The Game of Life-Chapter 630 - 628: Jiang Weiming’s Wish

Chapter 630 -628: Jiang Weiming’s Wish

Jiang Feng received a reply from Jiang Yong at past 10 p.m., and it was only after Jiang Weiming had gone to bed that Jiang Yong looked at his phone to send a message back to Jiang Feng.

Zhang Li had already arrived in Beiping and immediately took over most of Auntie Zhu’s duties, causing Auntie Zhu to feel an increased sense of crisis, wishing she could boil water 10 times a day and wipe the table 20 times.

Also, due to Zhang Li’s arrival, it was inconvenient for Jiang Yong to continue sharing a room and taking shifts with Jiang Weisheng, so Jiang Yong rented a small house next to Benevolent Doctor.

According to Jiang Yong, Jiang Weiming was in good spirits and had a good appetite at mealtimes. It was Jiang Weisheng who, for some reason, seemed listless after dinner and went to rest early; Jiang Yong guessed he might be too tired since he had been the busiest recently.

Jiang Feng and Jiang Yong chatted on WeChat until nearly midnight before ending their conversation. Now, Jiang Feng didn’t dare stay up late, especially since he had to go to Jubao Building early in the morning to guide Sun Jikai in thickening the sauce for Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon.

Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi stayed in FZ for a total of 5 days.

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That amount of time could be considered neither long nor short.

The old man was out early and returned late every day. During these few days, he visited several fellow disciples from his time at Jubao Building with whom he had slightly better relationships. At their age, each meeting could possibly be their last, and even if they were not that close before, a rare meeting could greatly improve their relationship.

Several old men met daily at teahouses and restaurants, happily bragging about their grandchildren and talking about everything under the sun, giving the old man who had no classmates and couldn’t participate in class reunions a taste of what it was like.

Another person who should have attended the gathering, Sun Maochai, was notably absent for special reasons that everyone knew about.

Sun Maochai returned to Hong Kong City on the third day after the funeral. Before leaving, he made a special trip to Jubao Building to add Sun Jikai’s WeChat. When he approached Sun Jikai, Jiang Feng happened to be there and shamelessly added his WeChat as well.

It’s not every day you get to add a big shot’s WeChat – take the chance when you can. The next time he’s in dire straits and can’t make an A-grade orange candy, he could just casually send Sun Maochai a private message, asking how to properly make exquisite orange candy.

By then, he could just pass the buck to Sun Jikai, saying it was Sun Jikai who told him to give it a try.

Speaking of Sun Jikai, Jiang Feng couldn’t help but utter a few curse words.

He remembered the arrogant and punchable expression on Sun Jikai’s face when he first saw him at the Good Taste cooking competition – a look that screamed “I’m the best in the world; I am the true genius; with some effort, I am destined to become an overbearing leader.”

Maybe because his first impression of Sun Jikai was so fixed, Jiang Feng actually believed for a while that Sun Jikai had real talent in cooking.

But as it turned out, you wouldn’t know until you taught him; once you did, it gave you a shock. The guy’s talent was on par with his own; there wasn’t much to choose between them, both were mediocre, infuriatingly pecking at each other.

For the first time in his life, Jiang Feng understood what his grandfather felt inside when he scolded him during his cooking apprenticeship years.

To sum it up, it would be something like, “This? If he wasn’t my grandson, I would have smacked him to death.”

Jiang Feng was at least the grandson of Jiang Weiguo, but Sun Jikai was not his grandson, so Jiang Feng could only treat him as kindly as a grandson.

Jiang Feng wasn’t quite sure about the actual teaching outcomes since Sun Jikai hadn’t learned much. However, Sun Jikai said he had found a bit of the feeling, but whether he really found the feeling or was just being polite, Jiang Feng had no idea.

On the day Jiang Feng and the others were returning, Sun Jikai even went to the airport to see them off.

“If I have time, I’ll visit you in Beiping,” Sun Jikai said, stopping at the security checkpoint.

“That’s not necessary, just message me on WeChat if anything comes up; no need to make a special trip,” Jiang Feng politely responded.

“It’s just on the way. I’ll be in Beiping soon to discuss a partnership with Eight-treasure House, I’ll let you know when it’s scheduled,” Sun Jikai said with a smile.

