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Since Mr. Zhong wanted to eat Tan Family’s smoked pig trotters, and ordering from Tan Family came with discounts for large orders, including a reduction and a free fresh-pressed iced watermelon juice, everyone decided to order takeout from Tan Family together.

The entire office was filled with the aroma of smoked pig trotters and braised beef.

Only Zhou remained steadfast, continuing to eat his hot and sour Chinese cabbage.

After tasting the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon in the morning, he had searched the price of the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon from Jubao Building online and was even more determined to stick to cabbage all month so he could treat his fiancee to a nice meal at Taifeng Building next

month.

He was going to Taifeng Building, even if Dr. Lu could lend him the premium membership card from Yonghe House for a discount.

“Old Jiang, why are you just eating smoked pig trotters? This braised beef from Tan Family is also exceptional. Don’t you love beef the most?” Sun, who ordered braised spare ribs takeout, came to Jiang Shoucheng’s place to mooch

some pig trotters.

“I don’t feel like eating beef lately.” Jiang Shoucheng had been deeply hurt by

Qian Lijuan’s beef the day before.

“But Old Jiang, eating meat every day is no good either. You should eat some vegetables, or else you’ll become too unhealthy.” Sun began to mooch pig trotters.

Jiang Shoucheng knocked his chopsticks away with one of his own, “Who says I haven’t been eating vegetables? Didn’t I have a ‘Three Delicacies’ bun this morning? There was half a mushroom in that bun! Someone like Zhou, gnawing on cabbage every day, that’s what’s truly unhealthy. I think his face is about to turn green.”

Suddenly cued, Zhou silently grabbed a big chunk of smoked pig trotter from

Jiang Shoucheng’s takeout box.

Jiang Shoucheng:…

“But eating braised meat every day really isn’t okay. I definitely need to…” Jiang Shoucheng was speaking when he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

He turned his head and saw Jiang Feng standing behind him.

“Eating braised meat every day?”

Jiang Shoucheng gave Jiang Feng a simple and honest smile.

Jiang Feng shared the dishes he brought with everyone, including the lucky buff beef, as all present were excellent experience grinding machines, except for Dr.

Lu.

When Jiang Feng saw the deluxe takeout box in front of Dr. Lu, he was stunned. What kind of family background do you have that even your takeout feels like a deluxe family bento?

Wait, that looks exactly like a bento box.

Dr. Lu, seeing Jiang Feng staring intently at the super deluxe 5-tier bento box in front of him, explained, “My wife came back last night. She made this bento

for me.”

The office was suddenly filled with an air of joyful fulfillment.

Jiang Feng consoled himself silently, my wife can also cook for me, and it’s tastier and more beautiful than what Dr. Lu s wife makes.

After lunch, Jiang Feng returned to the orthopedic canteen, where there was air conditioning; only the small kitchen was quite hot.

Helping finish only two dishes today, Jiang Feng deeply felt that this task was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

He had to find a way to meet more Mrs. Qians and help them complete dishes. Before Jiang Feng could come up with a plan, Mrs. Qian came looking for him with Qin Weiwei in tow.

Qin Weiwei wanted to cook a dish of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and radish rib soup for her father.

Qin Weiwei’s culinary skills were far below Mrs. Qian’s; Mrs. Qian had been helping in the kitchen for decades, at least able to chop some vegetables and assist. Qin Weiwei, on the other hand, was a typical ‘fingers not stained by spring water’ type, who couldn’t even cut through cabbage and managed to pour both rice and water into the sink when washing rice.

Qin Weiwei needed to pressure cook the radish rib soup quickly because she had taken leave from work during the day and had to return to her company to work overtime to make up for it, so she was in a real rush.

Jiang Feng, after learning that Jiang Shoucheng had deceived his feelings, decided not to cook any meat dishes for him these next few days, suggesting that eating more vegetables to cleanse the intestines would be better for health.

After making a boiled broccoli for Jiang Shoucheng in the evening, the kind without any salt, Jiang Feng returned to Taifeng Building.

He planned to go back early today to brew Five Flowers Tea for Wu Minqi; tonight, he would make it and put it in the refrigerator to chill overnight, so Wu Minqi could have a cold drink of the herbal tea when she woke up the next morning.

A new day should start with a cup of cooling herbal tea.

