In the next half an hour, Jiang Zaide and Jiang Shoucheng heartily taught Jiang Xiaoran how to be filial to his grandfather correctly, blow his grandfather's rainbow fart correctly, serve his grandfather correctly, and make his grandfather physically and mentally healthy.

The filial piety eldest grandson and the filial second grandson of the Jiang family were stunned when Jiang Xiaoran said that even Wang Hao, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but listen attentively to the teachings of the two, and even wanted to take out a notebook to record the wonderful points.

Although he does not have a qualified grandfather to be filial.

After being awakened by Grandma Jiang's words, everyone in the Jiang family felt that this crisis, which was not a crisis, had been lifted, and there was no need to hold a discussion meeting to study how to deal with the opponent, so they went to do their own things and dispersed. Those who should clean continue to clean, those who should chat continue to chat, and those who should touch the fish continue to fish.

Jiang Feng discussed it with Zhang Guanghang, and felt that it was still necessary to inform the two old men about this matter. After all, the two old men are the real killers of Taifeng Building, and they, the younger generation of Taifeng Building, also need to seize the last time to sharpen their guns before March 15th.

Even if the enemy is not terrible, take it seriously.

Jiang Feng, who was relaxed without worries, went to the kitchen to check the progress of dinner, and by the way, asked the two old men if they needed someone to help him sneak into the kitchen, wanting to see if there was any leftover chicken bean curd to touch.

Jiang Feng met Professor Li, who had never been seen before, in the kitchen, and Professor Li was eating chicken bean curd with a bowl while talking to Jiang Weiming, praising his superb craftsmanship.

A bowl full of chicken bean curd, so much that Jiang Feng felt a little remorseful why he only remembered to come to the kitchen now.

"Xiao Feng, is there something wrong?" Jiang Weiming saw Jiang Feng.

"Third grandfather, I'll see if there's anything you need help with, I'm afraid you won't be busy. Jiang Feng said with a smile, and found that there was still a little chicken bean curd left in the pot, about the amount of a bowl.

The old man glanced up at Jiang Feng, disappointed by his little grandson's clumsy lies.

"There's nothing to help with, it's going to be dinner soon, and if you're hungry, there's still a little chicken curd in the pot. Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

As soon as Jiang Feng wanted to say thank you, Third Grandpa, I was welcome, and found that there was only one bowl on the table.

There is only one empty bowl, which means that only one person in Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo has eaten chicken bean curd.

"Third Grandpa, haven't you eaten yet?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Your third grandfather, when I was young, I ate too much of this stuff, and I didn't like to eat it, so I didn't eat it. Jiang Weiming said.

Jiang Feng didn't believe Jiang Weiming's words, Jiang Weiming was short of supplies when he was young, even if he was the chef of a state-run hotel, it was impossible to eat too much chicken bean curd.

"Third grandfather, how can you not eat the dishes you have worked so hard to make? I'll help you bring out this bowl in the pot, and you can eat it while it's hot. Although Jiang Feng really wanted to eat another bowl, their Jiang family had never cooked and waited for the people to eat.

The old man has been cooking and eating in the kitchen all these years.

"I don't eat it. Jiang Weiming shook his head, "I basically can't eat these things now, and no matter how good things are, it's not necessary for me to eat them." ”

Jiang Feng was stunned.

He knew that Jiang Weiming's sense of taste had deteriorated severely, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even taste it.

"Then the third grandfather, how did you ...... before" Jiang Feng was a little confused.

When Jiang Weiming instructed him to cook before, he would make comments after tasting the dishes, and the comments were all reasonable and well-founded, and the problems and faults pointed out were not wrong.

"Although I can't taste the taste, my tongue still has a feeling, and I can judge that the dish is a good dish, but ......," Jiang Weiming's smile was a hint of bitterness, "but I can't taste the real good taste of the dish." ”

"It just so happens that there is still a little left in the pot, Xiao Feng, you can eat it when you come, it's a waste for me to eat these." Jiang Weiming said.

Jiang Feng didn't speak, took out a new bowl from the cupboard, and put all the remaining chicken bean curd in the pot into the bowl, filling the bowl.

