The fog dissipated quickly, almost instantaneously, and after the fog cleared, Jiang Feng found himself in the Jiang family's old mansion in Beiping.

It's not from Guanwai, it's from Beiping.

When Jiang Feng first saw this memory, he thought that the old mansion of the Jiang family was referring to the old mansion outside the gate that was sold by Jiang Hengzhong, but he didn't expect it to be this small courtyard house in Beiping.

The provider of this memory is this house, in order to judge his range of activities, Jiang Feng first tried his best to walk everywhere he could, and found that his range of activities was limited to this small courtyard house, and he couldn't even wear through the walls.

The courtyard is not big, it is a small house with a mouthpiece. It was the same as what Jiang Feng had seen in his memory a few times before, and there was not much change.

Because of the large number of children in the family, all the rooms were basically converted into bedrooms, and even the firewood room was piled up in the corner of the kitchen without firewood. Jiang Feng looked around, and finally figured out the structure of this house thoroughly.

Entering the door is the small courtyard in the center, where some sundries are piled up, such as wooden barrels, tricycles, uneaten cabbage, etc., and the ground is not planted with flowers and plants but basic seasonings such as onions, ginger and garlic. There were no flowers planted in the ground, but there were a few flower pots on the wall, and there were some nameless flowers in the flower pots that looked very good, but Jiang Feng couldn't name them.

There are two larger rooms on the left and right sides of the courtyard, judging from the decoration of the rooms, Jiang Feng can probably guess that these two rooms are Jiang Chengde and Jiang Huiqin, and the other three rooms are relatively small, all of which are in the corners and corners where there is not much light, which should be where the seven brothers of the Jiang family live.

The kitchen is in the most corner, relatively small, opaque only two small windows, one to the outside and one to the yard. Jiang Feng had seen this kitchen more than once in his memory before, and its appearance had not changed, small and clean. But Jiang Feng felt that this memory should be earlier than the two memories he had seen about the Jiang family's old mansion before, because there was no big steamer in the kitchen that he saw later.

The old house was also very quiet, quiet, only birds and insects chirping and no voice.

Not a single one.

If Jiang Chengde and several eldest sons are going to work in Taifeng Building, then it is very strange that Jiang Huiqin and the rest of the younger ones are not at home. This house is full of life, although many small objects seem to be very messy, but the chaos is orderly. There are small toys made of cloth tigers and wood in the children's bedrooms, pens, ink, paper and inkstones in the bedrooms of the older children, and there are even junior high school textbooks on the table in Jiang Huiqin's room.

This shouldn't be a house with no people.

It should be filled with laughter and the breath of life.

Just when Jiang Feng wondered where everyone went, the door opened.

Earlier than the door, Jiang Huiqin's silver bell-like laughter was heard, and there was a childish child's voice that was obviously from a child.

Coupled with this house that is not at all beautiful, exquisite, luxurious, and stylish, but it is antique and has a sense of age, Jiang Feng instantly remembered the excerpt of Dream of Red Mansions that he read in a high school Chinese textbook.

Dan's lips smelled before he smiled.

Of course, Jiang Huiqin is not Wang Xifeng, Wang Xifeng will not wear a student uniform, holding the youngest nephew who is obviously an old man in his left hand, followed by two small radish heads on the left and right, and a vegetable basket full of vegetables on his right arm.

Jiang Huiqin led her nephews to buy groceries.

Jiang Feng felt that Jiang Weiguo was only about two or three years old at this time, and it was no wonder that Jiang Huiqin was still in school.

As soon as he entered the house, Jiang Huiqin put Jiang Weiguo on the ground and let him walk by himself, while he shook his left arm, which was already very sore, and walked straight to the kitchen with a vegetable basket.

"Auntie, aunt, aunt, what are we going to eat at night?" Jiang Weiyou and Jiang Weiping persistently followed behind Jiang Huiqin and asked what they were going to eat tonight.

"Eat fried cabbage, and the rest depends on what kind of dish your father brings when he comes back in the evening. Jiang Huiqin walked into the kitchen and began to wash the vegetables.

After washing the dishes, Jiang Huiqin began to clean the house again, sweeping the floor, wiping the table, wiping the cabinet, and tidying up the room that was messed up by several nephews, without stopping for a moment. It wasn't until nightfall, when it was getting darker, that she went into the kitchen and steamed a bowl of eggs for a few little radish heads, including herself. Each person has a small bowl and a small spoon, sitting in a row in the courtyard while watching the stars and moon, and eating fragrant steamed eggs.

So far, Jiang Feng didn't see anything in this section that was worthy of the special memory of this old mansion.

It feels like the ordinary life of the Jiang family, and it is estimated that everyone lives like this every day, until the days pass day by day, the children grow up day by day, Jiang Huiqin talks about marriage, and marrying the Li family will change.

After eating the steamed eggs, Jiang Huiqin washed the dishes and spoons, Jiang Weiyou, Jiang Weiping and Jiang Weiguo were arguing in the courtyard and asking Jiang Huiqin to tell them stories.

Jiang Huiqin didn't stop doing anything, and when she entered the room, she took out the Chinese textbook and read it to them.

Jiang Feng: ?

Grandma, you really have you!

In just a few minutes, the three originally noisy radish heads were drowsy by Jiang Huiqin's reading of the Chinese textbook - because Jiang Huiqin was reading classical Chinese.

After subduing the three little radish heads, Jiang Huiqin leaned back in her chair and quietly watched the moon with a comfortable face, waiting for her brother and the rest of her nephews to come home for dinner.

