Chapter 768: Chapter 767: Four Sheets of Paper Chapter 768: Chapter 767: Four Sheets of Paper Having acquired two sets of mories in one go, Jiang Feng suddenly lost interest in eating and just wanted to check out the fresh mories. When he entered the dining room, the three hadn’t started eating yet, all eyeing the dishes on the table as if they had already selected their targets for attack.
“Why haven’t you started eating yet?” Jiang Feng asked with a smile, having just delayed quite a bit of ti ssing around with stuff and washing his hands.
“Brother, you worked so hard to cook, we definitely have to wait for you to join us before starting!” Jiang Junlian imdiately said.
Jiang Feng’s eyes instantly moistened, such a sweet cousin she was, even knowing that she was fibbing, he was still touched.
Deeply moved, Jiang Feng picked up his chopsticks and served Jiang Junlian a large piece of braised pork, smiling, “Eat more, let’s start eating.”
The three imdiately began to feast.
Jiang Feng had a pancake roll and a bowl of soup noodles for breakfast and wasn’t hungry at all. He sampled all the dishes on the table except for the braised pork. Although his cooking skills were decent now and the dishes tasted alright, he always felt sothing was missing.
How should I put it, although he tackled Western cuisine today, there was not a single dish that tasted like it was Western food.
It might’ve been because they were using chopsticks instead of a fork and knife.
“Brother, this apple-roasted chicken of yours is really delicious!” Jiang Junlian, halfway through her al, felt it was ti to show off her own talent.
“Right, right, right, I think this stir-fried egg is also tasty, it looks especially nice served in an eggshell, and the fried fish is good too,” Jiang Junqing expressed her agreent.
Ji Xia didn’t have the habit of praising the food while eating, but since Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing had both complinted the dishes, she went along with the local custom and casually praised one as well.
“The braised pork is delicious.”
Jiang Feng: …
Who could have thought? Among the three, it was Ji Xia, who seed the most perfunctory, who actually praised the right dish.
Midway through dinner, Zhang Guanghang ssaged Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng put down his chopsticks and started chatting with Zhang Guanghang, gradually forgetting about his al.
Zhang Guanghang told Jiang Feng that the stuff Ji Xia had cleaned out was indeed mostly useless junk. Jiang Feng could help throw it away if he was willing, just keeping the small tin box with the piece of paper inside was enough.
As for the snuff bottle that Jiang Junqing had found looking like it was made of jade , it was actually a rather high-end imitation. Years ago, Xia Mushi had thought it was a rare item and bought it at a high price. After getting it appraised and realizing he had been tricked, he didn’t have the heart to throw it away and in a fit of anger chucked it into the storeroom to be ignored; afterward, he forgot about it, leaving it there till today.
Zhang Guanghang said to Jiang Feng that if Jiang Junqing liked it, she could take it away. That thing wasn’t really worth anything—selling it now would at most net a couple of ten thousand yuan.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Feng, whose combined total in his bank account, Alipay, and WeChat balance fell short of twenty thousand yuan, shed the tears of poverty.
Because of that snuff bottle, Zhang Guanghang suddenly beca talkative. He told Jiang Feng that there were quite a few high-quality imitation cultural relics in those two storerooms, just like the snuff bottle, all things that Xia Mushi looked at with annoyance but couldn’t bring himself to discard. Back when the antique craze was at its peak, Xia Mushi had followed the trend and bought quite a few. However, not being a connoisseur and lacking proper cultivation in this area, he was badly swindled, and the items in the storeroom were the “stupidity tax” Xia Mushi paid at that ti.
Regarding this, Jiang Feng could only think that it was lucky they were living in a society governed by the rule of law; otherwise, in Xia Mushi’s younger days, a swindler might have the life to swindle him but not the life to spend the money.
As they chatted, Jiang Feng suddenly rembered that the knife that could bring out mories might not be ordinary. After all, objects capable of bringing out mories would have a history that left an indelible mark on people.
Jiang Feng: By the way, Xiaxia also found a knife covered in rust. It looks quite unique, not like a common knife, and it seems to be quite old. Should I keep it for you?
Zhang Guanghang: ?
Zhang Guanghang: Send a photo, I didn’t notice it earlier.
Jiang Feng glanced at the dishes on the table, most of which had already been eaten, and left a ssage, “You guys keep eating, I’ll go find sothing,” and headed straight for the warehouse.
The rusty knife was placed alone in a corner. Jiang Feng walked over, squatted down, took five continuous shots of the knife, and sent them all to Zhang Guanghang.
Zhang Guanghang studied it for a long ti but couldn’t make heads or tails of it. To him, it seed like an ordinary, rusty knife that could be thrown away, utterly useless and unmorable. But since Jiang Feng had ntioned it, he asked Jiang Feng to keep the knife for now.
At the end, Zhang Guanghang also specifically reminded Jiang Feng to put the tin box in the kitchen cabinet, stating he would co back to get it that night.
Only then did Jiang Feng truly beco interested in the tin box.
If the box contained neat stacks of sticky notes, he might have thought of it as a box full of mories, but what was inside clearly appeared to be crumpled, then folded open, papers that seed like discarded drafts, which hardly seed to harbor any pleasant mories.
But since Zhang Guanghang said so, Jiang Feng did as he was told, taking the tin box into the kitchen, planning to put it in the first and most conspicuous cabinet ant for large condints.
The mont he was about to close the cabinet door, Jiang Feng couldn’t suppress his curiosity. Although he felt it might be a bit inappropriate, he still took the tin box back out again, wanting to open it and see what was so different about those few pieces of scrap paper inside.
After opening the box, Jiang Feng was surprised to find that he could actually understand the French written on it.
It was as if he were looking at subtitles created by a very realistic translation team, with Chinese translations seems to automatically appear under the incomprehensible French, allowing Jiang Feng to easily comprehend the words.
Jiang Feng was stunned for a mont before he realized that this was the buff from Shafu Roast Chicken.
A French language buff that seed quite insignificant, but which had a small effect at a mont like this.
Even though he understood it, the text on the paper was still baffling.
The first sheet said to make a cream cake.
The second sheet instructed to write a hymn of praise.
The third sheet asked for a group photo.
The fourth was gibberish.
The fourth sheet was incredibly short, so brief that it didn’t even form a sentence. Jiang Feng thought perhaps Zhang Guanghang had only written a few words at the ti and had not continued writing, which might be why it had turned into gibberish.
Based on the first three sheets, it felt like the writings were akin to a foreign elentary school student’s howork.
Don’t ask why it reminds him of a foreign elentary school student’s howork. The popular science articles Jiang Feng read during his school years made him believe that the assignnts of such students were incredibly fascinating, involving tasks like making windmills or picking potatoes—anything but howork.
Jiang Feng fail to see any reason why these few sheets of paper needed to be carefully preserved and saved.
In his view, they were just very ordinary pieces of paper with writing on them, expressing neither hopes nor dreams, just feeling like a few simple plans, little tasks that were easy to accomplish. Even the paper felt like the cheap scratch paper he used for drafting howork as a child.
Jiang Junqing, Jiang Junlian and Ji Xia were still dining, and it wasn’t likely that they would venture into the kitchen anyti soon.
After reading the papers, Jiang Feng’s curiosity grew even stronger. Originally, he had planned to go back ho in the afternoon and review the mory alone, but he couldn’t wait any longer and just stood in the kitchen, opening his attribute panel to locate “Zhang Guanghang’s Piece of mory” and clicked yes.
A foggy haze.
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