Chapter 771 Four Pieces of Paper
After getting two memories in one breath, Jiang Feng suddenly lost interest in eating and just wanted to see the freshly baked memories. When he went to the dining room, the three of them had not yet started eating, and were staring at the dishes on the table, as if they had already chosen the target they were about to attack.
"Why don't you eat?" Jiang Feng asked with a smile. He wasted a lot of time just touching things and washing his hands.
"Brother, you work so hard to cook. I must wait until you come to eat together!" Jiang Junlian said immediately.
Jiang Feng's eyes suddenly became moist. What a good cousin. Even though he knew she was telling lies, he still felt very touched.
Jiang Feng, who was very moved, picked up his chopsticks and gave Jiang Juanlian a large piece of braised pork, and said with a smile: "Eat more, let's start dinner."
The three of them immediately started eating.
Jiang Feng went downstairs in the morning and ate a pancake and a bowl of noodle soup. Now he didn't feel hungry at all. He tasted every dish on the table except the braised pork. Although he is now good at cooking and the food he makes tastes good, he still feels that it is not very tasty.
How should I put it? It was obvious that he was challenging Western food today, but none of the dishes tasted like Western food.
Maybe it's because I eat with chopsticks instead of knives and forks.
"Brother, this apple roast chicken you made is really delicious!" Jiang Junlian was halfway through eating and felt it was time to show off her talent.
"Yes, yes, I think the scrambled eggs on the side are also delicious. They are especially delicious when packed in egg shells. The fried fish is also delicious." Jiang Junqing agreed.
Ji Xia didn't have the habit of praising the delicious food while eating, but since Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing both praised her, she just followed the local customs and randomly found a dish to praise.
“The braised pork is delicious.”
Jiang Feng:...
Who would have thought? Among the three people, only Ji Xia, who seemed the most perfunctory, praised the right dish.
Halfway through the meal, Zhang Guanghang replied to Jiang Feng's message. Jiang Feng put down his chopsticks and began to have sex with Zhang Guanghang, gradually forgetting to eat.
Zhang Guanghang told Jiang Feng that the things Ji Xia cleaned up were indeed basically useless waste. If Jiang Feng was willing to help throw them away, he could just keep the small tin box with the note.
As for the snuff bottle Jiang Junqing found that looked like it was made of jade, it was actually a relatively high-end imitation. At that time, Xia Mubing thought it was a treasure and bought it at a high price. After having it appraised by someone, he found that he had been cheated and was reluctant to throw it away. He threw it into the warehouse and ignored it in a rage and then forgot about it. Unexpectedly, he kept it until today.
Zhang Guanghang told Jiang Feng that Jiang Junqing could take it away if he liked it. That thing was actually worthless, and if he sold it now, it would only cost ten to twenty thousand yuan at most.
In response, Jiang Feng, whose bank card, Alipay and WeChat balances totaled less than 20,000 yuan, shed tears of poverty.
Because of that snuff bottle, Zhang Guanghang suddenly started chatting. He told Jiang Feng that in fact, there were many highly imitated cultural relics like snuff bottles in those two warehouses. They were all things that Xia Mubing was angry at but could not bear to throw away. . When antique cultural relics were being speculated back then, Xia Mubing followed the trend and bought a lot. However, because he was not very knowledgeable and had no experience in this area, he was deceived. The things in the warehouse were all handed over by Xia Mubing back then. IQ tax.
Jiang Feng could only say that it was a good thing that we now have a legal society. Otherwise, if Xia Mubing was young, the swindlers would have defrauded him of his life and spent money.
While chatting, Jiang Feng suddenly remembered that the knife that brought out memories might be unusual. After all, objects that can bring out memories have a memorable memory.
Jiang Feng: By the way, Xia Xia also found a knife, which was covered with rust. I think the style of that knife is quite special, it doesn’t look like an ordinary knife, and it looks quite old. Do you want me to keep it for you?
Zhang Guanghang:?
Zhang Guanghang: Take the photo and show it to me. I didn’t pay attention just now.
Jiang Feng took a look at the food on the table and saw that they were already half-eaten. He said, "You guys eat first while I go find something to eat" and walked straight towards the warehouse.
He placed the rusty knife alone in the corner. Jiang Feng walked over and squatted on the ground to take five consecutive photos of the knife, and sent them all to Zhang Guanghang.
Zhang Guanghang studied for a long time but couldn't figure out the reason. In his opinion, this was just an ordinary rusty and useless knife that could be thrown away, and he really didn't have much impression. But Jiang Feng said that again, so he asked Jiang Feng to keep the knife first.
Finally, Zhang Guanghang specially told Jiang Feng to put the tin box in the kitchen cabinet and he would go back to get it in the evening.
Only then did Jiang Feng really become interested in this tin box.
If the box contained neat notes, he might think it was a box full of memories, but the box clearly contained scraps of manuscript paper that had been crumpled and then spread out. It was really... I don’t see how the waste paper inside can hold any good memories.
But Zhang Guanghang actually said that, so Jiang Feng did as he was told, taking the tin box into the kitchen and preparing to put it into the first and most conspicuous cabinet for bulk ingredients.
The moment he was about to close the cabinet door, Jiang Feng couldn't hold back his curiosity. Although he felt that it was not a good idea to do so, he still took out the tin box again and wanted to open it to see what the pieces of waste paper inside were. different.
After opening the box, Jiang Feng was surprised to find that he actually understood the French text on it.
It was like watching a subtitle made by a translation team that made the subtitles very realistic. The French text that was originally incomprehensible on the paper seemed to have a string of Chinese translations underneath it, allowing Jiang Feng to easily understand the words above.
Jiang Feng was stunned for a while before he realized that this was the buff of Saffron Chicken.
A French buff that looks useless, but actually plays a small role in this situation.
Although I understood it, the words on the paper were still confusing.
The first one says to make a cream cake.
The second one says to write a hymn.
The third chapter says to take a group photo.
The fourth picture is garbled.
Chapter 4 was very short, so short that it didn’t even form a sentence. Jiang Feng thought that maybe Zhang Guanghang had written two or three words but didn’t write them down at that time, so it became gibberish.
Judging from the first three pieces of paper alone, it feels like what is written on these papers is the homework of a foreign primary school student.
Don't ask why it is homework for foreign primary school students. The popular science articles that Jiang Feng read when he was studying made him feel that the homework for foreign primary school students was very magical. Either making windmills or picking potatoes, doing everything except homework.
Jiang Feng couldn't see any need to keep these pieces of paper in a special way.
In his opinion, these were just a few pieces of paper with very ordinary writing on them. What was written on them was neither hopes nor dreams. It felt like they were just a few simple plans, small things that could be easily accomplished. Even the writing paper felt like the kind of simple and cheap draft paper that Jiang Feng basically used when he was a child to write homework and drafts.
Jiang Junqing, Jiang Juanlian and Ji Xia are still eating, and the three of them will definitely not come to the kitchen in a short time.
Jiang Feng became even more curious after reading these pieces of paper. He originally planned to read the memories alone at home after returning in the afternoon, but now he really couldn't wait any longer, so he stood in the kitchen and clicked on the properties panel. , find [A Memory of Zhang Guanghang] and click Yes.
A fog.
Today I challenged myself to make grilled chicken breast and grilled beef brisket. After the grilling, I stared at the unknown object on the plate and couldn't bear to eat it, so I invited my dear roommate to help me taste it. However, she had eyes and was a normal person, so she didn't dare to speak.
Now that outstanding piece of art is still lying in the refrigerator.
(End of chapter)