Jiang Feng returned to Taifeng Building just in time to catch the tail end of the evening business and, after getting busy and cleaning up the kitchen with everyone, the two old men showed no signs of wanting to leave.

“Sun Jikai,” Jiang Weiming said with a smile as he approached Sun Jikai, “want to learn how to make the sugar base with oil?”

“Huh?” Sun Jikai was taken aback.

The sugar base with oil is both a secret technique of Shandong cuisine and a speciality of Jiang Family Dishes. Jiang Feng now makes the Sweet and Sour Yam using the method of the sugar base with oil, which led Sun Jikai to believe that the deliciousness of Jiang Feng’s Sweet and Sour Yam was because of this technique.

“Do you want to learn it?” asked Jiang Weiming.

“Yes!” Sun Jikai was very honest.

“I’ll teach you for a week, starting tonight until 10 PM. Come early tomorrow morning, you must be in the kitchen by 6 AM. After a week, your grandfather will come to pickyou up, whether you can master it all depends on you now,” Jiang Weiming said. “Go get the ingredients.”

Sun Jikai was a bit dumbfounded, very slow to pick up the ingredients, and it took him a long time to realize: “My Grandpa is coming to pick me up?” “Your grandpa called and told me yesterday that he’s coming over next week to bring you back,” Jiang Weiguo said, revealing what he thought was his most amiable smile in consideration of Sun Jikai’s dedicated and diligent overtime work at Taifeng Building over the past days. “Learn well.”

Sun Jikai felt slightly elated.

Jiang Weisheng was looking at Jiang Weiming with hopeful eyes while holding his apron.

Although he didn’t know what the sugar base with oil was, his intuition also told him he probably couldn’t learn it.

But he wanted to learn anything new.

Jiang Weiming noticed Jiang Weisheng’s eager eyes and couldn’t help but chuckle, “You, too, come early tomorrow.”

“Yes, Master!”

At 11 PM, Jiang Feng was brewing Five Flowers Tea in the kitchen for Wu Minqi.

Wu Minqi had set her alarm for 6 AM the next morning; she planned to rise early to make a pear and lean pork soup for Jiang Feng.

Sun Jikai returned to his rented apartment, scrolled to Sun Guanyun’s contact on his phone, but hesitated to make the call.

Lights were out in the hospital room. Qian Lijuan, gazing at Zhuang Lin, who had fallen asleep on the bed, couldn’t see his face in the dark but felt she could never look enough.

Qin Weiwei was still working overtime at the office and received a WeChat message from her dad asking if she had gone to bed yet.

Qin Weiwei glanced at the document on the computer that she hadn’t finished, then picked up her phone to reply to her dad.

“Dad, I’ve just finished showering and I’m getting ready to go to bed. You should go to sleep early too and not play with your phone. The doctor said you need more rest for a faster recovery.”

Jiang Weisheng was engaged in his nightly routine of calling his spouse, Zhang Li.

“Today, two more customers gave thumbs up for my Special Flavor Soup on the Ordering System, wife. Remember to jot that down in my diary,” Jiang Weisheng said with glee.

“I got it; I’ll note it down,” Zhang Li yawned, “was the shop very busy today? Why did you call so late?”

“Today my master taught me the sugar base with oil!” Jiang Weisheng said proudly, “This is a unique skill. Once I learn it, I will make you Sweet and Sour dishes after I come back for National Day.”

“Don’t come back for National Day. Your son said that he and your daughter- in-law have time off during National Day, so we’ll all go to visit you. You old man, you keep making us worry as you age, now even your son has to indulge you. What am I going to do with you…” Zhang Li began her long-winded scolding of Jiang Weisheng.

Jiang Feng’s Five Flowers Tea was ready. He calculated the amount to see if there would be any leftovers to bring to Jiang Shoucheng after distributing the tea to the families the next day.

Wu Minqi had already drifted into light sleep when she suddenly awoke, remembering she had not sent a WeChat message to say goodnight to Wu Hanxue and Mrs. Wu.

Sun Jikai hesitated for a long time before finally setting down the phone. Qian Lijuan kept her eyes open, watching Zhuang Lin until tears streamed down her face.

Qin Weiwei, who had been writing her document, suddenly burst into tears on her office desk.

Jiang Weisheng patiently listened to Zhang Li’s scolding until she stopped, then he said cheerfully, “Wife, I love you.”

Some people choose to speak, some to act, whatever the method, it all comes down to “Hove you.”