Life is a Game

When Ji Yue waited for Ji Yue to find a plastic packing box that was stuffed in the corner by Comrade Wang Xiulian from the junk room, Professor Li and his wife helped Li Mingyi to leave the store.

"Buddha ... what should Buddha do when he jumps the wall?" Ji Yue was a little overwhelmed by the packing box he was holding.

The tartars left, and the dishes remained.

"Will we have a taste?" Wang Hao just smelled that the saliva was going to flow out. Although the lid is now closed, the fragrance remains in the store for a long time.

"No!" Ji Yue glared at Wang Hao, a step in front of him.

"Hirko, I remember that you wrote down Professor Li's phone number in the textbook yesterday morning. You can see that the textbook of the signal is not in your bag." Jiang Feng suddenly remembered.

"Yes, yes, in the bag, in the bag!" Wang Hao quickly went to the counter and took the bag. He took out the signal and system textbooks from the three or four books, opened the first side, and said Li Junming: 1xxxxxxxxxx.

According to legend, on average, teacher Mao Mao of A University can receive more than ten calls from the owner every week to inform him that your classmates have left your books in our store.

I don't bully me.

Qi Jiangfeng took out her mobile phone and dialed the number on the page.

About twenty seconds later, the call was connected.

喂 "Hello, hello Professor Li. This is Jiang Feng. Your dishes are not taken away." Jiang Feng said.

"I'm sorry, I'm old, and it's easy to forget everything. I'll wait to get it with my wife." Professor Li also heard a coughing sound from the old man and poked him with a crutch. sound.

Qijiang Health moved the jar back to the kitchen in silence. Wang Hao was a bit sorry that he could not taste its deliciousness, and helped Ji Yue to dump the garbage to the garbage station together. The other few afternoons are five classes, and it will take six o'clock to swim ashore from the ocean of knowledge.

Although Jiang Jiang Kang wasn't showing up, Jiang Feng, as his son, was keenly aware that his father was now lost. Every piece of fat and every fat reveals a deep feeling of loss.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Feng followed Jiang Jianjian into the kitchen and saw that he was chopping vegetables without a word.

One knife at a time was extremely slow, and each knife was very hard, as if there was deep hatred against the green pepper in front of it.

"I spoiled the good stuff." Jiang Jiankang was a little lonely.

"I think it's pretty good." Jiang Feng opened his eyes and made a nonsense, just a note from the Buddha jumping off the wall, he didn't even want to watch a long list of stewing time, the shark's fins were thicker, the abalone was thicker, the fish lips Not enough soak time, a long list of problems.

But the Buddha's jumping from the wall to the dish itself is extremely difficult, and Comrade Jiang Jiankang cannot be blamed.

"My poor ham." Jiang Jiankang sucked his nose.

"There is no stew in today's elbow." Jiang Health even had some grievances.

Min Jiangfeng: ...

sorry for disturbance.

The chef Hou Hou returned it to Comrade Jiang Jiankang. Just now, the scent of the Buddha jumping off the wall attracted a lot of guests, but everyone was watching it at the time, and there was no order. Now the first floor is basically full. Snowflake-like menus are sent to the kitchen one after another. Comrade Jiang Jiankang copied the spatula and struggled on the front line of cooking.

Qijiang Feng once again became a small worker, and became a dishwasher, peeler, chop vegetable, and platemaker who did not have experience.

It didn't take long for the four Chess club members who had not even had the schoolbags to rush into the back kitchen and took out the frozen plum juice and mung bean soup from the freezer for one day. I usually drink two bowls of food before putting down my schoolbag to help.

When I saw these four people, Jiang Feng was suddenly worried about the new recruits of the society next week.

Other societies are either talented or have their own strengths. No matter how bad they are, there are good-looking little brothers and sisters who come to cheat Mengxin, but the chess club has nothing, even no funding.

Society recruits, what does it perform?

In the past few years, two stinky chess baskets were pretend to be playing chess there. Do you want to have a pot of sour plum soup for everyone to perform tons of tons?

While worrying about the future of the society, Qijiang Feng silently cut carrots.

不是 Are these carrot specials these days? Why does Comrade Wang Xiulian buy so many carrots every day!

After Jiang Feng cut all the carrots into shreds, Professor Li and his wife returned to the shop.

