At noon the next day, Han Guishan sent a WeChat message to tell Jiang Feng that the rice bran he wanted was done.

After receiving the phone call yesterday, Han Guishan's assistant rushed to a nearby county and township overnight, collected several hundred catties of late rice ripening at the end of November from the local villagers, and personally supervised the grinding of 10 catties of chaff with only chaff and rice husks, and not a single grain of rice was mixed in.

Jiang Feng really wanted to know how much Han Guishan's assistant had to pay a monthly salary so that he could do his best and die.

Judging from the pictures sent by Han Guishan, the rice bran selected by the assistant fully met Jiang Feng's requirements.

Jiang Feng felt that tonight was the moment for him to complete the side quest.

After being excited for a day, Jiang Feng went to Han Guishan's house in advance, and arrived early at half past six, and unexpectedly met Han Youxin, who was being taught by Han Guishan because of stealing snacks.

When Han Guishan opened the door to Jiang Feng, Han Youxin cried with the chocolate bar in his mouth.

"Still crying, saying that you are a little man and like to cry more than other little girls, how many times have you cried these days? Your mobile phone has been confiscated for 3 days, and you dare to leave the driver and go to the supermarket to buy snacks by yourself, do you know how dangerous it is for you to be alone outside as a child? Your mother went to the Netherlands today, and no one will see you crying! Go upstairs, go to my homework, spit out what is in your mouth and go up again!" After Han Guishan opened the door to Jiang Feng, he continued to scold Han Youxin and drove him upstairs to do his homework.

Han Youxin still had tears on his face, and while inhaling loudly, he reluctantly spit out the chocolate bar in his mouth, and glared at Jiang Feng angrily before going upstairs.

Tears are written all over the seven words that you are the culprit.

Jiang Feng: ???

When did he provoke this little fat man? He didn't even say anything about him when he ate egg custard in the back kitchen of Chenfeng Elementary School before, it was Teacher Zhou who educated him!

"Xiao Jiang, my son is not sensible and spoiled by his mother, come, come and see if this rice bran is okay. Han Guishan warmly greeted Jiang Feng to the kitchen.

Jiang Feng didn't have much research on rice bran, so he grabbed a handful and looked at it, combined with the way it was made, it was already very primitive. If you want to get closer to what Han Guishan ate back then, you can only sprinkle some sand into it, and go directly to the hospital after a meal.

"It's been very good. Jiang Feng praised heartily.

The two exchanged a few more polite words, and Jiang Feng began to make pickled vegetable dumplings.

Seeing Jiang Feng do it for a few days, Han Guishan was already familiar with the production steps.

But today is a little different, Jiang Feng did not make noodles first, but boiled rice cereal first.

This step is exactly the same as the steps of Han Guishan's A-Niang who made pickled vegetable dumplings at the beginning!

Han Guishan is a native of Shenzhen, 79 years ago, Shenshi was just a small fishing village that was so poor that he had many children and could not support him at all. Han Guishan's father is an only son, he has two older brothers above, seven younger sisters below, ten children in the family, counting children and the elderly, barely 4 laborers. Han Guishan's mother gave birth too often, and when she gave birth to his little sister, she injured her body again, and died when she was fourteen years old.

Han Guishan has never eaten rice since he was 6 years old, but his father's fishing family can't even drink a mouthful of fish soup, the family usually drinks thin water-like paste with wild vegetables, and can only eat dry during the New Year. It was also because of the perennial extreme malnutrition, his father died of overwork before he was fifty, and his two elder brothers also died young in their 40s before they could enjoy much happiness, and only he and his youngest three sisters have survived until now.

Han Guishan remembered that every year during the Chinese New Year, his aunt would take out the treasured rice bran and cook a pot of paste first, and then add a little rice bran to boil the paste into it when making pickled vegetable dumplings, so that the cornmeal would not cut her throat so much.

