Life is a Game

By the time Ji Yue found the plastic packing box stuffed in the corner by Comrade Wang Xiulian from the utility room, Professor Li and his wife had already helped Li Mingyi out of the store.

"Buddha... What if Buddha jumped over the wall?" Ji Yue was at a loss for the packing box she was holding.

The people left, but the food stayed.

"How about we try it?" Wang Hao just smelled the smell and his saliva was about to flow out. Although the lid is closed now, the fragrance still lingers in the store for a long time.

"No!" Ji Yue glared at Wang Hao, and stepped in front of her.

"Haozi, I remember you recorded Professor Li's phone number in your textbook yesterday morning. Check to see if the textbook on the signal is still in your bag." Jiang Feng suddenly remembered.

"Yes, yes, yes, in the bag, in the bag!" Wang Hao hurriedly went to the counter to get the bag, took out the signal and system textbook from the three or four books, and opened the first page, on which Li Junming was written: 1xxxxxxxxxxx.

According to legend, Mr. Mao Gai of University A receives more than ten calls from store owners every week to inform him that you have left your books in our store, classmate.

Sincerely do not deceive me.

Jiang Feng took out his mobile phone and dialed the number on the page.

After about twenty seconds, the call was connected.

"Hi, hello Professor Li. I'm Jiang Feng, and your dishes are still in the store." Jiang Feng said.

"I'm sorry, it's easy to forget everything when I'm old. I'll go get it with my wife later." Professor Li also heard the voice of an old man coughing on the other end of the phone, as well as the sometimes light and sometimes heavy crutches poking the ground. sound.

Jiang Jiankang silently moved the jar back to the kitchen, Wang Hao regretted not being able to taste its delicacy, and helped Ji Yue carry the garbage to the garbage station together. In the other afternoons, there are five classes, and it takes six o'clock to swim ashore from the ocean of knowledge.

Although Jiang Jiankang didn't show it on the surface, Jiang Feng, as his son, was keenly aware that his father was missing now. Every piece of fat, every place of fat, reveals a deep sense of loss.

"Dad, what's the matter with you?" Jiang Feng followed Jiang Kangkang into the kitchen and saw him chopping vegetables without saying a word.

One knife after another, extremely slow, each knife is very hard, as if there is a deep hatred with the green pepper in front of him.

"I ruined something good." Jiang Jiankang felt a little lonely.

"I think it's pretty good." Jiang Feng opened his eyes and said nonsense. He didn't even want to read the long list of remarks about the Buddha jumping over the wall just now. Not enough soaking time, a long list of problems.

However, the dish of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall is extremely difficult, and Comrade Jiang Jiankang cannot be blamed.

"My poor ham." Jiang Jiankang sniffed.

"Today's elbow was not stewed either." Jiang Jiankang was even aggrieved.

Jiang Feng: ...

sorry for disturbance.

The back kitchen was handed back to Comrade Jiang Jiankang. Just now, the aroma of Buddha Jumping over the Wall attracted many guests, but at that time everyone was watching the fun and did not order food. Now the first floor is basically full, and the snowflake-like menus are sent to the back kitchen one after another. Comrade Jiang Jiankang copied the spatula and struggled on the front line of cooking.

Jiang Feng became a small worker again, a worker who washed vegetables, peeled skins, cut vegetables, and arranged dishes with little experience.

Not long after, four members of the chess club who claimed to be here to help rushed into the back kitchen without even putting their school bags in, and took out the sour plum soup and mung bean soup that had been chilled for a day from the freezer. Usually eat two bowls first, then put down the schoolbag and start helping.

Seeing these four people, Jiang Feng suddenly became a little worried about the club's recruitment next week.

Other clubs either come out in large numbers of talents, or have their own strengths. No matter how bad they are, there are good-looking brothers and sisters who come to lure Mengxin into it, but the chess club has nothing, not even funding.

The club is recruiting new people, what will they perform?

In the past few years, there were two stinky chess baskets pretending to play chess there. Is it necessary for everyone to have a pot of sour plum soup to show everyone tons, tons, tons, tons, tons, tons, tons?

While worrying about the future of the club, Jiang Feng silently shredded carrots.

Are carrots on sale these days? Why does Comrade Wang Xiulian buy so many carrots every day!

After Jiang Feng shredded all the carrots, Professor Li and his wife returned to the shop.

Professor Li held an envelope and a lunch box in his hand.

