The Game of Life

Chapter 614: Chapter 612 Sugar

Since such a memory had fallen from the sky, Jiang Feng naturally had to take a look.

Not just a look, but right now, immediately, at once.

Jiang Feng opened the attribute panel, scrolled to the item bar, found “A Segment of Sun Jikai’s Memory,” and clicked yes.

Jiang Feng was once again enveloped in mist.

This time, the location Jiang Feng found himself in was very familiar—the small kitchen in the back of Jubao Building dedicated to Sun Jikai’s cooking apprenticeship. Although it looked a bit different from the present one, Jiang Feng could tell it was that particular kitchen based on the interior space, the arrangement of the kitchenware, and the placement of the seasoning materials.

The protagonist, Little Radish, Sun Jikai, was sitting to Jiang Feng’s right, busily scooping up rice with his spoon and eating voraciously.

Jiang Feng had seen how children eat, but only the way Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing, the two sisters, ate when they were young. They ate as eagerly as tigers, their plump bodies packed with tremendous energy. They could feed themselves with a spoon from the age of three or four and needed no help from adults. They were the very model of “good-for-nothing at everything except for being first-class at eating.”

However, Jiang Feng had not expected that Sun Jikai was the same when he was a child.

Jiang Feng examined the contents of Sun Jikai’s bowl more closely—the food was all mixed together, probably to make it easier for him to scoop it up with his spoon. The vegetables were chopped finely and small, the meat was deboned, and Jiang Feng even saw finely shredded fish in the rice, showing the thoughtfulness of the cook.

Although the mixture of food in the bowl looked like a mushy mess and unappetizing, the eager way Sun Jikai was eating was enough to tell that the taste must be quite good.

In the corner of the room, Jiang Feng saw a familiar punching bag and some specially made small props. The cupboard contained a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables, and on the top shelf, there was a small box of chocolates that would certainly be out of Sun Jikai’s reach.

After wandering around the small kitchen, Jiang Feng walked through the wall into the main kitchen, which was bustling with activity during business hours. Everyone was genuinely busy, with plenty to do, and each person was earnestly carrying out their tasks. Jiang Feng noticed a helper knocked over a bucket of vegetables in his haste and got a scolding from one of the nearby chopping chefs.

The work atmosphere could be considered quite excellent.

Jiang Feng walked a few steps forward and then saw Sun Guanyun, surrounded by several disciples like stars crowding around the moon.

Among these people, Jiang Feng only recognized Qiu Fu. As Sun Guanyun’s eldest disciple, Qiu Fu was the closest to Sun Guanyun. He was holding up a small dish of pale sauce, hoping to get Sun Guanyun to taste it and offer some feedback.

After tasting it, Sun Guanyun said, “It’s a bit too bland.”

Qiu Fu put down the sauce somewhat dejectedly.

“How is your practice of deboning pigeon going?” Sun Guanyun asked.

“Still practicing,” Qiu Fu replied softly.

“Hurry up with it,” Sun Guanyun glanced in Jiang Feng’s direction, “Remember to call Xiao Kai back in half an hour. He was called back too late yesterday.”

“I understand, Master,” Qiu Fu said.

Jiang Feng turned his head and noticed that Sun Jikai had finished his lunch and had sneaked out of the small kitchen, preparing to open the door to the main kitchen.

In fact, Sun Jikai didn’t need to act so sneakily—Jiang Feng thought that everyone in the main kitchen must have seen him.

Perhaps all children like to do it this way.

Immersed in the thrill of sneaking out, Sun Jikai thought he had picked the right moment and quietly opened the door to the main kitchen, tiptoeing out.

As expected, Jiang Feng saw Sun Maochai outside the door.

Different clothes, the same spot.

Perhaps because he often saw Sun Maochai sitting there, Sun Jikai had come to recognize him. Sun Jikai looked around and, not seeing his father, took a few steps toward Sun Maochai and, gathering his courage, began to speak.

“Uncle, I always see you sitting in this spot,” Sun Jikai said.

“Uncle often sees you running out of the kitchen too,” Sun Maochai responded with a smile.

“Uncle, have you seen my dad?” Sun Jikai asked.

“Your dad seems to have gone to the second floor.”

Sun Jikai nodded and seemed to want to say something more, thought for a moment, and then continued, “Uncle, do you really like the dishes made by my grandpa?”

“Yeah, your grandpa’s dishes are really delicious, better than anyone else’s. It’s because uncle loves them so much that I often come here to eat,” Sun Maochai said warmly, his tone like that of a kindergarten teacher coaxing the children in class.

“Then, uncle, don’t come next week.”

“Hmm?”

“Next week my grandpa is going out, he seems to be going to some… some conference. I don’t need to come over next week. Uncle, if you come next week, you won’t be able to eat the dishes made by my grandpa. The dishes his disciples make are not as delicious as his,” Sun Jikai said with all seriousness.

“Alright, thanks for the heads-up.” Sun Maochai seemed to remember something, took a piece of candy out of his pocket, “To thank you for your reminder, uncle is treating you to an orange candy.”

Sun Jikai stared at the candy in Sun Maochai’s hand, hesitated a moment, then took it: “Thank you, uncle.”

“Right, there’s something else uncle wants to ask you. Is your grandpa going to the culinary exchange conference in the neighboring province next week?” Sun Maochai asked.

Sun Jikai nodded, “It seems like that’s it.”

“Thank you.”

Just then, Sun Jikai saw Sun Changping coming down from the second floor, quickly ran toward him, tearing open the candy wrapper and stuffing the irregular lump into his mouth as he ran.

“Dad.” Sun Jikai, candy in his mouth, called out indistinctly.

“What’s in your mouth?” Sun Changping asked.

“The uncle at the door gave me a piece of candy,” Sun Jikai said.

Sun Changping gently tapped Sun Jikai on the head, scolding, “How many times have I told you? Don’t just take things from others, and don’t eat things from strangers.”

“Oh.” Sun Jikai pouted, worked hard at chewing the candy in his mouth, which seemed a bit sticky to his teeth.

“Dad, this candy is delicious, buy me this next time.” Sun Jikai handed the candy wrapper to his dad.

Sun Changping took the candy wrapper, looked over it with a puzzled face, examining the front and then the back.

“What candy’s wrapper is this, why is everything on it in English?” Sun Changping muttered, walking toward Sun Maochai.

“Excuse me, sir, I apologize for the interruption. You just gave my son a piece of candy, and he’s been nagging me to buy him the same one, so I wanted to ask what brand the candy is, where did you buy it?” Sun Changping asked.

Sun Maochai took a few more candies wrapped in similar wrappers from his pocket, handed them to Sun Changping: “This candy isn’t for sale, it was given to me a couple of days ago when I dined at a restaurant in Hong Kong City. There were only a few, so I put them in my pocket, if your son likes them, give them all to him. If the restaurant gives them out again next time, I’ll bring some more over.”

Sun Changping received the candies, “Thank you very much, there’s no need to go to such trouble.”

“It’s no trouble at all.”

Sun Jikai still stood in his previous spot, watching his dad and Sun Maochai from afar, vigorously chewing the candy in his mouth, intently staring at the candies in their hands.

Jiang Feng too was eyeing the candy in Sun Changping’s hands, he had never seen such strange candy; though the wrappers were the same, the sizes of the candies inside varied, like the kind made at home.

As he watched, Jiang Feng’s vision of the candy in Sun Changping’s hands became blurry.

A thick fog rolled in.

Jiang Feng left the memory.