教授 Professor Li took an envelope in his hand and carried a lunch box.

In fact, taking the whole jar is the best way to ensure the original taste, but not to mention how heavy the jar is, it is not good for customers to hold the jar directly. Ji Yue carefully took the dish out of the wine jar and put it in a lunch box. This dish is currently higher than her annual salary and must be treated with caution.

"Classmate Jiang Feng, I would like to ask you a favor." Professor Li handed the envelope to Jiang Feng. "My father has been suffering from appetite in the late stage of gastric cancer. I want to ask you to take charge of his lunch and dinner."

For such an important task, Jiang Feng was a little scared. If he wanted to reject it, a systematic prompt sounded in his mind.

叮 "Ding, there are optional side missions, please choose your own."

Another branch mission.

Qi Jiangfeng was shocked. In this case, there are two side missions related to Mr. Li Mingyi and the old man is so valued by the game.

Min Jiangfeng took the envelope and was still a little curious: "In fact, you should find my dad. His craft is much better than mine."

"It was my father who just told me to ask you to come. He likes you very much." Professor Li smiled gently. "My father is very happy today. He has not been so happy for a long time."

Qi Jiangfeng touched her face unconsciously.

He doesn't seem to have a face that makes people happy.

Although he thinks he is handsome, but shouldn't he be so cute?

"Please," Professor Li said.

"Should, should." These days, Professor Li has been treated so mildly by the legendary very harsh Professor Li, and Jiang Feng can't help but feel a little apprehensive.

Wu Jiyue had packed the Buddha's jumping wall into the lunch box. Professor Li's wife carried the lunch box and left with Professor Li. Before leaving, she smiled gently at Jiang Feng.

"Your professor really likes you." Ji Yue sighed.

"what?"

"He was quite serious when he came at noon today, and it was a fight with the foreign teacher when I was a freshman." Ji Yue looked up, as if she was remembering the serious Filipino female foreign teacher when she was a freshman. "I'm not good at English and yell at me every day."

A woman is really vengeful.

Min Jiangfeng opened the envelope, which contained a dozen notes and a stationery.

I took out the stationery and unrolled it. The pen word was vigorous and wrote a recipe for nourishing stomach porridge.

The raw materials for stomach porridge made by Tong and Jiang Jiankang are almost the same, but there are some slight changes in some places, and an additional piece of pork liver.

Although Comrade Qijiang Health is a porridge learnt by the teacher who found the porridge shop, the recipe for raising stomach porridge was given to him by Mr. Jiang ~ www.readwn.com ~ Professor Li, how can there be a recipe for raising stomach porridge by the Jiang family?

"Dad, did you give me the recipe for stomach porridge that Grandpa gave you?" Jiang Feng even doubted his memory and went to the back kitchen to ask Comrade Jiang Jiankang.

"Our ancestors uploaded it." Comrade Jiang Jiankang is scrambling.

教授 Professor Li ... Are Mo Fang and our family relatives?

Qi Jiangfeng couldn't help but have some big brains. Did grandpa give birth to six brothers without death, and survived an incognito and changed his name into Li?

素材 If this material is estimated to be more perfect for Wang Hao.

After going to the utility room, Jiang Feng clicked on the property panel.

最后 [Last good medicine]: Li Mingyi is anxious because of advanced gastric cancer, loss of appetite, anorexia, and long-term painful chemotherapy. As a chef, the only thing he can do is to comfort him in the diet, please give him the last medicine. Ask the player to help him with a normal diet for 15 days. [Choose: Yes / No]

Click Yes.

最后 [Last good medicine]: Li Mingyi is anxious because of advanced gastric cancer, loss of appetite, anorexia, and long-term painful chemotherapy. As a chef, the only thing he can do is to comfort him in the diet, please give him the last medicine. Ask the player to help him with a normal diet for 15 days. Task progress (0/15)

Task Tips: Follow the recipe provided by Li Junming to complete the task.

Mission reward: a memory of Li Mingyi.

I was actually at the advanced stage of gastric cancer. No wonder Li Mingyi looked a bit abnormally thin as a whole. Jiang Feng initially thought that it was just the elderly.

And this is the first time the game gives a clear mission reward, but the reward is actually a memory.

This memory ... is it related to Taifeng Building?