The Game of Life TGOL

Chapter 604: Chapter 602 Explicit Explanation

The funeral of Sun Guanyun was set for after 3 PM, leaving Jiang Feng without much to do for the rest of the time. Other than going downstairs for the hotel’s buffet breakfast with Wu Minqi in the morning, and knocking on the door across the hall to take Sir out for a casual lunch at a nearby restaurant at noon, he spent most of his time in his room playing with his phone, remotely keeping up with Jiang Weiming’s recovery routine.

Benevolent Doctor was absent in Beiping, so all of Jiang Weiming’s meals were taken care of by Jiang Weisheng.

Jiang Weisheng would venture out to the vegetable market early in the morning to select ingredients. When he cooked porridge in the morning, he practically wanted to start by threshing the rice, spending all hours of the day, minus a few for sleep, either cooking or on his way to cook.

Jiang Weisheng didn’t just cook; he also eagerly sent Jiang Feng short videos of his finished dishes, with the plain porridge and light dishes emitting a strange glow after adding a filter, making Jiang Feng feel like the porridge was poisoned.

“Feng, when are you guys coming back?” Jiang Weisheng squatted in Benevolent Doctor’s small kitchen and video-called Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng seriously checked the time on the upper left corner of his phone, confirming it was 2:11 PM.

So now the question arose, why was Jiang Weisheng starting to cook dinner at 2:11 PM?

“Mr. Jiang, are you in the kitchen making porridge for Granduncle Weiming to drink tonight?” Jiang Feng asked doubtfully.

“Yes, this porridge has to be simmered slowly in a small pot to come out fine, smooth, and fragrant. Plus, I added red dates and Xiaomi this time. It tastes better after a slow stew. In these past days, hasn’t Granduncle Weiming been unable to eat anything else, always drinking those plain porridges, Xiaomi and oat porridge? He must be fed up, so I thought I’d cook him some flavorful porridge; only a slow simmer will infuse the flavors well.” Jiang Weisheng cheerfully explained.

Jiang Feng: …

Today, I, the so-called Porridge King, was actually educated by someone else on how to cook porridge.

“By the way, Feng, you haven’t told me when you guys are coming back yet.” Jiang Weisheng asked again.

“No specific date yet, Grandpa said he wants to stay here a few more days, he has some friends here and may want to stay a little longer.” Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Weisheng was overjoyed: “That’s great, just now the doctor told me that your granduncle will be able to eat something else in a couple of days. If you’re not coming back, I can stew chicken soup for him, and make meat soup!”

Jiang Feng: …

“Oh Mr. Jiang, who cooked Director Zhong’s meals for yesterday and today’s noon? Did you do it too?” Jiang Feng thought with Jiang Weisheng’s zeal of starting to cook dinner for Jiang Weiming at 2 PM, he probably wouldn’t have had the leisure to cook for Director Zhong.

“Your dad did. He doesn’t find it bothersome, I told him I could cook it all, but he insisted on doing it himself and delivering it personally.” Jiang Weisheng said.

Jiang Feng couldn’t help but think to himself that Jiang Jiankang was indeed a good comrade, so skilled and aware even in his slacking.

“Fengfeng, it’s about time to change into your clothes and go.” Wu Minqi reminded him, “Don’t forget the peach pastries that Xiaxia made, we forgot to take them when we went downstairs yesterday.”@@novelbin@@

Jiang Feng hurriedly ended the video call, changed into his suit, crammed the carelessly bagged pastries made by Ji Xia into a bag that seemed of good quality, holding it in his hand as he and Wu Minqi stepped out of their room to knock on Sir’s door across the hall.

Sir was already ready to go. Although he wasn’t wearing a suit, he was dressed in all black, looking very formal and presentable.

The funeral home was some distance from the downtown area, and even taking a taxi, it took Jiang Feng and the other two a fair amount of time to get there.

“What are you holding there?” Sir asked, looking at the paper bag in Jiang Feng’s hand.

“Peach pastries that Ji Xia made for Sun Jikai; she asked me to bring them especially for him.” Jiang Feng explained.

Sir nodded as if he understood.

The car moved slowly when driving through the city, but once it left the urban area, it sped up as if it had let lose, fast enough that Jiang Feng thought for a moment he was on the set of “The Fast and the Furious.”

