The Game of Life-Chapter 633 - 631 Tender Beef in Five Directions
Chapter 633 -631 Tender Beef in Five Directions
Jiang Yanlu and Jiang Zhe came to the hospital for unknown reasons. The Jiang Family members would probably never find out. Jiang Shoucheng, known as the legendary ‘Benevolent Doctor’ who ended hospital disturbances, was one of the nurses’ most admired doctors, fully aware of how to resolve such incidents within the confines of the law.
No matter how difficult or unreasonable the person, or how unwilling to listen to advice, Jiang Shoucheng had a way to calm them down. They would obediently receive his guidance and eventually break down in tears, regretting their actions. Those wishing to cause trouble would inquire about Jiang Shoucheng’s schedule and pick a time when he was off duty to start their disturbance.
By the time Jiang Jiandang, Jiang Jianye, and Jiang Jianshe rushed to the hospital, Jiang Yanlu and Jiang Zhe had already fled shamefully, and Jiang Weisheng had returned from the emergency room.
Jiang Weisheng wasn’t seriously hurt, just overly excited when kicking Jiang Zhe, he strained his muscle from exerting too much force, and resting for a few days without vigorous exercise would heal it.
Although he strained his thigh muscle, Jiang Weisheng was quite happy, even feeling a tinge of regret for not finding the opportunity to kick Jiang Yanlu. He had wanted to beat up this father and son for many years and wondered how many more he would have to wait for another chance.
For his late-arriving brothers, the eldest brother, Jiang Jianguo, gave them a profound critique and ideological education. Eager to eat but not to help when needed clearly indicated an issue with their mentality.
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Jiang Yong had originally planned to fiercely scold Jiang Yanlu, but before he had a chance to call, the airport called Jiang Yanlu to collect his luggage instead.
As for Jiang Weiming, perhaps it was because the TV drama was really captivating, he watched it throughout the whole ordeal, which even made Jiang Feng unable to resist joining the TV watchers, forgetting his purpose for being there today.
After an episode ended, Jiang Weiming finally found time to speak, “Weisheng, I’m a bit hungry. Could you make me something to eat?”
“Master, what would you like to eat? I have some beef, pork belly, tenderloin, onions, bok choy, some chili, and a few tomatoes left from the groceries I bought this morning. Oh, and half a cucumber and a small bunch of celery. The doctor said you can basically eat anything now. How about I make you beef with chili, stir-fried bok choy, then go to the supermarket to buy a couple of eggs to make you scrambled eggs with onions, and a tomato egg soup? How does that sound?” Jiang Weisheng became instantly invigorated, as if eager to rush into the kitchen and prepare a sumptuous feast for Jiang Weiming.
If he knew how.
Jiang Feng: ?
Did Jiang Weisheng have a slight misunderstanding about making something to eat?
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Jiang Weiming chuckled, “No need to go to such trouble. Just use whatever ingredients we have left to make something simple, or even just boil some noodles. I’m just a bit hungry, not needing a full meal. Aren’t we dining later tonight?”
“Jianguo, Jiandang, Jiankang, Jianye, Jianshe, go back to your affairs. They… probably won’t come back again.” Jiang Weiming said, attempting to get out of bed to walk outside with the help of the wall, as Zhang Li hurriedly came over to assist him.
Unbeknownst to Jiang Weiming, after escaping the hospital, Jiang Zhe was still not ready to give up. He found an excuse to ditch Jiang Yanlu and stake out Taifeng Building, only to run into the five brothers of Jiang Jiankang.
Just the sight of Jiang Jiankang and Jiang Jianguo was enough to scare Jiang Zhe witless, let alone the five brothers together. Jiang Zhe, thinking the others were there specifically to beat him, fled without even getting a good look at the faces of Jiang Jiandang and the other two brothers. He hurriedly booked the earliest train ticket and fled the city that held so many profound memories for him like a bat out of hell.
Jiang Weisheng left in high spirits, showing no signs that his thigh muscle had just been strained.
“Feng, if you’re free, you might want to watch him in the kitchen, otherwise…” Jiang Weiming said with a smile and a shake of his head, “I’m afraid I’ll end up having dinner early.”
Jiang Feng had been slightly worried that Jiang Weiming might be heartbroken because his son and grandson had made an unexplainable fuss in the ward. Although everyone knew they were no good, they were still Jiang Weiming’s flesh and blood, and it seemed impossible not to feel hurt by such a dramatic family incident.
But seeing Jiang Weiming now, not seeming overly distressed and not missing out on entertainment or dining, Jiang Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
“All right, Granduncle Weiming, I’ll go right now,” Jiang Feng agreed eagerly and went to the small kitchen to find Jiang Weisheng.
With that, the once-bustling ward suddenly became quiet, leaving only Mrs. Zhu to tidy up the bed.
Zhang Li accompanied Jiang Weiming for a walk downstairs.
The weather was nice today, and the sun felt warm and comforting on the skin. There were quite a few patients and their families also out for a stroll, some recognizing Jiang Weiming and smiling as they greeted him, wondering why he had taken so long to come out.