In fact, taking the whole wine jar away can best guarantee the original taste, but let alone how heavy the wine jar is, it is always bad for guests to take a wine jar with them. Ji Yue carefully scooped the dish out of the wine jar and put it into the lunch box. This dish is currently higher than her annual salary, so it must be treated with caution.

"Student Jiang Feng, I would like to ask you to do me a favor." Professor Li handed the envelope to Jiang Feng. "My father has advanced gastric cancer and has always lost his appetite. I would like you to take care of his lunch and dinner."

Jiang Feng was a little apprehensive about such an important task, and when he wanted to refuse it, a system notification sounded in his mind.

"Ding, there are optional side missions, please choose by yourself."

Another side quest.

Jiang Feng was shocked. In this case, there would be two side quests related to Mr. Li Mingyi. The game actually valued this old man so much that he even gave two side quests.

Jiang Feng took the envelope, still a little curious: "Actually, you should find my dad. His craftsmanship is much better than mine."

"It was my father who just told me that he appointed you to come. He likes you very much." Professor Li smiled gently. "My father is very happy today. He hasn't been this happy for a long time."

Jiang Feng touched his face unconsciously.

He doesn't seem to have a face that makes people happy when they see him.

Although he also thinks he is pretty handsome, but he should not be so cute that everyone loves him, right?

"Please." Professor Li said.

"It should, it should." Jiang Feng couldn't help feeling a little panicked after being treated so gently by the legendary strict Professor Li these days.

Ji Yue had already put all the Buddha Jumping Wall into the lunch box, and Professor Li's wife took the lunch box and left with Professor Li. Before leaving, she gave Jiang Feng a gentle smile.

"Your professor quite likes you." Ji Yue sighed.

"ah?"

"He was quite serious when he came here at noon today, and he was comparable to the foreign teacher in my freshman year." Ji Yue looked up, as if recalling the serious Filipino female foreign teacher in her freshman year, "That old woman, fight Seeing that my English is not good, they yell at me in English every day."

Women really hold a grudge.

Jiang Feng opened the envelope, and there were more than a dozen banknotes and a piece of letter paper inside.

He took out the letter paper, unfolded it, and wrote a recipe for nourishing porridge with a pen.

The raw materials of the Stomach Porridge made by Comrade Jiang Jiankang are almost the same, except that there are some slight changes in some places, and there is an extra portion of pork liver.

Although Comrade Jiang Jiankang learned how to make porridge from a master chef in a porridge shop, the recipe for nourishing stomach porridge was given to him by Mr. Jiang.

Professor Li, how come there is Jiang's recipe for nourishing stomach porridge?

"Dad, did your grandfather give you the stomach-nourishing porridge recipe you made?" Jiang Feng even doubted his memory, so he went to the back kitchen to ask Comrade Jiang Jiankang.

"It was passed down from our ancestors." Comrade Jiang Jiankang was shaking his spoon.

Professor Li... Mo Fang is related to our family?

Jiang Feng couldn't help but wonder a little. Could it be that his grandfather gave birth to six brothers and survived without dying, and the one who survived changed his name and changed his name to Li?

If this material is given to Wang Hao, it is estimated that it can be edited more perfectly.

Going to the utility room, Jiang Feng clicked on the property panel.

[The Last Medicine]: Li Mingyi suffered from loss of appetite and anorexia due to advanced gastric cancer, and the long-term and painful chemotherapy treatment made him feel overwhelmed with pain. As a chef, the only thing I can do is to give him comfort in food, please give him the last medicine. Ask the player to help him eat normally for 15 days. 【Choice: Yes/No】

Click Yes.

[The Last Medicine]: Li Mingyi suffered from loss of appetite and anorexia due to advanced gastric cancer, and the long-term and painful chemotherapy treatment made him feel overwhelmed with pain. As a chef, the only thing I can do is to give him comfort in food, please give him the last medicine. Ask the player to help him eat normally for 15 days. Mission Progress (0/15)

Task Tip: Follow the recipe provided by Li Junming to complete the task.

Mission reward: A memory of Li Mingyi.

It turned out to be an advanced stage of gastric cancer, no wonder Li Mingyi looked abnormally thin. At first, Jiang Feng thought it was just the old man simply getting old.

And this is the first time the game has given a clear task reward, but the reward is actually a memory.

Is this memory... related to Taifeng Building?