The Game of Life

Chapter 623: Chapter 621 Buddhas Jumping Over the Wall

Leaving his memory behind, Jiang Feng found himself back on the original plane. However, this time, when he turned to look at his grandfather sitting beside him, he suddenly felt—

Sir’s head was truly hard as iron.

Eating “Buddha’s Jumping Over the Wall” with the lid off on a train was something that only someone with an ironclad head could do.

When Jiang Feng used to ride on the bullet train, just smelling the instant noodles from the person next to him made him envious, let alone if the person beside him was eating “Buddha’s Jumping Over the Wall.”

Even the kid next door was jealous to tears.

The kind that made the kid’s parents cry along.

With a few hours left before the plane landed, Jiang Feng pretended to be thinking about something, propped his hand on the small table, and quietly opened the attributes panel to check the recipes he had acquired.

[Buddha’s Jumping Over the Wall S-grade]

Creator: Sun Zheran

Dish Details: This is a dish that is impeccable in terms of complexity, cooking technique, and flavor, and rightfully stands as a timeless classic. The creator’s exquisite culinary skills and meticulous cooking have added luster to this dish. Due to its unparalleled deliciousness and the memories it contains, it became one of Jiang Weiguo’s most unforgettable dishes. Therefore, “Buddha’s Jumping Over the Wall” has also become the utmost delicacy in his heart. If eaten with a piece of chocolate containing less than 70% cocoa content on the side, the flavor of “Buddha’s Jumping Over the Wall” would slightly improve.

Friendly Reminder: This dish is extremely difficult to prepare, far exceeding the player’s current culinary skill level, with a 100% chance of failure. Players are advised to study carefully, practice hard, and strive to learn as soon as possible.

Look at that, worthy of “Buddha’s Jumping Over the Wall,” even the friendly reminder is longer than other S-grade dishes, including a little encouragement.

Jiang Feng closed the attributes panel and took out his phone with the earphones to start watching the TV series he had downloaded earlier.

By the time the plane landed, Jiang Feng had already seen the second female lead slandering the heroine.

Wu Minqi slept on time on the plane and woke up just as they landed. Seeing that Jiang Feng was still watching the TV series on his phone, she rubbed her eyes and asked him, “Where are you at in the show?”

“The second female lead is slandering the heroine’s reputation,” Jiang Feng replied.

“The plot gets pretty boring after two episodes,” Wu Minqi cautioned him.

Their conversation woke up Jiang Weiguo, who had fallen asleep while resting his eyes.

“Have we arrived?” Sir asked with a slightly hoarse voice upon waking.

“Yep, we are descending now,” Jiang Feng replied.

“What time is it now?”

Jiang Feng glanced at his phone: “It’s past 7. If we’re heading to Taifeng Building, we would probably get there by 9.”

“Not going to Taifeng Building, let’s head to the hospital,” Sir said, still concerned about Jiang Weiming’s health.

“I’ve been in touch with Uncle Jiang Yong these past two days. Granduncle Weiming is recovering okay, he was able to get out of bed today, it’s just that he can’t walk around too much,” Jiang Feng informed.

“Hmm,” Sir nodded.

As soon as they got off the plane, the three of them took a cab to the hospital. There was a slight traffic jam on the way, and it was nearly 9 o’clock by the time they arrived at the hospital. Jiang Feng called Jiang Yong from the hospital entrance, but he didn’t answer, probably gone back to rest.

What was strange was that when Jiang Feng called Jiang Weisheng, he didn’t answer either.

“No one picked up?” Wu Minqi asked.

Jiang Feng shook his head, looking at Sir, “Grandpa, maybe Granduncle Weiming went to bed early today, how about we go straight up to see him?”

Sir nodded, and the three of them went straight up.

The hospital was still filled with the familiar scent of disinfectant. Compared to the daytime, there were fewer people in the inpatient area at night with hardly anyone visiting the sick, resulting in a long queue for the tap water.

The door to Jiang Weiming’s ward was open, and Jiang Feng could see the light inside before even reaching the doorway, obviously meaning that he wasn’t sleeping. After entering, Jiang Feng saw Mrs. Zhu and Zhang Li, the caretakers, busy dusting the cupboard and wiping the table, respectively, as if competing in their diligence.

With his many years of experience not cleaning, Jiang Feng judged that there was absolutely no need to wipe the table or the cupboard.

“Granduncle Weiming,” Jiang Feng called out to Jiang Weiming, who was sitting straight up in his hospital bed, engrossed in watching television and hadn’t noticed their arrival.

Jiang Weiming glanced over at Jiang Feng and Jiang Weiguo and finally smiled at Wu Minqi, who was standing on the outer side, greeting them, “You’re back, eh? There are apples here; have one each.”

Jiang Weiming pointed to the apple plate on the cupboard by the bed, which held five apples that had already been peeled, two of which were clearly oxidized.

Sir cast a glance at the apples, his face full of reluctance to eat, then sat by the bed and started chatting with Jiang Weiming.

Wu Minqi gave Jiang Feng a look that said she didn’t want to eat an apple either, so Jiang Feng had no choice but to pick up one that was less obviously browned and started munching on it.

The apple itself was of decent quality. Although somewhat oxidized, it was still juicy and crisp. It crunched noisily between his teeth, slightly tart but within acceptable limits.

As he munched on the apple with a crisp crunch, turning his head, he asked Zhang Li, who was wiping a completely unnecessary table, “Auntie Zhang, have Mr. Jiang and Uncle Jiang Yong gone back home?”

“Your Uncle Jiang Yong has gone home to sleep, and Jiang Weisheng, he’s not…” Zhang Li turned her head to look and realized that Jiang Weisheng wasn’t in the ward.

“He might have gone out to…” Zhang Li noticed the thermos bottle was left by the wall.

“Maybe he went outside for a walk,” Zhang Li said. “He’s been distracted these days. I can hardly find him except when it’s time to deliver meals.”

“Distracted? What’s been going on with Mr. Jiang these past few days?” Jiang Feng asked with concern.@@novelbin@@

As they were discussing this, the distracted Jiang Weisheng walked in.

“Jiang Weisheng, where did you just go? Quickly take the thermos and get some hot water!” Zhang Li said.

“Oh,” Jiang Weisheng responded, nodding as he picked up the thermos from beside the wall, not once glancing at Jiang Weiming. He left with the thermos in hand.

“What’s wrong with him?” Jiang Weiguo also noticed that Jiang Weisheng was acting strangely.

“I’m not sure; he’s been like this for a few days,” Jiang Weiming said helplessly. “The kid has never been able to hide his feelings; everything is written all over his face. I feel like he’s been avoiding me these last few days.”

“Granduncle Weiming, I’ll go ask Mr. Jiang,” Jiang Feng offered.

“That might be best. Otherwise, he might bottle up his troubles for half a year,” Jiang Weiming said with a nod.

Jiang Feng went to the tap water queue and found Jiang Weisheng at the end, head down and not playing with his phone.

“Mr. Jiang, you…” Jiang Feng patted Jiang Weisheng’s shoulder. Upon seeing his face clearly, Jiang Feng was so shocked that he was momentarily lost for words.

Jiang Weisheng was crying.

Unlike the previous time in the hospital’s garden where he had been crouched on the ground bawling, this time his crying was silent, repressed.

Not making a sound, yet tears continuously rolled down.

Before Jiang Feng could think of what to say, Jiang Weisheng grabbed his arm tightly as if he’d found someone to confide in, clinging like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline.

“Feng, my master…” Jiang Weisheng choked up, speaking so softly it was almost inaudible, “He’s lost his sense of taste.”

“He can no longer cook.”