“Master Jiang, they say tolerance breeds a broad array of behaviors, and once our children and grandchildren grow up, they are beyond our control. Filial piety is of course virtuous, but if they are ungracious, don’t upset yourself over it. Jiang Yanlu isn’t worth a dime for not cherishing the privilege of being your son, but my Weisheng and I will show you filial piety in his stead. Your health has only just started improving; don’t let anger over him ruin your well-being,” Zhang Li spoke up.
Jiang Weiming paused, turning to look at Zhang Li.
Zhang Li smiled at Jiang Weiming, “Those grown men in that room can’t tell if you are genuinely indifferent or just pretending. Feng is indeed thoughtful and meticulous, but still too young to notice many things.”
“You’re still holding the toothpick in your hand. You probably didn’t pay much attention to the television just now, did you?”
It was then that Jiang Weiming realized that the toothpick he had used earlier to eat an apple was still clenched tightly in his right hand, completely unnoticed until Zhang Li mentioned it.
“After all, how could I not care about the child I raised with my own hands?” Jiang Weiming sighed deeply.
Hearing Jiang Weiming say this, Zhang Li hesitated but still asked, “You’re not thinking of…”
Jiang Weiming shook his head, “Other than my own life, I’ve already given him everything I could. I told him when I forced my second brother to borrow their family’s money that it would be the last time; now it’s time for him to taste the bitterness I’ve experienced over these years.”
Meanwhile, when Jiang Feng arrived at the small kitchen, Jiang Weisheng was pondering over the leftover ingredients from lunch.
Seeing him like this, Jiang Feng was reminded of Jiang Junlian doing math problems.
The true pondering of an academic slacker.
“Xiaofeng, why are you here?” Jiang Weisheng noticed Jiang Feng.
“Granduncle Weiming asked me to come and help you.”
Jiang Weisheng pulled Jiang Feng over to his side and showed him the row of leftover ingredients from lunch.
“What do you think if I cut these pieces of beef into beef fillets, sear them a bit, and then go to the supermarket to buy some doubanjiang and lotus leaf buns, blanch some vegetables to make tender beef with five spices for your Granduncle Weiming?” Jiang Weisheng boldly envisioned.
Jiang Feng: ?
Is tender beef with five spices made like this?
“Previously my grandson nagged about wanting to eat this what’s-it-called tender beef with five spices, but I couldn’t find it anywhere to buy. With no other choice, I had to make do at home, and it turned out quite delicious, my son also liked it,” Jiang Weisheng said, “Master is definitely feeling down now, he’d certainly be happy if he knew this dish was my own creation.”
“Uncle Jiang, you noticed Granduncle Weiming isn’t happy?” Jiang Feng curiously asked.
Jiang Weisheng replied, “I didn’t notice, but I understand Master; he’s definitely upset inside. Every time Jiang Yanlu does something outrageous, it disturbs him greatly.”
“Xiaofeng, do you have time? Could you help me buy some lotus leaf buns from Yonghe House? Their buns are tasty. I’ll head to the supermarket now for the doubanjiang; you need to mix two brands of it to get the right taste.” Jiang Weisheng said, ready to head out to the supermarket, but Jiang Feng quickly stopped him.
Whether the Sino-Sichuan hybrid version of tender beef with five spices made with lotus leaf buns and doubanjiang would be tasty, he didn’t know, but he’d already found the best answer for Jiang Weisheng—hundred-flavor soup.
“Uncle Jiang, if I go to Yonghe House to buy the lotus leaf buns, coming and going would take at least an hour, and Granduncle Weiming is already hungry. This will take too much time. Why don’t we use the ingredients we have now to make him a bowl of hundred-flavor soup?” Jiang Feng suggested.
Jiang Weisheng, excited, smacked his thigh, his face showing a pained expression as happiness and pain mingled together into a grimace.
“Why didn’t I think of that, you’re smarter, Xiaofeng, with a quick-witted brain. Hundred-flavor soup is both delicious and filling, and it’s a dish Granduncle Weiming created himself; he’ll definitely like it!”
“But…” Jiang Weisheng hesitated, “we don’t have enough ingredients for the hundred-flavor soup!”
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“Uncle Jiang, you’re talking about your peculiar-flavor soup; there are no restrictions on the ingredients for hundred-flavor soup. Hundred-flavor soup is all about using whatever ingredients you have.”
Jiang Weisheng still seemed unsure, “But I only know how to make peculiar-flavor soup, not hundred-flavor soup.”
The feeling of tutoring Junqing and Junlian in their schoolwork came rushing back.
Jiang Feng was just short of grabbing Jiang Weisheng by the collar and telling him loudly that there was no such thing as not knowing how to make it—if he couldn’t, he’d take over!
He was just short of saying Granduncle Weiming couldn’t even taste the difference now, so what was there to be afraid of.
But he couldn’t do that.
Jiang Feng could only persuade him kindly, “What’s not to know? Wasn’t your peculiar-flavor soup derived from the hundred-flavor soup? Besides, the hundred-flavor soup is very flexible by nature; as long as you make it, Granduncle Weiming will surely be pleased.”
“Just give it a try!”
“Should I give it a try?”
“Absolutely!”