“Discuss a partnership? With Eight-treasure House? What kind of partnership could you have with them? What’s there to talk about with Eight-treasure House?” Jiang Feng asked, his face full of question marks and his voice rising two notches.

Wu Minqi: …

Sometimes she really didn’t understand what Ling Guangzhao had done to offend their Fengfeng.

“It’s a partnership for pastries, didn’t you know?” Sun Jikai didn’t mind revealing this business secret to Jiang Feng since it had nothing to do with Taifeng Building, which was famously poor at making dim sum.

“Eight-treasure House recently reached a partnership agreement with a pastry producer in Gusu to mass-produce their signature desserts for sale in restaurants and online. Ling Guangzhao contacted us some time ago, it seems he wants to introduce a co-branded pastry line featuring famous restaurants from around the region, but Grandfather was seriously ill and hospitalized at the time, so we couldn’t deal with it.”

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“Didn’t he contact Wu Family Restaurant?” Sun Jikai asked Wu Minqi.

“We’re not very good at pastries either,” Wu Minqi said.

Sun Jikai nodded: “I heard Ling Guangzhao invested quite a bit of money in this, probably aiming for a big move. It’s an area he excels in, after all.”

Jiang Feng didn’t want to talk; just hearing someone praise Ling Guangzhao in front of him instinctively gave him a headache.

“It’s about time, let’s go,” the always silent old man said.

“Have a safe trip,” Sun Jikai said.

“See you next time,” Jiang Feng waved to Sun Jikai, then turned and started pulling his luggage to go through security.

“Oh right,” Sun Jikai called out to Jiang Feng, “I saw you messing around with orange candies in the kitchen these last few days. I couldn’t sleep last night so I went ahead and made some. They taste average, just a token of my thanks for your guidance these past few days. I’ll treat you to a meal when I get to Beiping.”

Jiang Feng accepted the small paper bag Sun Jikai handed over and said, “Thanks, but no need for a meal. When you come to Beiping, it should be me and Qiqi treating you.”

After speaking, Jiang Feng waved to Sun Jikai and lined up for the security check.

Even after going through security, there was still a wait, so Jiang Feng sat and browsed his friends’ circle for a while. Finding it boring – as everything feels when waiting for a flight or a train – he decided to open the little paper bag Sun Jikai had given him to have a piece of candy.

Upon opening it, Jiang Feng found that Sun Jikai had actually cut all the candies into small pieces and wrapped them in paper, making them look a bit like those sold outside.

Jiang Feng could only say that a learned skill makes a difference.

Look at this packaging; Sun Jikai obviously hadn’t slacked off in his efforts to impress his girlfriend.

“Qiqi, want a piece?” Jiang Feng offered the paper bag to Wu Minqi.

“Is this really made by Sun Jikai himself?” Wu Minqi asked, somewhat doubtful as she pointed at the candy in the bag, “It looks quite exquisite.”

“He seems to have studied this specially when he was studying abroad, and perhaps he learned packaging along the way,” Jiang Feng said, pulling back the candy wrapper and popping the candy into his mouth.

The sweetness was quite intense, but the orange flavor was a bit faint, and the candy was slightly hard, clearly not well blended.

“It’s pretty tasty, feels just like the ones sold outside,” Wu Minqi said with a candy in her mouth.

Jiang Feng nodded, although the orange flavor was a little faint, the texture was quite good, really smooth, without any graininess or roughness.

Wait, very smooth.

Jiang Feng got so excited that he swallowed the candy, and if he hadn’t picked a smaller piece, Wu Minqi might have had to call emergency services for him.

But even in the moment of swallowing, Jiang Feng’s thought was still, wow, this candy is really smooth.

There wasn’t a grainy texture even when swallowing it.

It truly achieved what a certain chocolate ad claimed, “Enjoy the smoothness.”

Then, Jiang Feng’s phone vibrated, and when he checked it, it was a lengthy message from Sun Jikai.

Sun Jikai had transcribed the entire process of making candy from last night, in great detail, and sent it to Jiang Feng.

Sun Jikai: Although the candy I make doesn’t taste as good as what you’ve made these past few days, if you’re really interested in improving the texture of your candy, you might want to try my method.

