The Game of Life-Chapter 808 - 807 Roast Duck Grade A
Chapter 808: Chapter 807: Roast Duck Grade A
Chapter 808: Chapter 807: Roast Duck Grade A
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Jiang Feng felt that if it weren’t for Comrade Zhao LanHua’s last sentence, this memory would definitely be a sweet love story. But with that last line, it felt a bit like a horror love story.
Perhaps this is what they call marriage being the grave of love.
Jiang Feng opened the attribute panel and located the list of recipes. As expected, Sir had gained another recipe, finally boasting an A-grade dish with satisfaction.
Jiang Weiguo (3/4)
[Roast Duck A-grade]
Creator: Jiang Weiguo
Dish Details: This is a long-standing famous dish from the north. The creator, relying on his exceptional culinary skills and rare patience, made this dish delicious even when the raw materials were somewhat subpar. Due to the special timing of its consumption, this dish became something Zhao LanHua could never forget in her lifetime. It represented her initial and most wonderful aspirations of marriage. Eating this dish granted a certain chance within one hour to reminisce about the happiest memories related to marriage, making it an excellent dish for enhancing the relationship between spouses.
Friendly Reminder: This dish must be eaten with roast duck and duck soup together to trigger the buff.
Who could have imagined Mrs. Jiang’s aspiration for marriage turned out to be a roast duck?
What truly surprised Jiang Feng was that Sir’s roast duck was actually A-grade. It wasn’t that he underestimated Sir; he had thought from memory that this roast duck was most likely B-grade, looking delectable due to the bonus of the era.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be A-grade. One of Sir’s master dishes was actually roast duck, yet he never made it.
Jiang Feng pondered long why Sir never made roast duck, to the point where even the family didn’t know Sir could. Recalling how Sir urged Mrs. Jiang to eat quickly, before Master Huang and the others discovered he could make roast duck, because he didn’t want to stand by the oven roasting ducks every day, Jiang Feng guessed Sir probably didn’t do it simply because he didn’t want to.
Sir was actually a person who disliked trouble. It wasn’t that he was lazy; he just didn’t enjoy doing mundane, tedious tasks. Rotisserie roasting a duck required someone to continually turn it to ensure the heat distributed evenly. If Sir had revealed his ability to make roast duck back then, he would have undoubtedly become the main roast duck chef at the state-owned restaurant, roasting ducks every day. After all, finding a chef in the southern region who could make A-grade roast duck was quite difficult.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, Sir might as well just pretend he didn’t know how. That was indeed something Sir would do.
Jiang Feng began to wonder if he’d get beaten up if he asked Sir to teach him how to roast duck tomorrow.
It had been a long time since he had been scolded by Sir, and he found himself oddly missing it.
At that thought, Jiang Feng shuddered and quickly chased the terrifying and ludicrous idea from his mind to continue examining the inventory.
In the past, Jiang Feng would look at two memories at most in one go. Viewing memories, though not physically tiring like watching movies, could still leave one feeling disoriented, especially when there was a significant span between two memories, or the time within the memory was extensive.
After all, who watches movies for a week straight, then still has to sit on the steps and gaze at the moonlight at night?
But this time was different. Jiang Feng was ready to watch a third memory.
He had picked out which one to see—it would be Sir’s!
Given Jiang Feng’s understanding of the game, Sir’s memory was almost certainly about Braised Meat. It had to be Braised Meat; there was no doubt about it.
The game did love to play out like a TV series.
Even though it had been two years since he last ate Braised Meat, Jiang Feng still couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of it.
Braised Meat, after all, had bowed each and every robust, strapping man weighing over two hundred pounds of the Jiang Family. Without even going into detail, just the thought of it turned their faces pale, with memories and gastric acid surging to their throats.
Only Sir had never succumbed—the man had never even touched it, and his brother wouldn’t have urged him to try.
Now, Jiang Feng felt he might have the chance to see Sir bend the knee.
He was somewhat excited thinking about it.
With a trembling heart and shaking hands, Jiang Feng clicked on [A Memory of Jiang Weiguo], then clicked Yes.
A fog descended.
“Can the bicycle’s front be replaced?” Before the fog had cleared, Jiang Feng heard the voice of Miss Zhao LanHua.
“It can, but I didn’t replace this front. It had already been replaced when I bought it,” came the deep voice of Jiang Weiguo.
The voices were crisp, and the fog was thick. As Jiang Feng strained to listen and figure out the position of Jiang Weiguo and Miss Zhao LanHua, he crashed into an air wall.
Before the fog could dissipate and he could see anything, he was hit by the air wall.
The impact was sudden and before he knew it, Jiang Feng was knocked down. The air wall came so unexpectedly that Jiang Feng was dazed and didn’t get up right away, which caused him to be pushed forward by a few steps while lying on the ground before he managed to scramble up and dash forward a couple of steps.
The ground was still uneven.
Jiang Feng: ???
