Chapter 774 Gift (3) (4000)
What happened next was boring. Jiang Feng had seen too many people sleeping in his memory and had no interest in admiring the handsome guy's sleeping posture.
Taking advantage of Zhang Guanghang's sleep, Jiang Feng tested his range of activities this time. It was not very large, only five or six meters, which could barely penetrate the wall. With such a small range of activities, Jiang Feng was destined not to walk around while Zhang Guanghang was sleeping, so he could only look at Zhang Guanghang's bookshelf.
In fact, Zhang Guanghang's room is quite modern. From a current perspective, it looks like a normal child's room from more than ten years ago, with a bed, desk, bookshelf, and wardrobe. Except that the room is a bit bigger, it is similar to other children's rooms. There is no difference.
The books on Zhang Guanghang's bookshelf are basically all in French, and the Chinese books are those that make people have headaches and don't want to turn down the pages. I don't know why he can read them, such as "The Doctrine of the Mean", "The Analects of Confucius", and "The Book of Changes". Among the books that Jiang Feng could understand, the only one that made Jiang Feng feel normal was "Historical Records".
If this "Historical Records" has annotations, it should still be read as a story book.
In addition to these puzzling books, Zhang Guanghang's bookshelf also has many notebooks, sticky notes, various notebooks and stacked draft papers. It is very clean and tidy, so tidy that it doesn't look like a person who does it every day. A desk that a normal child who wants to do homework should have.
Jiang Feng vaguely remembered that when he was cleaning up his desk after graduating from high school, he accidentally dug out a package of hairy squid slices that had been missing for a year under nearly half a meter of draft paper and exercise books.
When Zhang Guanghang finally woke up, Jiang Feng was so bored that he started counting the stains on the wall.
Zhang Guanghang started to do his homework after waking up. After writing for almost an hour, Xia Mubing came in to check on his study progress. In fact, Xia Mubing couldn't understand anything just like Jiang Feng. The way he checked the progress was to judge how many words Zhang Guanghang had written. As long as he felt that he had written enough words and the progress was OK.
Jiang Feng could only lament that it was not easy for Zhang Guanghang to live such a normal life.
After finishing my homework, it was almost time for the evening business. There were the same four tables of customers at night as at noon, and even the dishes ordered were very different. Compared with the relatively simple lunch and dinner, which is relatively rich, there is a dish of braised chicken with mushrooms.
Two people can't finish a whole chicken. Zhang Guanghang has a large appetite as he grows older, but it is only a normal appetite for people of the same age. Xia Mubing put the remaining half of a plate of mushroom and chicken stew in the refrigerator, indicating that Zhang Guanghang could watch TV. Only then did Jiang Feng realize that Zhang Guanghang didn't seem to have any entertainment activities during the day.
He didn't know how it was in the morning, but based on previous memories, Zhang Guanghang should have accompanied Xia Mubing to buy groceries in the morning. He spent the whole day either practicing cooking or studying, and only watched TV in the evening. Such a familiar life made Jiang Feng's eyes wet.
Isn't this the winter and summer vacation between his elementary school and junior high school!
The TV was in a special room. At this time, Jiang Feng had to complain. He had no idea what Xia Mubing's concept of house allocation and decoration was.
Logically speaking, there are only two people living in Fenyuan, so Xia Mubing and Zhang Guanghang's houses should be adjacent to each other. But this is not the case. The houses of Xia Mubing and Zhang Guanghang are at least fifty meters apart.
Apart from the normal furnishings in the main hall of Fenyuan's residences, which include bookshelves, decorations, tables, chairs and benches, the rest of the rooms are so weirdly decorated that it's hard to figure out what those rooms are used for. Maybe it’s just that the house is too big and there are too many rooms and I don’t know what to do with it, so I decorate something in this and that in, making it nondescript.
Some rooms only have cabinets, some rooms only have beds, some rooms are like warehouses, and some rooms are confusing.
For example, in the room where we watch TV, a room with an area of at least 40 square meters only has a table, two chairs and an old-style square TV. That table is not placed in front of the chairs, that table is used to place the TV.
After watching TV, Zhang Guanghang washed up and went to bed, while Xia Mubing went back to the room to make a phone call - Xia Mubing had a mobile phone.
Xia Mubing likes to walk around when talking on the phone. As long as he talks on the phone long enough, he can even circle around Fenyuan. But this time the call didn't seem so pleasant. Jiang Feng heard Xia Mubing's roar from a long distance away. In order to hear clearly what he was yelling about, Jiang Feng deliberately walked to the place closest to Xia Mubing, half of his body was stuck in the wall before he could barely hear clearly.
