The Game of Life-Chapter 675 - 673 Everything is Ready

Chapter 675: Chapter 673 Everything is Ready

Zhang Zhiyuan sent Jiang Feng the names of the dishes he had learned from his grandfather, one by one. After sending the message, he happily turned on his phone, eating breakfast while watching a movie.

The hotel’s buffet breakfast offered a rich variety, and the taste was actually not bad, but Zhang Zhiyuan had just had the Swallow-wing Feast the night before. Now, even if he were offered ordinary delicacies from the mountains and seas, he wouldn’t be very interested, let alone bread, buns, oatmeal porridge, and pancakes.

“You’re really not going to join us later?” Zhang Chu started by downing two big glasses of milk, alternating between sips of milk and bites of the meat bun, enjoying the combination of Eastern and Western flavors.

“Why should I intrude on your nostalgic trip with Sir Peng? I… hold on, I need to reply to a WeChat message first.” Zhang Zhiyuan’s eyes were glued to his phone, noticing that Jiang Feng had sent him several messages in a row, he paused the movie to switch to the WeChat interface.

It took Zhang Zhiyuan over six minutes to reply to the message.

By the time Zhang Zhiyuan put down his phone with a troubled face, Zhang Chu had finished two buns and refilled his glass of milk. Zhang Zhiyuan glanced at his grandfather, then at his phone, which had gone dark. Glancing again at his grandfather, he then turned his gaze to the empty plate in front of Zhang Chu.

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“What’s wrong with you? Eating breakfast is like having constipation. Finish your breakfast and then go back. Don’t spend all day in the hotel, go out a bit. If you don’t know where to go, ask your Brother Jiang. I think little Jiang is a good kid, warm-hearted, enthusiastic, wise, and eloquent. You should interact with him more and learn from him, and not stay at home all the time playing on the computer or on your phone.” When it comes to kids playing with phones, Zhang Chu, like parents all over the world, had an endless list of things to say, the kind that could go on for three days and nights but would still be repetitive.

Zhang Zhiyuan thought to himself, indeed, warm-hearted. He had long noticed Feng’s warmth, but he hadn’t expected Feng to be this considerate.

Thinking about it was quite moving, and he even felt a bit embarrassed – Feng had noticed, so how had he, the grandson, failed to see it?

The earnest Zhang Zhiyuan was full of emotion in his heart.

“Grandfather, I think you’re right. I shouldn’t stay in the hotel today. I’ll go out with you instead,” Zhang Zhiyuan said.

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“You kid, even if you say no… Eh, you’re going with me?” Zhang Chu was stunned.

As for why Zhang Zhiyuan would give up his wonderful May Day holiday to accompany Zhang Chu and Peng Changping wandering through the alleys, this was thanks to a story Jiang Feng had crafted for him.

It wasn’t really made up, after all, the story was true; Jiang Feng just added some rhetorical flair, invented some non-existent reasons, and highlighted his own wit, attentiveness, and enthusiasm.

Jiang Feng told Zhang Zhiyuan that Lu Sheng, while chatting casually a few days ago, had mentioned to him that Peng Changping and himself felt regretful that they couldn’t attend Cao Guixiang’s wedding back in the day.

As for why Peng Changping would talk about such things with Lu Sheng when he was idle, don’t ask. The answer is that Peng Changping is lively, outgoing, and loves to chat.

Then, Jiang Feng described his non-existent observations of Zhang Chu from the day before with a few hundred words full of Wang Hao’s style, particularly focusing on Zhang Chu’s anticipation when mentioning Shunhe Building and his dejection upon learning that Shunhe Building had changed beyond recognition. He devoted a large part of the text to vividly describe Zhang Chu’s expression when talking about the skirt Qin Guisheng sent Cao Guixiang.

As for whether Zhang Chu’s expressions were as melancholic as Jiang Feng described… who knows?

Zhang Zhiyuan couldn’t possibly go back and review the surveillance footage, and even if he did, Yonghe House’s cameras probably couldn’t capture such subtle expressions.

Jiang Feng told Zhang Zhiyuan an emotional, deeply moving story, yet one that was a hundred percent real, with his grandfather, Zhang Chu, as one of the protagonists. As a good young man adhering to the socialist core values of patriotism, professionalism, civility, and democracy, Jiang Feng, through his care and enthusiasm, wanted to help three elderly men, unrelated to him, fulfill a long-held wish. As the grandson of one of these men, Zhang Zhiyuan naturally had an undeniable responsibility to help.

After breakfast, Zhang Zhiyuan replied to Jiang Feng, telling him that he would accompany Zhang Chu and Peng Changping today, and in the evening, they would try to lure them to Taifeng Building for dinner, hoping to let Qin Guisheng join in for a meal via video call.

