Chapter 864 What do you really want
"No, no, this is absolutely not possible. There has never been such a reason. The craftsmanship is inherited from family. How can we communicate casually? I don't need you, and don't come to me again."
Before the fog cleared, Jiang Feng heard a series of words full of rejection.
"Master Peng, Master Peng..."
The fog cleared.
Jiang Feng saw Jiang Chengde, who was slightly younger than the last time he remembered, being pushed out by a middle-aged man who looked familiar, but overall very strange and must have never been seen before.
Jiang Feng was at the door of Yonghe Residence. He was standing inside the door with a middle-aged man he had never seen before. Jiang Chengde had just been pushed out of the door.
Jiang Feng took two tentative steps outside and found that he couldn't get out. This was the bad memory of Zhaizi becoming a spirit, and his range of activities was too limited.
"Master Peng, please think about it again." Jiang Chengde's posture was very low, and he seemed to be asking for help.
The man known as Master Peng, who was suspected to be Peng Changping's grandfather, waved his hands decisively with an impossible look on his face: "Impossible, there is no need to consider this matter."
"Xiao Jiang, I appreciate you very much. We discuss everything, but this matter is not discussed. Not only is there no discussion here, I tell you, you will never find anyone in the entire city of Beiping who will agree with your idea, Tian Fang Ye Tan, don’t even think about it!”
Very decisive.
Master Peng closed the door of Yonghe Residence with a "bang", shut Jiang Chengde out, and walked to the kitchen without looking back.
"Dad, we are not open for business today? This... has Boss Lu agreed to the closing?" Peng Changping's father, the younger version of Master Peng whom Jiang Feng had seen in the kitchen before, timidly poked his head out of the kitchen. Head, whispered.
Master Peng:......
"Go and open the door." Old Master Peng left these words angrily, patted his pants and entered the kitchen.
Master Peng could only silently walk to the door and reopen the door.
Jiang Chengde was still outside the door. The two of them looked at each other, and the atmosphere was indescribably awkward.
"Master Jiang, my father won't agree. You should go back first. Tai Feng Building will be open for business as usual today, right?" Master Peng persuaded him kindly.
Jiang Chengde, who had been rejected, looked a little depressed. This was the first time Jiang Feng saw his always calm, serious, and even somewhat dull great grandfather showing such an expression.
"Master Xiao Peng, do you think my idea is wrong?" Jiang Chengde was not only frustrated, but also a little confused.
"I can't say." Master Peng forced a smile, "I actually heard what you said to my father just now. It is indeed a fantasy. There has never been such a precedent."
"But I think it might be a good way." Master Peng smiled, "It's just that it's impossible here in my family. Our two families are in such similar situations. How can we pass on family skills to outsiders? You don't worship me. My father is a teacher. And I think you are pretty good at cooking now. You can just practice your own. There is no need to learn other dishes.”
"What are you doing outside, you little brat? How long have you been keeping the door open? Why don't you come in and help me? Do you want to tire your father and me to death?" Old Master Peng's yelling came from the kitchen at the back. .
"My dad urged me and I won't tell you anymore. Really, if you really want to do this, try another place. My dad will definitely not agree. Don't come here again." After saying this, Master Peng hurried back He left the kitchen, leaving Jiang Chengde standing at the door of Yonghe Residence.
Jiang Chengde stood at the door for a while and then left.
A fog.
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
Has Yongheju become forgetful as he gets older and can't even remember everything? What the hell is this?
If this was compared to a TV series, Jiang Feng felt that he had just watched the opening song and then lost it.
Then Jiang Feng realized that something was not right.
He's been in the fog.
Under normal circumstances, the fog entering the memory will be unstable, ranging from a few seconds to two or three minutes. The fog leaving the memory is usually very short, only seven or eight seconds at most.
He said that he had been in the fog for more than a minute and there was no sign of it dispersing. Instead, it was getting thicker and thicker.
Could this be forgetfulness, Alzheimer's disease, or the fire that burned Yongheju's brain back then, so his memory was confused?
Jiang Feng usually stood still in the room, but this time the fog was too weird, even weirder than Sun Maocai's memory last time, so Jiang Feng started to move around.
Then he heard the sound and walked in the direction of the sound. The sound became clearer and clearer. It was Jiang Chengde's voice.
"Master Peng, maybe I was too reckless yesterday. After I went back, I thought about it carefully. I think we can..."
The sound disappeared, as if it suddenly ran forward. Jiang Feng quickly accelerated his pace and walked forward, chasing the disappearing sound.
"Master Peng, if you are worried, we can start with communication. Yesterday I..."
Run again.
"Master Peng, I have a new idea here, take a look..."
continue.
"Master Peng, why don't you think about it..."
Don't stop.
"Master Peng..."
"..."
Jiang Feng felt that he was extremely tired. He began to breathe heavily, began to sweat, and began to feel labored. This was the first time in his memory that he had such a real feeling. Although he couldn't see anything in the fog, Jiang Feng felt that the process of running just now was like opening one door after another. In each door was Jiang Chengde's persuasion to Master Peng, one after another day after day. Every day, every run is the passage of time.
He had no way to judge the direction, couldn't see the way ahead clearly, and didn't even know how far he had run. He could only run forward based on his feelings, abandoning all judgments and relying entirely on his feelings to chase the intermittent words that he never finished. .
Finally, Jiang Feng felt that he couldn't run anymore.
The words he could hear were getting shorter and shorter. At first there might be complete sentences, but later they became half sentences, half sentences, half sentences, a few words, and in the end there were only a few trills that were not even words.
Jiang Feng stopped and took a deep breath.
He was so tired, he had never been so tired before, and he felt like he was going to lose his temper.
"Master Jiang, what do you want?" This was the voice of Peng Changping's father. In front, Jiang Feng staggered forward a few steps, his tired legs shaking.
But he kept walking forward, as if he was chasing something.
He didn't even know why he was still going forward.
He knew that what Jiang Chengde said to Master Peng was to pursue what he wanted in his heart, for communication, learning, and enlightenment.
But what is he doing for?
He was just a spectator. He couldn't even see. He could only listen, but not fully. In the fog, why was he running?
Jiang Feng felt that he must be after something, something inexplicable that had nothing to do with any of this.
"You said that this is not learning or asking for advice, but communication. You said that you would not sell any of the dishes you learned in Tai Feng Restaurant. You were willing to give Jiang's ginseng soup in exchange, but after learning, you said If you don’t know how to use it, why do you want to learn it?”
Jiang Feng was still walking forward.
"I don't know either." This was Jiang Chengde's voice.
“But I know I must learn, because only by learning can I know what I really want.”
Jiang Feng left his memory. (End of chapter)