"Fart, he is just a thirteen-year-old child. You let him accept it and understand what you do for food? In the past two years, he could eat candied haws and it would get stuck on his face. You let him accept it. When I returned to Peking, I found that everyone Even in my twenties, I can’t bear to die!”
Xia Mubing's voice suddenly startled Jiang Feng.
“I could cheat two years ago, so why can’t I cheat this year?”
"Can't you hide it? I can hide it from him even if I stay with him for ten months a year, but you adults can't hide it even for two months. What's wrong if I can't see him? You two are still alive and he can go back. When I see you? Don’t talk so much nonsense to me, I warn you not to say it.”
Jiang Feng couldn't hear the next words clearly because Xia Mubing cursed and walked away.
Jiang Feng could feel that in the long string of words just now, Xia Mubing had many curse words on his lips and swallowed them back. Jiang Feng knew what the final outcome of the negotiation was. Xia Mubing must have won.
Because after Xia Mubing finished the phone call, he went to Zhang Guanghang's room with a shameful face and told him that he would not have to go back to France in half a month. France had some temporary matters and decided to send his tutor directly to Peking. International business trip.
Zhang Guanghang asked Xia Mubin why, and Xia Mubin made up a random reason, saying that your aunt and uncle ate bad food and were sick and were hospitalized for surgery.
Zhang Guanghang believed this reason without any doubt. It can be seen that Zhang Guanghang is still very easy to deceive at this time, but it depends on who is deceiving him.
As Jiang Feng expected, after breakfast the next morning, Xia Mubing took Zhang Guanghang to buy groceries. Along the way, I also met other old men and women walking, all of whom lived nearby.
When they saw Zhang Guanghang, they all looked accustomed to it and did not show too much surprise. Those who have a less friendly relationship will just nod at the two of them as a greeting, while those who have a better relationship will say hello directly: "Hey, let's go shopping for groceries."
The vegetable market is still the same one I saw last time, except that there is no man selling candied haws at the door, but there is a candy seller. Xia Mubing saw a candy seller and asked Zhang Guanghang if he wanted to buy a candy seller. Zhang Guanghang shook his head in refusal.
When buying food, you still have to do whatever you want. There is no set goal. You just go around the market and buy whatever you see that is good. Whatever you buy is what the customers will eat at noon and evening today.
I don't know if it was because Xia Mubing came a little late today. He didn't like any of the fresh food. He just bought a few kilograms of pork and some vegetables as a token. In the end, he felt that there was too little food and there was nothing he could do about it, so Xia Mubing ordered six chickens from the chicken vendor and asked him to deliver them directly to Fenyuan later.
After buying the groceries, Xia Mubing carried the groceries and went home, but Zhang Guanghang was unwilling to do so. He pulled Xia Mubing's hand to signal him to stop, and reminded him: "Take pictures."
Only then did Xia Mubing remember that there was such a thing as taking pictures.
There wasn't much food anyway, so Xia Mubing just took the food and led Zhang Guanghang to the photo studio.
A very old photo studio. Jiang Feng felt that there should be photo studios everywhere in Beiping City at this time. It was not easy for Xia Mubing to find such an old photo studio. Just looking at the sign and the appearance inside the photo studio, Jiang Feng felt that this photo studio was almost the same as the one where Jiang Huiqin and Li Mingyi took their wedding photos, except that the camera was not the antique camera from back then.
The business of such an antique photo studio can be imagined.
The boss didn't expect a customer to come to the door so early in the morning. He seemed particularly enthusiastic and asked: "Old sir, are you bringing your grandson to take pictures with you?"
After saying this, the boss noticed that Zhang Guanghang was not a pure-blood Peiping child, and immediately praised him: "Oh, your grandson is still a mixed-race, he is really good-looking."
Xia Mubing was thinking about other things and didn't pay attention to what the boss said: "Take a group photo."
"Do you want to change clothes? We have retro style gowns and suits in the store. If you change clothes, you only need to add 20 yuan, which is much cheaper than other photo studios." The boss enthusiastically promoted, "It's just that you two came too early. The makeup artist hasn’t come yet, but you two don’t need to wear makeup. Your grandson looks so cute and looks great in any photo.”
Jiang Feng looked around the store. There were very few clothes in this store. At a glance, there were only about seven or eight pieces. There were also some low-quality props piled in the corner. There was no other person except the boss. Jiang Feng couldn't help but doubt the makeup artist he mentioned. Does it exist or not?