Jiang Feng set down his phone, exhaling a breath full of emotion.

“What’s up?” Wu Minqi asked.

“I think I owe Sun Jikai a huge favor,” Jiang Feng said with a laugh.

“Well, you could teach him how to thicken sauces then. Even after you go back to Beiping, you could do video tutorials,” Wu Minqi said as she grabbed another piece of candy.

“Right, I haven’t asked you yet, how’s your teaching coming along these two days?”

“I don’t know, he said he’s found a bit of a feeling, but I’m not sure if it’s the real thing or just an illusion,” Jiang Feng said, “Things like this are unpredictable; if you get stuck down a dead-end, it can be hard to find your way out.”

“He’ll get out,” Sir’s voice suddenly sounded from behind Jiang Feng, startling him with a jolt, as he turned to find that Sir had been sitting behind him without him knowing.

“Huh?”

“He and his grandfather are the same sort of stubborn. Even if he goes down a dead-end, he won’t turn back, but will drill through the wall to get out,” Sir said, “Give me one.”

“Huh?” Jiang Feng was baffled.

Sir didn’t speak but fixed Jiang Feng with a look that clearly demanded one of the candies he was holding.

Jiang Feng hurriedly grabbed a piece of candy from the bag and handed it to Sir.

“Ding, you’ve received a piece of Jiang Weiguo’s memory.”

Huh?

[Jiang Weiming’s Wish]: As a father who failed, Jiang Weiming has been filled with remorse for his overindulgence and favoritism over the years. Accordingly, as a successful mentor, he is also worried about his apprentice’s lack of insight and accomplishments. Having gone through a serious illness, Jiang Weiming’s biggest wish now is to see his son and apprentice become accomplished and happy. Although you can’t bring happiness, you can help with accomplishment. Please help fulfill Jiang Weiming’s wish, one person will suffice. Task progress (0/1)

Task Reward: Unknown.

This task seems to have three options, but in actuality, Jiang Feng only has one choice, and that’s Jiang Weisheng.

What Jiang Feng couldn’t understand was what kind of shock Granduncle Weiming had experienced during the time he was squeezing in the elevator that he would come up with such a wish, especially when he hadn’t even seen Granduncle Weiming’s face when the task appeared.

When Jiang Feng left the restroom, Jiang Weisheng had already brought up the meal, quite a feast, four dishes and one soup for three people, with two meat and two vegetable dishes.

“Feng, do you want to try this stir-fried chicken gizzard? It’s particularly delicious today!” Jiang Weisheng said cheerfully.

Jiang Feng walked over to the cupboard, casually picked up a pair of chopsticks, then moved to the table to pick up a piece of stir-fried chicken gizzard and tasted it. The flavor was average, but considering Jiang Weisheng’s usual level, it was a decent performance.

While eating the chicken gizzards, Jiang Feng glanced over at Jiang Weiming. Jiang Weiming was intently eating, occasionally looking up at the TV, living like a 9-year-old at the ripe old age of 99.

Jiang Feng was about that age when he used to sit in front of the TV for meals like this (when Jiang Jiankang was cooking).

Measuring the distance between himself and Jiang Weiming, Jiang Feng asked softly, “Mr. Jiang, is Granduncle Weiming in a good mood today?”

“Yes, he is. He’s not seen this drama before, and the plot’s really captivating. He watched it all morning in bed without going out for a walk. I’ve got to urge him to go outside this afternoon; watching TV all day isn’t good,” Jiang Weisheng said. Then he turned to Jiang Yong and asked, “Jiang Yong, when will you go pack up your stuff?”

“I’ll probably go pack around 2:30, as I have to leave by 3 at the latest,” Jiang Yong replied.

“Uncle Jiang Yong, my mom asked me to bring some things for you. I’ll take you to the airport this afternoon. There might be quite a bit, so I can help you carry them,” Jiang Feng offered.

“Thank you, Feng,” Jiang Yong said with a smile, accepting the offer.

The atmosphere was very harmonious, yet Jiang Feng was somewhat puzzled.

Such a happy scene, where did Granduncle Weiming’s wish come from?

Unknown to Jiang Feng, as he had exited the elevator, several people had arrived in Beiping.

People who were not very welcome.