“Grandfather,” after they finished their breakfast and returned to their hotel room, “I remember Sir Peng mentioned last night that there was a Mr. Qin in America who couldn’t make it over.”

“Qin Guisheng, what about him?” Zhang Chu was stuffing things into his small messenger bag, napkins, menthol oil, and the medicines he needed to take before and after meals, filling the bag to the brim.

“Mr. Qin couldn’t make it, but you could have a video call with him, let him also see the alleyways,” suggested Zhang Zhiyuan.

“Oh, that’s a good idea, indeed the young minds like yours, Zhiyuan, are more flexible. You talk to your Sir Peng later, and if he doesn’t know how to set it up, you help him out.” Anyway, Zhang Chu didn’t know how to do it.

“Sure thing!” Zhang Zhiyuan readily agreed.

Zhang Chu slung the little bag around his waist and touched his slightly cold head, feeling a bit perplexed.

Why had his grandson suddenly become so filial? Was this really the grandson who couldn’t be budged to go out?

Zhang Zhiyuan sent Jiang Feng an “ok.”

Inside Taifeng Building, Jiang Feng knew the matter was settled as soon as he received Zhang Zhiyuan’s message. Zhang Zhiyuan had taken care of all the preliminary preparations for him, now he just needed to cook the dishes he was supposed to.

Jiang Feng couldn’t help but smile, and when he returned to his senses, he realized Ji Yue was looking at him with a very strange expression.

“What’s wrong?” Jiang Feng immediately dropped his smile.

“Nothing, it’s just that you were smiling weirdly just now, like a…” Ji Yue thought for a moment, “like a scumbag who successfully cheated but whose wife hasn’t found out.”

Jiang Feng: ???

“Mrs. Wang is looking for you,” Ji Yue continued, “and I bet it’s probably because the wild vegetables you wanted can’t be found.”

“Oh.” Jiang Feng pocketed his phone and went to find Wang Xiulian.

Wang Xiulian was sitting at the reception desk doing the accounts. Even though Taifeng Building now had professional accountants who didn’t need her to do the accounts personally, her love for crunching numbers with a calculator was a habit she probably couldn’t shake off in the short term.

“Son,” Wang Xiulian, seeing Jiang Feng come over, stopped pressing the calculator, “why in the world do you need wild vegetables? Do you think wild vegetables are so easily obtained? Even in the countryside, it takes time, let alone now in Beiping, where you think you can just walk to the back hill and dig up a basketful whenever you want.”

“So they can’t be found?” Jiang Feng asked.

“Can’t be found.”

Jiang Feng hadn’t expected his ingenious plan to face stumbling over wild vegetables before it had even fully taken off.

“Mom, can’t you think of some way? I really need a few pounds of wild vegetables urgently,” Jiang Feng felt his mother could still make a bit more effort.

“Where am I supposed to get this stuff for you? It’s busy with May Day right now,” Wang Xiulian expressed her reluctance to make an effort, “You said you don’t need it until this afternoon. Think of something yourself. You know so many restaurant owners. Ask around, see if anyone has wild vegetables to spare.”

After finishing her words, Wang Xiulian sent Jiang Feng away to happily continue punching numbers into her calculator.

Jiang Feng: …

These days, what kind of restaurant still sells wild vegetables? It’s not like we’re a country house restaurant. Besides, eating wild vegetables is all about the novelty; who would sincerely like to eat…

Wait a moment, there might be one person who genuinely likes wild vegetables.

Jiang Feng took out his phone and started inquiring with Han Guishan, asking if their place had any wild vegetables to spare for him.

When Han Guishan received the message, he was listening to his assistant’s work report. As a diligent, self-made tycoon, his daily life was just this simple, unadorned, and busy.

“The data from headquarters indicates…” The assistant was earnestly reporting work when he was interrupted by Han Guishan.

“Hold on a second, headquarters can wait. Do you know where I can get wild vegetables in Beiping?” Han Guishan felt such a small favor should be helped if possible, who knew, Jiang Feng might need the wild vegetables to develop wild vegetable dumplings.

After all, eating pickled vegetable dumplings got tiresome after a while; it was time to try some new flavors.

“Ah?” The versatile assistant was momentarily confused, but his excellent work ethic and the high salary his boss paid him made him get into gear instantly, “We should be able to find some. I’ll look into it for you.”

“Good,” Han Guishan nodded, “You can leave the report; I’ll take a look at it. Go check and get back to me as soon as possible, I need it delivered by this afternoon, the fresher the better.”

Wild vegetables taste best when they’re freshly dug; ones that have been sitting for days, dry and devoid of moisture, are bitter and hard to swallow.

“Understood, Mr. Han. I’ll have an answer for you before noon,” the assistant promised.