"There's no need to fix those fake things, just take a group photo." Xia Mubing said.
"Okay." The boss was still enthusiastic and led Xia Mubing and Zhang Guanghang to the place where the photos were taken. He pointed at the only chair among the props that looked high-quality and textured. "Do you think this is okay? You sit on the chair. Let your grandson stand on the side, it will look better in this photo.”
Xia Mubing looked at the chair and thought it was okay. He nodded in agreement. The boss quickly moved the chair over and motioned for Xia Mubing to sit on it.
Xia Mubing and Zhang Guanghang decided on their positions and postures. The boss raised the camera in a professional-looking posture. He was about to take a photo when he felt something was wrong. He looked at Xia Mubing and Zhang Guanghang and put down the camera.
"Old man, please smile a little. Your expression is too serious. Look how happy your grandson is smiling. Smile a little and be gentle." The boss said.
Xia Mubing forced a kind smile.
Perhaps because she was a little nervous about taking pictures, Xia Mubing's smile turned out to be uglier than crying, and her kind smile became a core kindness.
Boss:......
"You should keep the same expression as before. It's good to be more dignified."
Xia Mubing:?
Xia Mubing immediately put away his smile, returning to his dull expression with a hint of seriousness.
Zhang Guanghang still had a bright smile with a hint of silly sweetness on his face. Coupled with his cute face with a hint of handsome boyishness, Jiang Feng deeply felt that the current Lao Zhang was really tall. Disabled.
If Zhang Guanghang could still maintain his cute yet handsome face, why would Tai Feng Tower have no business? All you need to do is send Lao Zhang outside to make Teppanyaki, and take the time to look up and smile at the customers while you are cooking, and Tai Feng House will feel like you are still a guest...
Wait, why not send Lao Zhang to make Teppanyaki?
Jiang Feng fell into deep thought.
While Jiang Feng was deep in thought, the photos were taken and Xia Mubing paid all the money.
The boss told Xia Mubing that he could come and pick up the photos in the afternoon. Xia Mubing nodded, carried the vegetables, and led Zhang Guanghang toward Fenyuan again.
On the way, Zhang Guanghang couldn't help but asked out of curiosity: "Master, is this your first time taking photos?"
"It was filmed before." Xia Mubing said.
"Why are there no photos at home?"
Xia Mubing glanced at him: "I took a family photo many years ago, but it was later burned down."
Zhang Guanghang stopped talking.
Today is Xia Mubing’s birthday, but Xia Mubing has no intention of celebrating her birthday. It’s time to open the business and work. Even lunch is not rich because of the birthday. What she eats is simple stir-fry and yesterday’s The leftover chicken stew with mushrooms from the evening.
After lunch, Zhang Guanghang did not go back to his room to sleep. Instead, he pestered Xia Mubing to make him a pie.
"Pie?" Xia Mubing was suddenly alert, as if he had returned to the fear of being dominated by saffron chicken, "What pie?"
“Apple pie!”
Xia Mubing:? ? ?
Jiang Feng could even read Xia Mubing's thoughts.
What the hell are you French people doing? You have nothing to use for cooking, so why are you trying to get into trouble with apples?
"Can you do it?" Xia Mubing asked.
Zhang Guanghang really knows how to make apple pie. This is a very simple home-cooked dessert, not difficult at all. But the problem now is that there is no oven in Fenyuan, so Zhang Guanghang can't cook it, so he wants Xia Mubing to do it. In Zhang Guanghang's opinion, the master is omnipotent. Even without an oven, he can definitely make something similar to apple pie.
Xia Mubing:……
No, I can't.
The apprentice was so generous, and Xia Mubing felt that if she didn't do it, she would be a bit disappointed in her apprentice's expectations. He asked carefully what exactly an apple pie was, and finally concluded that it was an apple pie.
Still a thick-skinned scone.
The apple pie Zhang Guanghang described was a large pie in a round plate. Jiang Feng felt that it was difficult to make that kind of pie with other kitchen utensils besides the oven. If it's a rectangular thin-crust pie like the one sold by KFC, you might be able to fool it by frying it yourself in a pot.
Xia Mubing started to have some troubles.
He can make scones, but all he makes are meat-filled scones. Now if he is asked to make apple-filled scones, he is only afraid that Zhang Guanghang will not dare to eat them if he can't make them.
"You asked me to study." Xia Mubing left these words and asked Zhang Guanghang to go back to the house to sleep. After waking up, he would do his homework. He stayed in the kitchen and struggled with the apples, studying how to make this thick-skinned apple scone. How to do it. (End of chapter)