The kitchen is still unchanged as before, but one second Jiang Feng was still in the kitchen of Fenyuan ten years ago, and the next second he appeared in the kitchen more than ten years later. This kind of time and space in the same place in a short period of time gives him a bit of the chaos caused by the interweaving of dreams and reality, virtual exchange and reality.

This confusion made Jiang Feng a little unclear for a while, whether he was in memory or reality, he subconsciously glanced at the location of the big oven, and only after seeing the oven was relieved.

Well, it's true that it left memory.

Jiang Feng clicked on the attribute panel and flipped to the recipe column, and sure enough, this time it was Xia Muqi's recipe that was lit up.

Shamuqi (3/4)

【Apple Scones Grade A】

Maker: Shamuqi

Details: This is a very creative and imaginative dish called apple pie, which is actually apple scone. Under limited conditions, the maker inadvertently created this troublesome but delicious dessert with his super high cooking skills and full imagination, just to make the little apprentice happy. Because of the meaning behind it, this delicious scone dish is an unforgettable taste for users, and eating it on their birthday will bring good luck all day long.

Number of times a week can be crafted (0/1)

Jiang Feng: !

Unexpectedly, this is still a metaphysical dish.

I just don't know which is stronger than the apple scone that can be made once a week or the lucky buff of carrot beef stew that can only be made once in a hundred days.

Jiang Feng felt that it should be better than the lucky buff of carrot beef stew, although that dish could only be made once in a hundred days, but it could be eaten at any time. This apple scone is limited to birthdays and must be eaten on the birthday to trigger the buff.

Just when Jiang Feng was thinking about who was about to celebrate his birthday recently, and used him as a guinea pig to try the lucky buff, the mobile phone vibrate.

Zhang Guanghang sent a new message.

Zhang Guanghang: You rarely have a break today, so don't come to the store to give me the keys and boxes later. You put the key on the kitchen cabinet, don't put the box in the kitchen, the kitchen cabinet is a little damp, please put it on the bedside table in my master's room. Wait a minute, I'll draw you a picture of the location of my master's room, the key to the room is in the three lockers on the left side of the kitchen door.

Jiang Feng didn't need Zhang Guanghang to draw a schematic diagram for him at all, where Xia Muqi's room was, he had seen it in his memory just now. Without waiting for Zhang Guanghang to send the picture, Jiang Feng found the innermost key in the third cabinet from the left of the door according to the message he had just sent.

Although the key is in the cupboard, it looks new and undusted, and it is obvious that it is used regularly.

Grabbing the key and holding the small tin box, Jiang Feng walked towards Xia Muqi's room.

While walking Jiang Feng, he sighed, I don't know if it was Xia Muqi who finally began to seriously plan the structure of the house in the following years, or whether in fact, the structure of these houses was planned by Zhang Guanghang when he grew up. Now the design of the Fenyuan residential area is much more reasonable than before, there are not so many strange room layouts with only one bed or only one TV, and the overall look is very normal, similar to the Li Mansion, which is a typical luxury mansion that reveals simplicity.

Before going to Xia Muqi's room again, Jiang Feng deliberately went around Zhang Guanghang's room and took a look through the window.

The room is very tidy, the small bed has been replaced by a large bed, not only the wall has been pasted with wallpaper, the desk has become a computer desk, there is also an LCD TV hanging on the wall, and the wardrobe has also changed from a standing cabinet to a cabinet embedded in the wall structure.

Suffice it to say, this room has not changed except for the area, and the contents have become almost the same.

On the contrary, Xia Muqi's room has not changed at all.

The furniture is still those furniture, some new ones have been added but the old furniture has not been thrown away, and it can be seen at a glance that it has been used for many years, and the wood paint on the cabinets is a little mottled.

Although Xia Muqi is no longer in this room and is destined to be unoccupied, this room is obviously cleaned every day, spotless, and the quilt is folded and placed on the bed as if waiting to bring someone back to live at any time.

Jiang Feng thought about it and decided to put this iron box on the bedside table.

