That night, Jiang Yong's family happily gathered around the coffee table in the living room and made dumplings for the night.

Lin Juan is a semi-professional housewife making dumplings, naturally, Jiang Yong, as the editor-in-chief of Zhiwei, also knows a little about cooking, and the dumplings are also very good-looking, not to mention Jiang Weiming.

There is only one rookie in the whole family, Jiang Xiaoran.

The dumplings are like a piece of cake.

It's still that kind of soft cake.

I don't know why, Jiang Feng's eyes suddenly became much kinder when he saw Jiang Xiaoran.

The activity of making dumplings lasted until half past ten, after which everyone washed and went to bed, and the originally lively room was quiet again, leaving only a calm night.

Jiang Feng had spent a lot of such dark nights in his memory, and he was very experienced. He also had no habit of peeping at other people's sleeps, so he sat quietly in the living room as usual and waited for the day to come.

It's just that there is one thing he doesn't understand, why Jiang Xiaoran has been back to the room for half an hour, but he took two apples out again. Click-click, sit down at the dining table and finish nibbling on the apple, then go back to the room to sleep.

Who did he learn from this?

Even if he was leaving, Jiang Weiming got up early and made his last breakfast at Jiang Yong's house - clear soup noodles.

That's right, literally consommé.

Jiang Weiming cooked a pot of noodles with the clear soup he had hung yesterday.

I don't know if the ordinary, a few dollars of noodles bought from the supermarket will be sincerely scared when they meet the consommé in the pot.

Anyway, when Jiang Xiaoran ate noodles, he couldn't wait to bury his whole face in the bowl.

"Dad, there is still a pot of soup in the refrigerator, what should I do with this pot of soup?" Lin Juan was taking fruit from the refrigerator and preparing to wash a little and put it in a fresh-keeping bag for Jiang Weiming and Jiang Xiaoran to eat, when she found that there was still a pot of clear soup in the refrigerator.

"I remember that there were a few thermos cups at home, so I should bring them with me. Jiang Weiming said.

Then Jiang Xiaoran began to rummage through the cabinets to find large thermos cups, and finally found the two large but extremely ugly thermos cups that Jiang Feng saw later.

After packing their things, Jiang Xiaoran and Jiang Weiming carried the luggage that Jiang Feng had seen when he was on the street and went to the train station.

It wasn't until the two of them got on the train, put their luggage and started to sleep, that Jiang Feng realized that it was he who picked up people in Beiping.

So, he will see himself in his memory.

Two months ago myself.

It's kind of exciting to think about.

With an anxious and excited heart, Jiang Feng dangled and swayed on the high-speed train, swaying from one carriage to another, and then to the next. When he got to the third carriage, he realized that his range of activities this time was surprisingly large.

In order to determine the scope of his activities, Jiang Feng began to walk down the carriage, until he reached the position where there were 4 carriages from Jiang Weiming's carriage before being blocked by the air wall.

In terms of this range of activities, Jiang Feng definitely wanted to shake around as much as he wanted, and basically didn't have to worry about running away from being hit by an air wall without paying attention.

Then Jiang Feng began to walk on the high-speed train, sometimes listening to the crying of the children in this carriage, sometimes listening to the quarrels of couples in that carriage, and when he was bored, he went to the next carriage to watch TV with the passengers - this passenger was quite loud when he didn't wear headphones, which made it convenient for Jiang Feng to disturb others.

A few hours were spent on a walk like this, and I was originally in a good mood to take a walk in the car and watch the drama, but as a result, Jiang Feng began to get nervous inexplicably as soon as he got off the train.

Not for anything else, just for the imminent emergence of himself.

Jiang Feng followed behind Jiang Weiming.

Then Jiang Feng saw Wang Hao, and also saw himself beside Wang Hao.

What kind of feeling is it like to see yourself face to face? Jiang Feng couldn't describe it, anyway, it was very weird and wonderful, there was a feeling of playing a holographic game with himself as the protagonist.

