"Grandpa, what are you talking about? Sun Jikai wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

He wanted to ask if you were joking at me, but he knew very well in his heart that Sun Guanyun was not a person who could joke.

The expressions of Sun Guanyun and Assistant Wang didn't look like they were joking.

Sun Jikai felt that his lips were so heavy that he couldn't open them. I felt that his tongue was bitter, so bitter that he couldn't move.

He felt the air become oppressive, overwhelming him from breath.

Sun Guanyun sighed and said to Assistant Wang, "Come on." ”

Assistant Wang handed a briefcase to Sun Jikai.

"Mr. Sun has felt a little unwell since the beginning of the year, but Mr. Sun didn't take it to heart at that time, so he didn't go to the hospital for examination. Until the end of the Good Taste Cooking Competition, Mr. Sun always felt chest pain and some difficulty breathing, so he went to the hospital for an examination, and the results were ......"

Sun Jikai opened the briefcase, which contained Sun Guanyun's medical records and examination reports, he couldn't understand those professional terms at all, and he hadn't even heard of the name of the disease.

The doctor said that Mr. Sun's liver and lungs are diseased, his lungs are full of holes, and his lung function is only 20% of that of a normal person, and now it has reached the point where it is almost impossible to excrete carbon dioxide. The liver lesions can be treated by surgical resection, but Mr. Sun is old, and the doctor said that Mr. Sun's physical condition is difficult to support him to do the whole operation, and he ......"

"And even if the liver lesions can be removed surgically, there is no way to cure the lungs. Sun Jikai looked at the medical record report in his hand.

Sun Guanyun's body is now like an old machine where many parts are starting to fail, some parts are repaired and others will be broken, and some parts are even damaged to the point that they cannot be repaired.

The process of repair does not bring him health, only pain.

Surgery can prolong life, but that part of life is painful.

So he opted for medication and waited quietly to die.

"Yes, that's it. Assistant Wang swallowed, "The doctor said that if you are lucky, Sun will always survive this New Year." ”

Sun Jikai has never hated the word luck so much.

"Jikai, don't be sad, life and death are fate, this is the law of nature. Sun Guanyun in turn comforted Sun Jikai, "Grandpa still has half a year, you study hard, I teach you well, Jubaolou will depend on you in the future." ”

"Good. Sun Jikai never thought that a good word would be as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Sun Guanyun sighed.

Until he was found to be dying, he never stopped to look at the people around him.

He wasn't a good father, and he wasn't a good grandfather.

He missed almost all of his sons' childhood and teenage years, and couldn't even remember what they were like as children.

He is partial to the eldest grandson Sun Jikai, who is healthy and lively, intelligent and talented in cooking, but always ignores the second grandson Sun Zhengqing, who has been frail and sickly since he was a child, shy, inactive and not good at interacting with people.

He knew that his eldest daughter-in-law was a greedy fool who was eager for quick success, but had no brains, but habitually neglected to discipline her.

He used to think that he had a lot of time, he used to think that he could spend his time and energy on stabilizing the declining reputation of Jubaolou, and he used to think that he could deal with the family heirloom restaurant first and then deal with family affairs.

But he was wrong, he ran out of time.

He's not a superman, he's not a god, he can't do everything. On the contrary, he wanted to do both, and he didn't have both.

It wasn't until he stopped and looked back that he realized.

The status of FJ No. 1 Restaurant in Jubaolou is already in jeopardy, and his eldest grandson, who has had high hopes for more than 20 years, has been taken more and more crooked by his stupid eldest daughter-in-law.

His eldest son was as cowardly and unassertive as ever, but his second grandson was surprisingly upright and kind.

The thing that frightened Sun Guanyun the most was that when he stopped, wanted to spend his last time on his family, and wanted to start understanding his family, he was horrified to find out.

His second son doesn't seem to be as kind, loyal, and honest as he seems to be.

On the contrary, the stark contrast between his continuous small actions behind his back over the years and the image that he has always presented to the world on the surface of being oppressed by his eldest son, his acting skills are so good that people are frightening.

So, he made a decision.

He ruthlessly drove Sun Jikai out of the house, did not allow anyone to give him help, and asked him to go to Beiping and Taifeng Building.

He had to get a heavy dose of medicine, and he had to break his grandson back before he died, so that he could trust him to hand over the treasure building to him.

Fortunately, Sun Jikai returned to the right path.

Sun Guanyun knew that he owed Jiang Weiguo another favor. It's a pity that he is going to die, he still has too much to do, and this favor can only be repaid in the next life.