More than ten years ago, there was no bedside table in Xia Muqi's room, but now there is not only a bedside table, but also a lot of things on the bedside table. The first thing Jiang Feng saw was the urn of ashes he was familiar with, but the ashes inside were no longer there.

This Jiang Feng knew that before Xia Muqi died, he instructed Zhang Guanghang to bury Li Fen's ashes with him. Zhang Guanghang found a new jar and buried Li Fen's ashes in Xia Muqi's tomb, leaving the old jar at the head of the bed.

In addition to the urn of ashes, there is a photograph on the bedside table, a drinking glass and a clean plastic packing box.

The photo is the one that Jiang Feng saw in his memory that Xia Muqi and Zhang Guanghang took together.

The photo and the water cup will be placed on the bedside table Jiang Feng can understand, but how can this packing box be placed on the bedside table, it is still strange.

The more Jiang Feng looked at it, the more he felt that this packing box seemed to be from Taifeng Building.

Comrade Wang Xiulian specially customized the signboard packaging box of Taifeng Building in order to highlight it, and the three words of Taifeng Building were engraved under the box as a logo. Jiang Feng picked up the packing box and looked at it deliberately, and there were three words Taifeng Building at the bottom of the box, which was the packing box of Taifeng Building.

What do you do with the packing box on the bedside table?

Jiang Feng put the packing box back on the bedside table, gently pushed it back into its original position, and touched the junction between the lid and the box when he pushed it.

"Ding, get [a memory of Xia Muqi]. ”

Jiang Feng: ???

Jiang Feng couldn't help but look at this packing box again, this was a very ordinary packing box, and it was produced by Taifeng Building.

I just don't know if Zhang Guanghang deliberately put this packing box, or if Xia Muqi didn't move Zhang Guanghang before his death.

Now that the things have been put away, it is time for Jiang Feng to leave and put the key back.

Jiang Feng glanced at the photo in the frame again.

He remembered the French sentence he had seen in his memory that he couldn't understand written by Zhang Guanghang.

Although he knew that this was not good, he really wanted to know what Zhang Guanghang had written. He also deliberately wrote on the back of the photo he gave to Xia Muqi as a birthday gift in French that Xia Muqi could not read.

Jiang Feng gently closed the door and went straight to the dining room.

Ji Xia has finished eating, Jiang Junqing and Jiang Junlian are still cleaning the battlefield and are in the process of liquidating for the final finishing touches.

Jiang Feng secretly said that it was not good, and stopped Jiang Junlian who was about to pour the soup of Safuro chicken into the bowl and prepare to make rice.

"Wait!" Jiang Feng shouted.

Jiang Junlian's hand-holding stopped in the air and didn't dare to move.

Jiang Feng took the plate from her hand and glanced at it, and found that there was indeed nothing left in it except soup. The apple pomace was gone, the chicken skin was gone, the bones were piled up on the table, and it was clear that the sisters had cleaned the battlefield very cleanly.

Jiang Junlian: ?

Under Jiang Junlian's confused gaze, Jiang Feng gritted his teeth and poured a mouthful of thick soup on the plate.

Three: ???

Buff belly, Jiang Feng went straight to the kitchen without saying a word, washed the oil on his hands and dried the water, and returned to Xia Muqi's room again, leaving the three people in the dining room, looking confused, looking at each other, not daring to speak.

"Are we in too much of a hurry?" Jiang Junlian showed a look of annoyance, "Didn't the little brother come back from eating enough and wanted to eat more, and then found that there was no food and could only drink vegetable soup." ”

Jiang Junqing suddenly realized, and then fell into despair: "It's over, we have eaten all the dishes today, the little brother is so hungry that he can only drink vegetable soup, will the little brother not cook for us in the future?"

For a moment, an air of despair enveloped the entire dining room.

Jiang Feng, the initiator, didn't know about this.

He was carefully disassembling the frame, for fear of damaging the old frame.

Luckily, everything went well.

Jiang Feng finally understood the line of words on the back of the photo.

Spend every birthday with grandpa.

He even saw the big smiling face behind the sentence.

Youthful, brilliant, sunny and happy.