So much so that Sir nearly lost his balance getting out of the car.

Although Sir felt dizzy due to the excessive speed and seemed not as spirited as when he had just left the hotel, it also added a mournful air to him that matched the current setting all the more.

Many people attended Sun Guanyun’s funeral, not just chefs but also many of Sun Family’s business partners.

In terms of connections, Sun Guanyun had far wider connections than Xia Mushi. If it wasn’t for the fact that the Sun Family had scheduled the funeral for the third day, causing many people from out of town to be unable to arrive in time, Jiang Feng believed that the number of attendees would have been much higher.

Sun Jikai was standing at the entrance of the funeral home, and those who should be his parents were by his side, Jiang Feng guessed. A family of three standing a few meters away from them was probably Sun Jikai’s uncle’s family, he surmised.

Jiang Feng also noticed that Sun Maochai had arrived just before them, clearly only a step ahead.

Sun Maochai walked up to Sun Jikai’s father and said a few words to him. Jiang Feng couldn’t hear exactly what was said and couldn’t understand the lip movements, but it was clear that Sun Jikai’s father didn’t recognize Sun Maochai. He looked somewhat perplexed when he responded, simply nodded politely, and invited him in.

As for Sun Jikai, he looked back a few times at Sun Maochai after he entered, obviously recognizing him.

Jiang Feng and his two companions walked forward.

Sun Jikai came forward to greet them and without another word, led them inside. Sun Jikai’s uncle glanced at Jiang Feng and his party, didn’t recognize the unfamiliar group of old and young, and continued to attend to the people in front of him.

“The funeral process for our family is quite complicated, so it will take a long time. My dad and my uncle have prepared dinner at Jubao Building, and if you’re willing, you can join us for a meal. The food should taste better than what you had last night,” Sun Jikai said. Compared to his state last night, he seemed even more exhausted now, evidently weighed down by new troubles in just this half day.

“Are there assigned seats?” Jiang Feng asked.

“Just sit wherever,” Sun Jikai replied, “If Grandpa Jiang knows anyone here, he can sit with them.”

No sooner had Sun Jikai finished speaking than someone stood up to invite Jiang Weiguo to sit next to him.

“Jiang, I have a few spare seats over here. Why don’t you and your family come over and sit with me?” Sun Maochai, who had been seated in a back and secluded spot, suddenly stood up and said.

Jiang Weiguo naturally had no objections, given that he barely recognized anyone present. His so-called senior brothers were mostly about the same age as him, and those who were less fortunate had already passed away. Those who were out of town couldn’t make it, and those who did arrive he couldn’t recognize at a glance—they had been young men when they knew each other, but now they were a bunch of decrepit old men, unrecognizable to one another.

Thinking this, Sun Maochai seemed quite impressive, having recognized Jiang Weiguo in his elderly state at a glance.

Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi swiftly walked in and sat down quietly as mice, both sensing that Sun Maochai had an ulterior motive—it wasn’t just socializing; he wanted to speak with Sun Jikai.

Indeed, the next second Sun Maochai struck up a conversation with Sun Jikai.

“You’re Jikai, right? If I’m not mistaken?” he said.

“Yes,” Sun Jikai responded cautiously, obviously unclear about Sun Maochai’s intentions.

“I’m very sorry about your grandfather,” Sun Maochai offered.

“Thank you,” said Sun Jikai.

“He mentioned you to me. Over a decade ago, I encountered your grandfather at a culinary exchange, and we spoke a few words. Even then, he told me his grandson had exceptional culinary talent and that given time, you could certainly surpass him,” Sun Maochai said.

Sun Jikai looked at him quietly, as if contemplating and refining his thoughts.

“I’ve been living in Hong Kong City for many years and haven’t been back for a long time. Since coming back, I’ve realized a lot has changed, and I find myself strangely nostalgic, even considering moving back here,” he mused.

“Your grandfather was my senior brother, as well as my own brother, making me somewhat like your granduncle. If you ever run into any trouble, feel free to come to me. I’m more than happy to help with anything,” he assured.

“I see you’re quite busy, so I won’t disturb you further. We can chat more another time,” Sun Maochai said with a smile toward Sun Jikai, then sat down.

Sun Jikai sat somewhat dazed, apparently caught off guard.