"After you go back, stay away from your cousins, you are not a child anymore, you have also come out to experience, and you should recognize some things and things. Sun Guanyun said.

"Hmm. Sun Jikai is still very depressed.

"Zhengqing is a good boy, and he has always cared about you these days. ”

"I know. Sun Jikai remembered the zongzi that Sun Zhengqing sent him during the Dragon Boat Festival.

In fact, he also knew very well in his heart that his mother was not a good thing, his father always listened to his mother, his second uncle and second aunt were not good things, and he was not a good thing.

In their Sun family, it seems that only their cousin Sun Zhengqing is a good thing.

But he knew that his mother was full of selfish desires for what he said and did to him, but why did he keep listening to her?

Maybe that's when the ghost got into it.

Sun Jikai couldn't think of any other explanation.

The hospital arrived.

Sun Jikai helped Sun Guanyun get out of the car.

He loved his grandfather because he knew that his grandfather loved him.

He didn't hate his mother because he knew that his mother didn't love him.

On the other side of the Taifeng Building, Jiang Feng was lamenting that he had lost an excellent employee who was willing to work overtime and did not ask for overtime wages and rewards.

Nowadays, it is not easy to find a simple good comrade like Sun Jikai.

Tai Fung Lou's menu is about to remove a lot of dishes from the shelves, and it is a permanent decline.

Jiang Feng sighed deeply.

"What's wrong?" Wu Minqi asked.

"Sun Jikai is going back to Jubaolou, I'm wondering if we should hold a farewell party for him or something. Jiang Feng said.

"Farewell party?" Wu Minqi thought for a moment, "but he's leaving tonight." ”

"Tonight, how do you know?"

Wu Minqi took out her mobile phone and clicked on the strip to Sun Jikai's circle of friends.

"Go home. ”

Below are the pictures of the three tickets at 7:20 p.m. today.

Jiang Feng generally doesn't look at WeChat Moments during the day, but just brushes it before going to bed at night.

The two of them said that the two old men came in.

Jiang Weiguo saw that Sun Jikai was not in the kitchen, and asked, "Old man Sun took Sun Jikai away?"

"Well, an hour ago. Jiang Feng said.

"It's so fast, what's the old guy in a hurry? Jiang Weiguo muttered, "The voice when I called just now was weird, what kind of fame was it." ”

Jiang Feng heard Jiang Weiguo say this, and suddenly remembered that he had felt that something was wrong before.

Sun Guanyun's voice was wrong.

More precisely, the state of the sound is wrong.

Old, hoarse, and not very angry, Sun Guanyun coughed at least seven or eight times in just half an hour.

Sick?

"By the way, the person from "Zhiwei" magazine just called, saying that he was coming for an interview tomorrow, you guys should prepare, Zhang Guanghang is resting today, you can call him later. Jiang Weiguo continued.

Jiang Feng immediately left Sun Guanyun behind.

If "Zhiwei" magazine continues like this, or more precisely, Xu Cheng will continue to do so, Jiang Feng will forget that "Zhiwei" still owes Taifeng Lou a cover promotion, owes him, Wu Minqi and Zhang Guanghang have a special interview.

Xu Cheng is the king of the pigeon world, no matter how he pigeons, others will think it is normal.

Even if he directly gave this issue of "Zhiwei" to the pigeon, others would not think it was strange.

It's not like he hasn't done it before.

When "Zhiwei" was still a monthly magazine, he often gave a certain month's "Zhiwei" to the pigeons.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath, raised his head with his chest straight, and sighed in his heart: This day is finally coming.

After the end of the Good Taste Cooking Competition, he flipped through the 10-year "Zhiwei" magazine from beginning to end, focusing on the special interviews with celebrity chefs conducted by "Zhiwei".

Thematic interviews are not only about the dishes, but also about the chef and the restaurant where the chef works. The content is varied, written according to the characteristics of each chef, and the theme is the same, that is, the dish.

"What time is it tomorrow?" Jiang Feng asked.

"After the lunch opening, Xu Cheng booked a private room, and all the dishes booked were the three of you. "Jiang Wei National Road.

Jiang Feng's smile gradually froze.

"All of them?"

"Yes, even your unsellable broken vegetables have been booked. "Jiang Wei National Road.

Jiang Feng's smile disappeared directly.

"Wontons are not good, the wontons have been booked, Xue Shaoheng has booked. Jiang Feng hurriedly threw the pot to Xue Shaoheng.

Li Hongzhang's chowder is fine, but pure meat wontons are absolutely non-negotiable.

Pure meat wontons are my last bottom line!