"No, no, no, this is absolutely not possible, there has never been such a reason, the craftsmanship is all family heirlooms, how can you communicate at will? I don't need you, and you don't come to me again. ”

Before the fog cleared, Jiang Feng heard a series of words full of rejection in his voice.

"Master Peng, Master Peng......"

The fog lifted.

Jiang Feng saw Jiang Chengde, who was slightly younger than in his previous memory, pushed out by a middle-aged man who looked a little familiar, but was generally very unfamiliar, and must have never seen it before.

Jiang Feng was at the door of Yonghe Residence, he was standing inside the door with a middle-aged man he had never seen, and Jiang Chengde was pushed out of the door just now.

Jiang Feng tentatively took two steps out, and found that he really couldn't go out, the memory of the house was not good, and the range of activities was too limited.

"Master Peng, think about it again. Jiang Chengde's posture is very low, and at first glance, he is asking for others.

Known as Master Peng, the person who was suspected to be Peng Changping's grandfather waved his hand decisively, looking impossible: "Impossible, this matter has nothing to consider." ”

"Xiao Jiang, I admire you very much, there is a discussion of everything, but this matter is not discussed. Not only did I not discuss it here, but I tell you, you will never find a person in the entire Beiping City who will agree with your idea, Arabian Nights, don't even think about it!"

Very decisive.

Master Peng closed the door of Yongheju with a "bang", locked Jiang Chengde outside, and was about to go to the kitchen without looking back.

"Dad, aren't we going to open the door for business today......? Did Boss Lu agree to the closing of the door?" Peng Changping's father, the young version of Master Peng, whom Jiang Feng had seen in the kitchen before, timidly poked his head out of the kitchen and whispered.

Master Peng: ......

"You go open the door. Old Master Peng left this sentence angrily, patted his pants, and went into the kitchen.

Master Peng could only silently walk to the door and reopen the door.

Jiang Chengde was still outside the door and didn't leave, the two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was indescribably embarrassing.

"Master Jiang, my father won't agree, you better go back first, Taifeng Building will be open for business today, right?" Master Peng persuaded with kind words.

Jiang Chengde, who had eaten a closed door, looked a little depressed, this was the first time Jiang Feng had seen his grandfather, who had always been calm and serious, and even a little wooden, showing such an expression.

"Master Peng, do you think my idea is wrong?" Jiang Chengde was not only depressed, but also a little confused.

"I can't say. Master Peng squeezed out a smile, "I actually heard what you said to my father just now, it is indeed a fantasy, and there has never been such a precedent." ”

"But I think it's a good idea. Master Peng smiled, "It's just that it's impossible on my family's side, our two families are so similar, how can it be passed on to outsiders if they are all family heirlooms, and you don't worship my father as a teacher." And I think you're good at cooking now, just practice your own, there's no need to learn other dishes. ”

"What are you doing outside, little rabbit cub, how long have you been leaving the door open, why don't you come in and help me, do you want to exhaust your father and me?" Old Master Peng's scolding came from the kitchen behind.

"My dad urged me, I won't tell you anymore. Really, if you really want to do it, try something else, my dad won't agree, don't come again. After saying that, Master Peng hurried back to the kitchen, leaving Jiang Chengde standing at the door of Yongheju.

Jiang Chengde stood at the door for a while and left.

A fog.

Jiang Feng: ???

Is Yongheju getting older and starting to forget and can't even remember all the memories, what kind of thing is this?

If this is compared to a TV series, Jiang Feng feels that he has just watched the opening song and the result is gone.

Then Jiang Feng realized that something was not quite right.

He's been in the fog all the time.

Under normal circumstances, the fog in the memory will be unstable, as short as a few seconds, as long as two or three minutes, and the fog out of the memory is usually very short, at most seven or eight seconds.

He said that he had been in the fog for more than a minute and showed no signs of dispersing, but it was getting thicker and thicker.

Could it be that this is not forgetfulness, Alzheimer's disease, or the torch that burned Yongheju's brain back then, so the memory is confused.

Jiang Feng usually stood still in the room, but this time the fog was too weird, even weirder than Sun Maocai's memory last time, and Jiang Feng began to walk around.

Then he heard the voice, and walked in the direction of the sound, and the voice became clearer and clearer, it was Jiang Chengde's voice.

"Master Peng, I may have been too reckless yesterday, but after I went back, I thought about it carefully, and I think we can ......"

The sound disappeared, as if he had suddenly run forward, Jiang Feng hurriedly quickened his pace and walked forward, chasing the disappearing sound.

"Master Peng, if you don't feel at ease, we can start with communication first, I ...... yesterday"

Run again.

"Master Peng, I have a new idea here, you can take a look at ......"

Go on.

"Master Peng, do you want to think about it......"

Don't stop.

"Master Peng......"

“......”

Jiang Feng felt that he was extremely tired, he began to gasp for breath, began to sweat, and began to feel tired, this was the first time he had such a real feeling in his memory. Although he couldn't see anything in the fog, Jiang Feng felt that the process of running just now was to keep pushing open one door after another, and in each gate was Jiang Chengde's persuasion to Master Peng, day after day, every running was the passage of time.

He had no way to judge the direction, he couldn't see the road ahead, and he didn't even know how many miles he had run, so he could only run forward by feeling, abandoning all judgment, and chasing the intermittent and unfinished words by feeling.

Finally, Jiang Feng felt that he couldn't run anymore.

The words he could hear were getting shorter and shorter, and at first there might be complete sentences, then they became more than half sentences, half sentences, small half sentences, a few words, and at the end there were even a few trills that did not even exist.

Jiang Feng stopped and gasped for breath.

He was so tired, he had never been so tired, he felt like he was going to run out of breath.

"Master Jiang, what do you want?" This was Peng Changping's father's voice, and in front of him, Jiang Feng staggered forward a few steps, his tired legs trembling.

But he was still moving forward, as if he was going to chase something.

He didn't even know why he was going further.

He knew that Jiang Chengde's sentence Master Peng was to pursue what he wanted in his heart, to communicate, to learn, and to preach.

But for what?

He is just a spectator, he can't even see, he can only hear, he can't hear completely, in a fog, why is he running?

Jiang Feng felt that he must be for something, something that inexplicably had nothing to do with all of this.

"You say, it's not learning, it's not asking for advice, it's communication. You said that you wouldn't sell any of the dishes you learned in Tai Fung Building, and you were willing to take out Jiang's ginseng soup in exchange, but you couldn't use it after learning it, so why did you learn it?"

Jiang Feng was still moving forward.

"I don't know. This is Jiang Chengde's voice.

"But I knew I had to learn, because only when I learned could I know what I really wanted. ”

Jiang Feng left the memory.