Are you playing with me?
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Thankfully Zhao Lanhua wasn’t walking fast, so even when the fog refused to clear and Jiang Feng couldn’t see anything, being prepared meant he could bump into her and run a few steps without ending up in a disaster of bumping once and falling over.
“How much farther?” Jiang Weiguo asked.
“Almost there, about two li left.”
“I started out late this morning. Get on, I’ll give you a ride.”
“No, no, that won’t do. The road ahead is all narrow ridges between fields, very bumpy. If you try to ride the bike, you’ll break it.” Zhao Lanhua’s voice suddenly grew louder, “That’s your new bike you just bought. How can you break it?”
“It’s actually old, the front has been replaced. It’s fine.”
“Since the front has been replaced, of course, it’s new. We’ll get there quickly enough just pushing it like this. It’s fast and we won’t be delayed. At our house, we eat dinner late.”
The fog cleared.
The first thing Jiang Feng saw clearly was Jiang Weiguo’s face full of question marks.
Once the fog dispersed, Jiang Feng realized he was on a rural path. Not the kind depicted in literature textbooks lined with wildflowers and pebbles, filled with tranquility and beauty, but one truly narrow, rough, and uneven, edged by furrows and filled with jagged stones and yellow mud – a very difficult rural path to navigate.
Zhao Lanhua was right, a bicycle really wasn’t suitable for this type of road; breaking the bike wasn’t the issue, but rather the rider might not be able to endure it.
On a road like this, a two li distance could probably involve a dozen falls and land a person straight in the hospital.
After taking in his surroundings, Jiang Feng turned his attention to how Zhao Lanhua and Jiang Weiguo were somewhat different today.
Very spirited.
As the saying goes, clothes make the man just as a saddle makes the horse. Changing clothes might not alter one’s temperament, but it truly can change one’s appearance. Because of the era and scarcity of materials, in his previous memories, Jiang Feng saw Zhao Lanhua and Jiang Weiguo wearing gray or black clothes, which were always old.
Not old as in ‘bought last year and worn this year,’ but the kind that were obviously worn for many years, with signs of patching, fabric worn thin, and color faded from washing.
Zhao Lanhua wore a set of clothes that Jiang Feng had never seen before; the material seemed freshly tailored, brand new and never worn before, a dark navy color that was still very resistant to dirt.
Jiang Weiguo also wasn’t wearing that slightly faded work uniform of his. He was dressed in a collared shirt that resembled a work outfit but was clearly not, paired with black trousers. Even if placed several decades later, it would still be a very normal and faultless combination.
Jiang Feng even took a special look at Jiang Weiguo’s shoes, which were cloth shoes, not leather ones.
Clearly, today must be the Sunday mentioned in the previous memory, when Jiang Weiguo had the day off and specifically rode his bicycle to visit Zhao Lanhua’s future parents.
[A Memory of Jiang Weiguo]: Jiang Weiguo’s First Braised Meat Experience.
Jiang Feng even thought of a title for this memory.
“Weiguo, what is this?” Zhao Lanhua pointed at the cloth bag hanging on the bicycle and asked.
“A bottle of alcohol.” Jiang Weiguo said, “I asked Master Huang a couple of days ago what I should bring for visiting your house today. Master Huang said there was no need for anything particularly valuable; just a bottle of alcohol will do.”
“Spirits?”
Jiang Weiguo nodded.
“Is it homemade?”
Jiang Weiguo shook his head, “I bought it in a department store in FJ last year, intended as a gift but then forgot about it.”
“Wow.” Zhao Lanhua’s exclamation betrayed her lack of experience with department stores, “My dad and my brother will definitely like it. They both love drinking alcohol so much.”
“Then let’s hurry. I’ll help you push the bike. You’re not familiar with this part of the road, and we don’t want to damage the bicycle. If I had known you were coming by bike today, I would’ve asked Mr. Erniu to lend us his ox cart, and then we could have placed your bicycle on the cart.”
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Jiang Weiguo: ?
Jiang Weiguo’s face was full of confusion at the logic of that.
Zhao Lanhua didn’t notice Jiang Weiguo’s expression and continued joyfully pushing the bike, “Yesterday, the village next to us slaughtered a pig. They knew you were coming to my house today and specially saved the best meat for us. My mom bought three jin in one go; normally the family only braises two jin even for New Year. It’s all very good meat. My mom got up early this morning to start braising the meat. You must eat a few more pieces later on.”
“Previously, it was you who cooked meat for me. Although I didn’t cook this time, at least I chopped it. I wanted to cook it, but my mom was afraid I’d ruin the meat. Next time I have a chance, I’ll cook you a meat dish.”
“Hmm.” Jiang Weiguo murmured softly.
The young Jiang Weiguo didn’t know what he was about to experience.
The young Jiang Feng did.
“Alas.” Jiang Feng sighed in advance on behalf of Jiang Weiguo.
