Life is a Game

Having obtained two memories in one go, Jiang Feng immediately lost interest in eating and just wanted to see the freshly baked memories. When he went to the dining room, the three of them hadn't started eating yet, and they were staring at the dishes on the table, as if they had already selected the target to attack.

"Why don't you eat?" Jiang Feng asked with a smile. He wasted a lot of time by touching things and washing his hands just now.

"Brother, you cook so hard, I must wait for you to come and eat together!" Jiang Junlian said immediately.

Jiang Feng's eyes immediately became moist, what a good cousin, even though she knew she was talking nonsense, she was still very moved.

Jiang Feng, who was very touched, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a large piece of braised pork for Jiang Junlian, and said with a smile, "Eat more, let's eat."

The three of them immediately ate up.

Jiang Feng went downstairs in the morning and ate a pancake with fruit and a bowl of soup powder. Now he didn't feel hungry at all, so he tasted all the dishes on the table except the braised pork. Although his cooking skills are good now, and the taste of the dishes he cooks is not bad, but he always feels that they are almost tasteless.

How should I put it, it is obvious that what he challenged today is Western food, but none of the dishes tasted like Western food.

It may be because chopsticks are used for eating instead of knives and forks.

"Brother, your roast chicken with apples is really delicious!" Jiang Junlian felt that it was time to show her talent after eating half of it.

"That's right, that's right, I think the scrambled eggs on the side are also delicious, and the egg shells look really good, and the fried fish is also delicious." Jiang Junqing agreed.

Ji Xia didn't have the habit of praising the delicious food while eating, but since Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing both praised her, she did as the Romans did and found a random dish to praise.

“The braised pork is delicious.”

Jiang Feng: ...

Who would have thought? Among the three, only Ji Xia, who seemed the most perfunctory, boasted the right dishes.

Halfway through the meal, Zhang Guanghang replied to Jiang Feng's message, so Jiang Feng put down his chopsticks and started chatting with Zhang Guanghang, gradually forgetting to eat.

Zhang Guanghang told Jiang Feng that the things Ji Xia cleaned up were basically useless waste, and Jiang Feng could help throw them away if he was willing, as long as he left the small tin box with the note in it.

As for the snuff bottle Jiang Junqing found that looked like it was made of jade, it was actually a relatively high-end imitation. Back then, Xia Mubing thought it was a treasure, and bought it at a high price. After looking for someone to appraise it, he found that he had been cheated and was reluctant to throw it away. In a fit of anger, he threw it into the warehouse and ignored it, and then forgot about it. Unexpectedly, he kept it until today.

Zhang Guanghang told Jiang Feng that if Jiang Junqing liked it, he could take it away. That thing was actually worthless, and if it was sold now, it would only cost 10,000 to 20,000 yuan at most.

In this regard, Jiang Feng, whose bank card, Alipay and WeChat balances did not add up to 20,000 yuan, shed tears of poverty.

Because of the snuff bottle, Zhang Guanghang immediately opened up the conversation. He told Jiang Feng that in fact, there were many high imitation cultural relics like snuff bottles in the two warehouses. They were all things that Xia Mubing got angry when he saw them, but he couldn't bear to throw them away. . When antiques and cultural relics became popular back then, Xia Mubing followed suit and bought a lot of them, but because he was not very knowledgeable and had no experience in this area, he was miserably cheated. The things in the warehouse were handed over by Xia Mubing back then. IQ tax.

For this, Jiang Feng could only say that it was a good thing that the society was ruled by law, otherwise, if Xia Mubing was young, the liar would have been killed to trick him into spending money.

While chatting, Jiang Feng suddenly remembered that the knife that could be recalled might be unusual. After all, objects that can be recalled have a memorable memory.

Jiang Feng: By the way, Xia Xia also found a knife, which was covered in rust. I think the style of that knife is very special, it doesn't look like an ordinary knife, and it looks quite old, do you want me to keep it for you?

Zhang Guanghang:?

Zhang Guanghang: Let me take a picture, I didn't pay attention just now.

Jiang Feng glanced at the dishes on the table and found that they were all over eaten, so he left a sentence, "You eat first, I'll go find something, and walked straight to the warehouse."

He left the rusty knife alone in the corner. Jiang Feng walked over and squatted on the ground to take five consecutive shots of the knife, all of which were sent to Zhang Guanghang.

Zhang Guanghang researched it for a long time but couldn't figure out why. In his opinion, this is an ordinary rusty and useless knife that can be thrown away. He really doesn't have much impression. But Jiang Feng said that again, so he asked Jiang Feng to keep the knife first.

In the end, Zhang Guanghang specifically told Jiang Feng to put the tin box in the kitchen cabinet, and he would go back to pick it up at night.

It was then that Jiang Feng was really interested in this tin box.

If the box contained neat notes, maybe he would think it was a box full of memories, but the box was clearly crumpled and spread out like discarded manuscript paper, which is really I don't see any good memories of the waste paper inside.

But Zhang Guanghang actually said that, Jiang Feng followed suit, took the tin box into the kitchen, and was going to put it in the first and most conspicuous magnified cabinet.

The moment the cabinet door was about to close, Jiang Feng couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart. Although he thought it was not good to do so, he took out the tin box again, wanting to open it to see what the waste papers inside were. different.

After opening the box, Jiang Feng was surprised to find that he could understand the French on it.

It was like watching a subtitle made by a very real translation team. There seemed to be a string of Chinese translations under the French that was originally incomprehensible on paper, so that Jiang Feng could easily understand the above words.

Jiang Feng was stunned for a while before realizing that this was the buff of the saffron chicken.

A French buff that looks very tasteless, but actually plays a small role at this time.

Although I understand it, the words on the paper are still confusing.

The first one says to make a butter cake.

The second one says to write a hymn.

The third chapter is about taking a group photo.

The fourth one is garbled.

The fourth chapter was very short, so short that it couldn't be a sentence at all. Jiang Feng felt that Zhang Guanghang might have written two or three words at that time and didn't write it down, so it became gibberish.

Judging from the first three sheets of paper alone, the writing on these papers feels like the homework of a foreign primary school student.

Don't ask why it's the homework of foreign elementary school students. Jiang Feng read those popular science articles that he didn't know were true or false when he was studying, which made him feel that the homework of foreign elementary school students was very magical. Either make a windmill or pick potatoes, do everything except homework.

Jiang Feng couldn't see any need for these papers to be stored properly.

In his opinion, these are just a few pieces of paper with very ordinary writing on them. What is written on them is neither a hope nor a dream. It feels like a few simple plans, small things that are easy to complete. Even the writing paper felt like a simple and cheap draft paper, which was basically the kind of paper Jiang Feng used to do his homework and drafts when he was a child.

Jiang Junqing, Jiang Junlian and Ji Xia are still eating, the three of them will definitely not come to the kitchen in a short time.

After reading these papers, Jiang Feng became even more curious. Originally, he planned to read the memory at home alone after returning in the afternoon, but now he couldn't wait any longer, so he just stood in the kitchen and clicked on the properties panel , find [A Memory of Zhang Guanghang], click Yes.

A fog.