At that time, other people's homes were filled with the smell of fish during the Chinese New Year, and their family smelled the fish and ate pickled vegetable dumplings, and there was something in their stomachs that could warm them until dawn.

Han Guishan watched Jiang Feng make pickled vegetable dumplings, but his thoughts had already drifted to other places, and when he came back to his senses, he was surprised how he remembered the past.

It's been a long time since he was a child, since his father, brother, and sister passed away one after another, Han Guishan has been very shy about his days in Shenzhen. In order not to think of the days when his relatives were there when he was a child, Han Guishan moved to City A, cut everything with Shenzhen City cleanly, and never mentioned Shenzhen City when he reunited with his three younger sisters.

"Xiao Jiang, you ...... Why did you suddenly think of adding rice bran. Han Guishan asked.

"I asked my grandfather and he said that when he was a kid, he would add rice cereal to cornmeal to prevent cornmeal from cutting his throat. Jiang Feng replied nonsense, I can't say that your great-grandmother did this, so I did the same.

Jiang Feng kneaded the dough into the same size and put it in the steamer.

Because the quality of the cornmeal is so bad, even though Jiang Feng has kneaded the dough very delicately and added a lot of rice cereal, it still feels very rough to the touch. Not to mention eating, it must be cutting your throat and grinding your tongue.

When the pickled vegetable dumplings were steamed and out of the pot, Jiang Feng was a little hesitant to serve them out.

From the appearance to the touch, these twelve pickled vegetable dumplings can be said to be useless.

Han Guishan felt as if he had returned to his childhood, during the Chinese New Year, he and his brothers and sisters, ten brothers and sisters, and his father, grandma and aunt sat together, waiting for the twelve pickled vegetable dumplings in the pot. Grandma would always divide half of her pickled vegetable dumplings among the three boys, and the ninth and tenth sisters were still young at that time, and each of them could be full with half a dumpling. Everyone is gobbling and biting, and it's the happiest time of the year.

Now, the same twelve pickled dumplings.

Han Guishandao's eyes turned red.

Han Guishan took out his mobile phone and called his little sister.

"Hey, brother, what's wrong call me at this time. "Han Guishan's little sister is a good fate among the children, and she has developed in Shenzhen after only ten years of poverty, went to school, and is now a middle school art teacher.

"During the Chinese New Year, call your ninth sister and eighth sister, let's go back to Shenzhen City to see our parents, grandpa and grandma, eldest brother and second brother, and fourth sister, fifth sister, sixth sister and seventh sister, I haven't passed for many years, and I don't know what happened to the old house at home. Han Guishan said.

"Brother...... You...... Well, you haven't been back to see them in years. ”

"Hmmm......"

"Ding, complete the side quest [Precious Memories] and get the quest reward item [A Memory of Han Guishan Road]. ”

Jiang Feng didn't react.

Because Han Guishan cried.

A big man with a successful career, worth more than one billion, and over 50 years old, hung up the phone and squatted on the ground with his head buried in his arms and cried loudly.

Jiang Feng was a little stupefied.

Han Youxin had been hearing movement upstairs, and when he ran down and saw that his own father was crying more exaggerated than his own in the past two days combined, he was miserable, and he immediately glared at Jiang Feng angrily and shouted, "What did you do to my father?"

Then Han Youxin saw the pickled vegetable dumplings on the table.

He had been eating the pickled vegetable dumplings for two days, and it only took one glance for him to see that the pickled vegetable dumplings on the table were more unpalatable than the previous two days combined.

Han Youxin felt that he had found the truth.

"You must have made the grass dumplings so unpalatable that my dad cried!" Han Youxin's little fat man said categorically.

"Little rabbit cub, what nonsense are you talking about!" Han Guishan was just too sad, not deaf, and choked up and reprimanded Han Youxin, "Xiao Jiang, don't care, I just lost a little bit of a gaffe, sorry, I won't send it this time." ”

"No, no, no. Jiang Feng said again and again, and left the Han family in an almost floating state.