Although he has never played holographic games, he doesn't know if he will be able to play holographic games in his lifetime.

A living person who could move, laugh and talk, and normally had the same thinking stood opposite him, which made Jiang Feng have no way not to stare at him.

Then he noticed that he had a little soup stain on his collar, which he probably had stuck to during lunch.

There are also a few obvious black marks on the dusty shoes, which are estimated to have been stepped on.

Jiang Feng had no time to take care of Jiang Weiming, his gaze had been following him, anyway, he had personally experienced all this, and he knew what would happen next.

The only thing that is a little difficult is to squeeze into the car, Jiang Weimin, Jiang Xiaoran, Wang Hao and Jiang Feng in memory are 4 people in the car, there is really no vacancy for Jiang Feng to squeeze in, unless he floats in the air, gets into the trunk or climbs on the roof of the car.

Between getting into the trunk and climbing on the roof of the car, Jiang Feng finally chose to climb on the roof of the car, he has experience in climbing the roof of the car, and it is not that he has never climbed before. Jiang Weiming had a lot of luggage, and it took a lot of time for everyone to put their luggage in the trunk, which also gave Jiang Feng plenty of time to climb the roof of the car.

Ever since he was able to enter his memory, Jiang Feng's strange experience had increased a lot.

From the perspective of a bystander, looking at the things he had personally experienced again, Jiang Feng found many things that he had not discovered before.

Jiang Xiaoran always unconsciously looked at the thermos cup twice, and when Jiang Feng asked Jiang Weiming what was in the thermos cup in his memory, Jiang Xiaoran would show a trace of pride from an insider.

What's more, Chen Suhua actually bought pastries from Babaozhai that day, but before Jiang Feng entered the living room, they were eaten by Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Zaide one by one.

Jiang Feng was not interested in listening to everyone's discussions and speculations about the top-floor restaurant again, and followed Jiang Weiming into the kitchen.

The old man was also in the kitchen, cutting meat, and when he saw Jiang Weiming coming, he just raised his head and said a word to him, and then lowered his head to cut meat, until Jiang Weiming unscrewed the thermos cup and poured out the clear soup inside.

"Third brother, what are you ......" The cold clear soup had no taste, and the old man looked at it for a while before he dared to be sure, "Clear soup?"

"Hmm. Jiang Weiming smiled and nodded, "I still had some left from yesterday, so I brought it in a thermos cup." Did I buy the chicken I asked you to buy in the morning?"

"It's all cleaned up in that basin. The old man pointed to the basin on the kitchen counter, "You want to make chicken bean curd?"

Jiang Weiming nodded and began to make minced chicken.

If you want to make chicken bean curd that can be fake, you must be meticulous when hammering the chicken minced food, and there must be no particles. Be sure to hammer the chicken minced to a point that it doesn't look like chicken down, it's delicate enough, and the more delicate the chicken minced chicken is pounded out, the more relaxed it will be when you stir it with the egg whites later.

Although it is also a troublesome and meticulous job, it is definitely a drop in the bucket compared to the previous consommé making. Besides, Jiang Weiming is not the only one in the kitchen now, and the old man also helped hammer the chicken for a while.

The brothers were talking about homely cooking while cooking, which gave Jiang Feng the illusion that chicken bean curd was not difficult to make, as long as it was this and that.

Within two minutes of the chicken bean curd coming out of the pot, when Jiang Weiming was still serving it in a bowl, Professor Li came in smelling.

"Why are you so fragrant, I smell it from afar. Professor Li said with a smile, and when he saw the chicken bean curd on the kitchen counter, he was stunned at first, and then reacted randomly.

"Chicken bean curd?"

"Yes. Jiang Weiming nodded, put the chicken bean curd into the food box, and left with the food box.

"There is still in the pot, and you can serve it yourself. The old man is a man of action, and as he spoke, he put himself a bowl of chicken bean curd.

