, because at that time, it seemed to him that Jiang Weiming was a little happy at the urging of the three of them, but also had a little helplessness to eat chickpeas.
But now, looking at it again from the perspective of a real bystander, Jiang Feng realized that Jiang Weiming's smile was a look of helpless relief and joy.
This emotion is a bit complicated, so complicated that it goes beyond Jiang Feng's vocabulary.
If he was forced to describe it, Jiang Feng felt that Jiang Weiming's smile was a bit like the smile of someone who has attained enlightenment and achieved immortality.
It's like a practitioner who, after being troubled by something for decades, suddenly realizes, understands, and sees through it. Finally, he gets what he wants and ascends. After everything becomes clear, he reveals what he knows and what he should do. It's a smile that I can't describe what I feel like.
"I'll eat it." Jiang Weiming put down the bowl and took a big spoonful.
Entrance.
Jiang Feng couldn't see him clearly, nor could he see himself clearly.
He left the memory. (End of chapter)