Jiang Feng handed the bowl to Jiang Weiming.

"Third Grandpa, even if you can't taste it, but this is a dish you worked so hard to make, you should eat it. Jiang Feng said, "You are the chef who makes this dish, if even you eat it is a waste, then we are really a waste." ”

"Third brother, listen to Xiao Feng. Jiang Weiguo, who had been silent, spoke, "What's wrong with not being able to taste the taste? If you can't taste it, you can't eat good things?"

"If you can't taste it, we can still eat the texture, and the old woman in my family has become more and more serious in the past few years, and she complains to me about the taste of eating the original things, but she still doesn't eat happily. Jiang Weiguo had obviously held these words in his stomach for a while.

"Eat!"

Jiang Weiming was stunned for a moment, looked at Jiang Feng with a sincere face and Jiang Weiguo with a face full of unhappiness and unconvinced, and smiled helplessly.

"Third brother, you just eat, you don't eat as a cook, so I, the person who eats, is embarrassed to eat. Professor Li smiled as he held the bowl.

"I eat. Jiang Weiming took the bowl with a smile and scooped a big spoonful.

"I think that in the future, we old men with a degraded sense of taste will have to make a separate one for ourselves, otherwise this thing will not taste bad in the mouth, and it will be uncomfortable. Jiang Weiming said.

Jiang Weiguo turned his head away from him, and resolutely did not classify himself as an old man with a degraded sense of taste.

Jiang Feng watched Jiang Weiming finish eating a bowl full of chicken bean curd, and felt that he couldn't steal food or help here, and it was a bit redundant to stay in the kitchen, and he was about to knock Mimi and slip away, but he was stopped by Professor Li.

"Xiao Feng, come with me to the study, and I'll talk to you about your graduation thesis. Professor Li put down the bowl.

Jiang Feng followed Professor Li to the study.

For fresh graduates, the graduation thesis is indeed the top priority, and Jiang Feng spent a lot of time on the graduation thesis during the Chinese New Year. He was originally going to come to Li's house to discuss the thesis with Professor Li, but as soon as he came to Beiping, he received the big news from Roland and forgot about it directly.

Professor Li had already read some of what Jiang Feng had written, and he discussed some more detailed details with Jiang Feng, and recommended a few papers to him, asking him to go back and take some time to read more, and strive to complete the first draft as soon as possible and hand it over to him for revision.

As long as Jiang Feng can complete the first draft, he has nothing to do with the rest, Professor Li will help him complete the polishing and revision, he just needs to wait for the defense.

The two discussed in the study for more than half an hour, until Chen Suhua came in and told them that it was about to start dinner and let them go out to eat.

"By the way, Grandpa, I've already copied those letters you gave me last time, do you want me to bring those letters over and return them to you next time?" Jiang Feng asked.

Those letters were put into the game props take-out box by him and put them into the inventory column, and the things that were put in the take-out box could keep them fresh, and Jiang Feng felt that it was not bad to use it to store letters.

"It's useless for me to keep those things. Your grandmother Chen likes to clean and tidy up my bookshelf, if you let me go, maybe one day she will knock it off while sorting out the bookshelf and get it into the corner. These letters were originally written by my mother to your grandfather, and they were not sent back then, and now they are handed over to you, which can be regarded as returning them to their original owners. "Professor Li never meant to take back what he had sent.

"I'll leave it to you, and it's very troublesome to let me do how to save it, so I'll be lazy and leave this matter to you. Professor Li said with a smile.

"Let's go eat, I didn't feel hungry, I just ate that bowl of chicken bean curd but it was appetizing, I just don't know if your grandfather and third grandfather will make Lantern Festival, I didn't pay attention to it when I was in the kitchen just now." ”

"I guess there is no Lantern Festival, my grandfather brought a lot of rice balls when he came, and the sesame stuffing was also very delicious. Jiang Feng said and left the study with Professor Li.

"Then I can eat more, your grandmother Chen is a northerner who can only make Lantern Festival, and I haven't eaten much rice balls when I lived in City A a few years ago. ”

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