Jiang Feng and Jiang Huiqin looked at the moon like this, watching the moon rise higher and higher, hanging in the night sky to emit full moonlight, making the surrounding stars extremely dim.

Jiang Huiqin yawned.

"What time has it been, why hasn't my brother come back yet?" Jiang Huiqin muttered, obviously waiting a little impatiently, she got up straight into the kitchen and fried a plate of cabbage, and went to the room to call the three radish heads who were playing happily out to eat.

White rice with cabbage, light and filling.

The three little radish heads did not dislike it, obviously they were very hungry, and they first picked up half a bowl of rice while holding the rice bowl and then began to eat the tasteless and oily cabbage. Although the cabbage does not look good, the three radish heads are very popular, and they are very happy to eat and very focused.

On the contrary, Jiang Huiqin has been looking at the door frequently, obviously wondering why Jiang Chengde and they haven't come back yet.

Finally, the door opened.

Jiang Huiqin, who had only eaten half a bowl of rice, put down her chopsticks and ran to the door, not forgetting to complain as she ran: "Brother, why did you come back so late today, Wei You, Wei Ping, Wei Guo, the three of them are almost hungry." ”

"There are a lot of customers in the store today. Jiang Chengde was obviously tired, and he didn't want to say more, so he motioned to his eldest son to bring out the dishes in the lunch box with his eyes, and walked to the table first to pour a bowl of water to drink.

"There's no water in the pot, I'll go to the kitchen and pour water for you, you can sit down first." Jiang Huiqin walked quickly to the kitchen to pour water for Jiang Chengde, and Jiang Weize and Jiang Weijin took out the dishes in the lunch box and served them to the table.

Although it was specially brought back from Taifeng Building, it was not a particularly good dish. Jiang Feng looked at it, three of the four dishes were vegan, and one plate with some meat slices added was considered flower meat. Although it has been in the lunch box for a long time, it has been made by water vapor and far less than when it was just out of the pot, but it is also better than Jiang Huiqin's fried cabbage.

The family began to sit around and eat together.

"By the way, Huiqin, I heard two days ago that your school is going to hold a drama performance recently, have you participated?" Jiang Chengde suddenly asked.

"No, if I did, I would have to spend a lot of time practicing and rehearsing every day, so I don't have that much time. Besides, I don't think it's interesting to act in a drama, so the school might as well organize us to go to the movies together. Jiang Huiqin said.

Jiang Chengde shook his head helplessly: "You are so beautiful, you still watch movies, and you don't need money for movie tickets?"

Jiang Huiqin made a grimace at Jiang Chengde: "What's wrong with charging dozens of oceans of tuition a year and organizing us to watch a free movie?"

"Auntie, I want to watch a movie too, I haven't seen a movie yet!" Jiang Weiping raised his little head.

Jiang Huiqin smiled and touched his head: "You can't even understand the story told by your aunt, and you definitely can't understand the movie." There's nothing to watch in the movie, so tomorrow my aunt will come back from school and bring you sugar twist, okay?"

"Okay!" Jiang Weiping was very happy.

After eating, Jiang Huiqin didn't help wash the dishes, the bowls were washed by Jiang Weize and Jiang Weiming. Jiang Huiqin mysteriously pulled Jiang Chengde, who originally wanted to go back to the room to rest, into her room, took out a small cloth bag from the cabinet, layer upon layer, unraveled layer after layer, and finally revealed a small tin box.

"Brother, didn't you say last time that Mr. Peng gave our family a box of good tea, and our family didn't give him a gift back? Look at this!" Jiang Huiqin handed the tin box to Jiang Chengde like a treasure, Jiang Chengde opened the box and found that it was a box of tea inside.

Jiang Chengde took a closer look and sniffed it, revealing a look of surprise: "Where did you get such a good aged Pu'er?"

"Ming Yi gave it to me today, he didn't know where to inquire that you like to drink Pu'er, and it took a lot of effort to get this small can of good aged Pu'er. I don't know who passed it on, you don't like tea at all, but I can't refuse to accept it when he gives it to me, you can take him to Master Peng tomorrow as a return gift. Jiang Huiqin said.

"This was given by Mingyi, and it's not good for me to take it and give it to others. Jiang Chengde was a little embarrassed.

"I told him everything, he doesn't mind, make the best use of it. Jiang Huiqin wrapped the tea again, "Tomorrow I will take a beautiful box and wrap this tea and put it on the table outside, remember to take it before you go to Yonghe Ju." ”

"Hmm. Jiang Chengde nodded in agreement, turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Jiang Huiqin again.

"By the way, brother, I've always wanted to ask you. Didn't you discuss cooking with Mr. Peng when you first started discussing cooking with other gentlemen two years ago? I remember that you discussed for more than two months at that time, and Mr. Peng often came to our house, so why do you go to Mr. Peng every day to discuss?"

"Originally, it was supposed to be over, but I found some time ago that there were still some small flaws, so I wanted to communicate with Master Peng again. Jiang Chengde explained.

"Is it useful?" Jiang Huiqin was puzzled.

"It worked. ”

Seeing that Jiang Huiqin's expression was still a little disbelieving, Jiang Chengde smiled and said, "What, don't believe your brother and me?"

Jiang Huiqin shook her head: "No, it's just that everyone's cooking skills are learned by themselves, for fear that other people's families will steal their own unique learning." I've never heard of mutual learning and discussion, and during this time, some classmates have been asking me what have you been doing in the past few years? ”

"And I don't think there's any difference between what you're cooking and what you're cooking before. Jiang Huiqin's words can be said to be quite straightforward.

"There will be a difference. Jiang Chengde smiled, "There will be soon." ”