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 family had already helped Li Mingyi out of the store.

"Buddha... What should I do if the Buddha jumps over the wall?" Ji Yue was holding the packing box a little overwhelmed.

The people are gone, and the dishes are left.

"Why don't we taste it?" Wang Hao was about to drool when he smelled the smell just now, and now although the lid is closed, the fragrance still lingers in the store for a long time.

"No!" Ji Yue glared at Wang Hao, and a stride blocked the front.

"Haozi, I remember that you wrote down Professor Li's phone number in your textbook yesterday morning, and you can see if the textbook for the signal is still in your bag. Jiang Feng suddenly remembered.

"Yes, yes, in the bag, in the bag!" Wang Hao hurriedly went to the counter to get the bag, took out the textbook of signal and system from three or four books, and opened the first side, which said Li Junming: 1xxxxxxxxxx.

Legend has it that Mr. Mao of A University receives an average of more than 10 calls from shopkeepers every week to inform him that you have left the book in our store.

Don't lie to me.

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

After about twenty seconds, the phone was connected.

"Hey, hello Professor Li. I'm Jiang Feng, and your food is still in the store and hasn't been taken away. Jiang Feng said.

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

Jiang Jianxing silently moved the jar back to the kitchen, Wang Hao regretted that he couldn't taste its deliciousness, and helped Ji Yue to carry the garbage to the garbage station together. The other afternoons were five classes, and it was six o'clock before you could swim ashore from the ocean of knowledge.

Although Jiang Jiankang was not obvious on his face, Jiang Feng, as his son, was very keenly aware that his father was now lost. Every piece of fat, every piece of fat, reveals a strong sense of loss.

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

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

"I've ruined the good stuff. Jiang Jiankang was a little lonely.

"I think it's good. Jiang Feng opened his eyes and said nonsense, the remarks of the Buddha jumping over the wall just now, he didn't even want to look at it, what stewing time is short, shark fin is too much, abalone is thickly cut, fish lips are not soaked enough time, a long list of problems.

But the Buddha jumping over the wall dish itself is extremely difficult, and Comrade Jiang Jiankang cannot be blamed.

"My poor ham. Jiang Jiankang sniffed.

"Today's elbow is not stewed. Jiang Jianxing even had some grievances.

Jiang Feng: ......

Sorry to bother.

The back kitchen was returned to Comrade Jiang Jiankang, and the fragrance of Buddha jumping over the wall just now attracted a lot of guests, but everyone was watching the excitement at that time 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, and Comrade Jiang Jiankang is re-copying the spatula and struggling on the front line of cooking.

Jiang Feng became a small worker again, and became a vegetable washer, peeling, chopping vegetables, and arranging a plate with no experience points.

It didn't take long for the four members of the chess club who hadn't even had time to put their schoolbags and claimed to be here to help rush into the back kitchen, take out the sour plum soup and mung bean soup that had been chilled for a day from the freezer, and each person drank two bowls like hungry wolves, and then put down the schoolbag and began to help.

Seeing these four people, Jiang Feng suddenly felt a little worried about the recruitment of new members of the club next week.

Other clubs either have talents, or they have their own strengths, no matter how bad they are, there are good-looking little brothers and sisters to trick Meng Xin into it, but the chess club has nothing, not even funds.

The club recruits new people, what do you perform?

In the past few years, two stinky chess baskets pretended to play chess there, do you want each person to have a pot of sour plum soup today to perform tons and tons of tons and tons of tons for everyone?

Jiang Feng was worried about the future of the club while silently cutting shredded carrots.

Is it a carrot bargain 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 store.

Professor Li carried an envelope and a lunch box.

In fact, taking away the entire wine jar can best ensure the original taste, but not to mention how heavy the wine jar is, it is always bad to let the guests just hold the wine jar and leave. Ji Yue carefully scooped the dish out of the wine jar and put it into the lunch box, this dish was currently higher than her annual salary, and it had to be treated with caution.

"Classmate Jiang Feng, I want to ask you for a favor. Professor Li handed the envelope to Jiang Feng, "My father has terminal stomach cancer and has always lost his appetite, and I would like to ask you to take charge of his lunch and dinner." ”

With such an important task, Jiang Feng was a little frightened, and when he wanted to refuse, the prompt sound of the system sounded in his mind.

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

Another side quest.

Jiang Feng was shocked, in this case, there are two side quests for Mr. Li Mingyi, and the game actually values this old gentleman so much that he even gives them side quests.

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

"It's my father who just told me that he wanted you to come, and he likes you very much. Professor Li smiled gently, "My father is very happy today, he hasn't been so happy for a long time. ”

Jiang Feng unconsciously touched his face.

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

Although he also thinks he is quite handsome, he should not be to the point of being loved by everyone, right?

"Please. Professor Li said.

"It should be, it should be. In the past few days, he has been treated so gently by Professor Li, who is very strict in the legend, Jiang Feng couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

Ji Yue had already put the Buddha jumping over the wall into the lunch box, and Professor Li's wife left with Professor Li with the lunch box, and smiled softly at Jiang Feng when she left.

"This professor of yours likes you a lot. Ji Yue sighed.

"Huh?"

"He was quite serious when he came at noon today, and he had the same fight as the foreign teacher I had when I was a freshman. Ji Yue looked up, as if recalling the serious Filipino female foreign teacher in her freshman year, "That old woman, relying on my poor English, yells at me in English every day." ”

Women really hold grudges.

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

I took out the letter paper and unfolded it, and the pen was vigorous and powerful, writing a recipe for stomach porridge.

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

Although Comrade Jiang Jianxing learned to boil porridge from the master of the porridge shop, the recipe for stomach porridge was given to him by Mr. Jiang.

Professor Li, how can there be a recipe for the Jiang family's stomach porridge?

"Dad, did your grandfather give you the recipe for stomach porridge you originally made for me?" Jiang Feng even doubted his memory, and ran to the back kitchen to ask Comrade Jiang Jiankang.

"It was handed down from our ancestors. "Comrade Jiang Jiankang is turning the spoon.

Professor Lee...... Mozambique and our family are relatives?

Jiang Feng couldn't help but have some brains, could it be that his grandfather gave birth to six brothers and did not die, and survived an incognito name change his surname to become Li?

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

Go to the utility room, Jiang Feng clicked on the attribute panel.

[Last Medicine]: Li Mingyi suffered from advanced stomach cancer, loss of appetite, anorexia, and long-term painful chemotherapy treatment. As a chef, the only thing you can do is to comfort him in his diet and give him the last medicine. Ask the player to help him eat and drink normally for 15 days. [Select: Yes/No]

Click Yes.

[Last Medicine]: Li Mingyi suffered from advanced stomach cancer, loss of appetite, anorexia, and long-term painful chemotherapy treatment. As a chef, the only thing you can do is to comfort him in his diet and give him the last medicine. Ask the player to help him eat and drink normally for 15 days. Mission Progress (0/15)

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

Reward: A memory of Li Mingyi.

It was actually an advanced stage of stomach cancer, no wonder Li Mingyi's whole person looked a little abnormally thin, Jiang Feng thought at first that it was just an old man's simple age.

And this is the first time that the game gives a clear mission reward, but the reward is actually a memory.

This memory...... Is it related to Tai Fung House?