"I heard from a friend that this chicken bean curd is a chicken without a chicken, and it looks exactly like ordinary bean curd, but I have never believed it. I've eaten this dish before, it's just like, and I can still divide it, but now it seems that I have less knowledge. Professor Li sighed and filled himself a bowl.

"It's not that there is little knowledge, it's that everyone is unwilling to do it now. The old man said, "There are only a few that can be made, and it takes a whole day to make this thing, and if you have the time and energy, you can jump over the wall and make it, who wants to do this." ”

"That is, the third brother is willing to cheapen my group of little rabbit cubs. ”

Jiang Feng, the little rabbit cub who got one of the cheapest: ......

Within two minutes, Jiang Weiming came back, and the old man wanted to help him put out the remaining chicken bean curd in the pot, but Jiang Weiming shook his head and refused, and his rhetoric was exactly the same as when he rejected Jiang Feng later.

The sense of taste is degraded, and there is no need.

Jiang Feng noticed that after Jiang Weiming finished saying that, the old man looked very unhappy, as if he had something to say, but in the end, he held it back.

Then Jiang Feng came in.

Jiang Feng watched the exact same plot that he had personally experienced again, and listened to Jiang Weiming say exactly the same thing to him.

One thing to say, Jiang Feng himself felt that when he first came in, he said that the lie performance of coming in to see if there was any need for help in the kitchen was quite clumsy, and it was no wonder that the old man looked disgusted.

Sure enough, a good actor will only find his shortcomings and make progress after watching his performance repeatedly.

The plot quickly progressed to the memory that Jiang Feng filled the last bit of chicken bean curd in the pot and handed the bowl to Jiang Weiming.

Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Weiming.

Jiang Weiming was looking at Jiang Feng with a smile, just like every elder who was smiling at his favorite juniors eating.

Jiang Feng handed the bowl to Jiang Weiming, and Jiang Weiming was stunned for a moment.

Jiang Weiming rarely has such obvious stunned mood swings that can be seen at a glance, which shows that Jiang Feng's move Jiang Weiming really didn't expect it.

"Third Grandpa, even if you can't taste it, but this is a dish you worked so hard to make, you should eat it. You're the chef of the dish, and if even you're a waste of it, then we're really a waste. ”

Jiang Weiming's expression returned to the state he had when he was smiling, but there seemed to be some other emotions hidden in his eyes.

Not moved, not joyful.

There is a little emotion, a little clarity, and a little relief.

“@*＆%＃......”

Jiang Feng couldn't listen to his own words and the old man's words anymore, he kept staring at Jiang Weiming, as if he had never seen Jiang Weiming, he kept staring, not daring to blink.

He was afraid of missing Jiang Weiming's emotional changes that were already difficult to detect.

After re-experiencing everything he had experienced, Jiang Feng realized that his reaction was actually even slower than he imagined.

"Eat!" The old man's extremely loud word scared Jiang Feng out.

Jiang Weiming smiled.

Jiang Feng once thought that this smile was helpless, because at that time, in his opinion, Jiang Weiming was urged by the three of them to be a little happy, and a little helpless to eat chicken bean curd.

But now, looking at it again from the perspective of a real onlooker, Jiang Feng found that Jiang Weiming's smile looked a little helpless and gratified.

This emotion was a bit complicated, so complicated that it was beyond the vocabulary Jiang Feng had.

If he insisted on describing it, Jiang Feng felt that Jiang Weiming's smile was a bit like a smile that had become an immortal.

It's like a cultivator who, after being troubled by something for decades, suddenly realizes it, sees through it, finally gets what he wants and ascends to the Tao, and after everything is clear, he shows a smile that he knows what it should be but can't describe.

"I eat. Jiang Weiming took a big spoonful of the fruit bowl.

Entrance.

Jiang Feng couldn't see him clearly, and he couldn't see himself clearly.

He left the memory.