After getting two memories in one go, Jiang Feng suddenly lost interest in eating and just wanted to see the freshly baked memories. When he reached the dining room, the three of them had not yet begun to eat, and were staring at the dishes on the table, as if they had chosen the target they were about to attack.

"Why don't you eat it yet?" Jiang Feng asked with a smile, he was touching things and washing his hands just now, but he had lost a lot of time.

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

Jiang Feng's eyes suddenly moistened, what a good cousin, even if she knew that she was talking nonsense, she still felt very moved.

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

The three of them were immediately taken aback.

Jiang Feng went downstairs in the morning to eat a pancake fruit and a bowl of soup powder, and now he didn't feel hungry at all, so he tasted the dishes on the table one by one except for the braised pork. Although he is a good cook now, and the food he makes tastes okay, he always feels that it tastes bad.

How to say it, it is clear that he is challenging Western food today, but none of the dishes taste like Western food.

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

"Little brother, your apple roast chicken is really delicious!" Jiang Junlian was halfway through eating, feeling that it was time to show her talent.

"Yes, yes, I think the scrambled eggs on the side are also delicious, they look good in egg shells, and the fried fish is also delicious. Jiang Junqing agreed.

Ji Xia doesn't have the habit of praising delicious dishes while eating, but since Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing have praised her, they also follow the local customs and casually find dishes to praise.

"The braised pork is delicious. ”

Jiang Feng: ......

Who would have thought that among the three people, only Ji Xia, who looked the most perfunctory, had the right dish.

Halfway through the meal, Zhang Guanghang replied to Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng put down his chopsticks and began to get up with Zhang Guanghang, and gradually forgot to eat.

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

As for the snuff box that Jiang Junqing found out that looked like it was made of jade, it was actually a relatively high-end imitation. At that time, Xia Muqi thought it was a treasure, bought it at a high price, and found that he had been deceived and was reluctant to throw it away, so he threw it into the warehouse in a fit of anger and ignored it, and then forgot about it, but he didn't expect it to be kept 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 he sold it now, it would be sold for one or two thousand yuan at most.

In this regard, Jiang Feng, who did not have a combined balance of 20,000 yuan for bank cards, Alipay and WeChat, shed tears of poverty.

Because of the snuff bottle, Zhang Guanghang suddenly opened the conversation, and he told Jiang Feng that in fact, there were a lot of high-imitation cultural relics like snuff bottles in those two warehouses, all of which were things that Xia Muqi was angry at but reluctant to throw away. When the antique cultural relics were fried, Xia Muqi also bought a lot of them, but because he was not very knowledgeable and had not been influenced by this aspect, he was very miserable, and the things in the warehouse were all the IQ taxes paid by Xia Muqi back then.

In this regard, Jiang Feng can only say that it is a legal society now, otherwise if Xia Muqi was young, the liar would only be afraid that he would have a life to deceive him and spend money.

Chatting and chatting, Jiang Feng suddenly remembered that the knife that touched out the memory might be unusual, after all, the objects that could touch the memory had a memory that people would never forget.

Jiang Feng: By the way, Xia Xia also turned out a knife, which was full of rust. I think the style of that knife is quite 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: Take a picture for me, I didn't pay attention to it just now.

Jiang Feng glanced at the dishes on the table, they had already eaten everything, so he left a sentence You eat first, I'll find something, and walked straight to the warehouse.

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

Zhang Guanghang studied for a long time and didn't come up with a reason, in his opinion, this is an ordinary rusty useless knife that can be thrown away, and he is really not impressed. But Jiang Feng said so again, so he asked Jiang Feng to keep the knife first.

At the end, Zhang Guanghang also specially instructed Jiang Feng to put the iron box in the kitchen cabinet, and he went back to get it at night.

Only then did Jiang Feng really take an interest in this tin box.

If the box was filled with neat notes, he might think it was a box full of memories, but the box was clearly crumpled and spread out like discarded manuscript paper, and he really couldn't see that the waste paper inside could have any good memories.

But Zhang Guanghang actually said this, Jiang Feng did so, took the iron box into the kitchen, and prepared to put it in the first and most conspicuous cabinet of magnifying materials.

At the moment when he was about to close the cabinet door, Jiang Feng couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, although he felt that it didn't seem good to do so, he still took out the tin box again, wanting to open it to see what was the difference between the few pieces of waste paper inside.

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

Just like watching a subtitle made by a very real translation team, the French text that was originally incomprehensible on paper seems to have a string of Chinese translations underneath, so that Jiang Feng can easily read the above words.

Jiang Feng was stunned for a moment before he reacted, this was the buff of the Safro chicken.

A French buff that looks like a chicken rib, 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 cream cake.

The second one says to write a hymn.

Chapter 3 says take a group photo.

The fourth is garbled characters.

The fourth chapter was very short, so short that it was not a sentence at all, and Jiang Feng felt that maybe Zhang Guanghang had written two or three words at that time and did not write them down, so it would become garbled.

Judging from the first three sheets of paper alone, the feeling of writing on these pieces of paper is the homework of a foreign elementary school student.

Don't ask why it is the homework of foreign primary school students, the popular science texts that Jiang Feng read when he was studying made him feel that the homework of foreign primary school students is very magical. It's not windmilling or picking potatoes, and doing everything but homework.

Jiang Feng couldn't see at all that there was any need for these pieces of paper to be kept in special place.

In his opinion, these are a few very ordinary pieces of paper, which are neither hopes nor dreams, but feel like a few simple plans, small things that are easy to accomplish. Even the paper on which he writes feels like that kind of simple and cheap scratch paper, Jiang Feng basically used this kind of paper to write homework and draft when he was a child.

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

Jiang Feng was even more curious after reading these papers, originally he was going to look at the memory at home alone after going back in the afternoon, but he couldn't wait now, so he stood directly in the kitchen and clicked on the attribute panel, found [A Memory of Zhang Guanghang], and clicked Yes.

A fog.