Chapter 768: Chapter 767: Four Sheets of Paper

Having acquired two sets of memories in one go, Jiang Feng suddenly lost interest in eating and just wanted to check out the fresh memories. When he entered the dining room, the three hadn’t started eating yet, all eyeing the dishes on the table as if they had already selected their targets for attack.

“Why haven’t you started eating yet?” Jiang Feng asked with a smile, having just delayed quite a bit of time messing around with stuff and washing his hands.

“Brother, you worked so hard to cook, we definitely have to wait for you to join us before starting!” Jiang Junlian immediately said.

Jiang Feng’s eyes instantly moistened, such a sweet cousin she was, even knowing that she was fibbing, he was still touched.

Deeply moved, Jiang Feng picked up his chopsticks and served Jiang Junlian a large piece of braised pork, smiling, “Eat more, let’s start eating.”

The three immediately began to feast.

Jiang Feng had a pancake roll and a bowl of soup noodles for breakfast and wasn’t hungry at all. He sampled all the dishes on the table except for the braised pork. Although his cooking skills were decent now and the dishes tasted alright, he always felt something was missing.

How should I put it, although he tackled Western cuisine today, there was not a single dish that tasted like it was Western food.

It might’ve been because they were using chopsticks instead of a fork and knife.

“Brother, this apple-roasted chicken of yours is really delicious!” Jiang Junlian, halfway through her meal, felt it was time to show off her own talent.

“Right, right, right, I think this stir-fried egg is also tasty, it looks especially nice served in an eggshell, and the fried fish is good too,” Jiang Junqing expressed her agreement.

Ji Xia didn’t have the habit of praising the food while eating, but since Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing had both complimented the dishes, she went along with the local custom and casually praised one as well.

“The braised pork is delicious.”

Jiang Feng: …

Who could have thought? Among the three, it was Ji Xia, who seemed the most perfunctory, who actually praised the right dish.

Midway through dinner, Zhang Guanghang messaged Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng put down his chopsticks and started chatting with Zhang Guanghang, gradually forgetting about his meal.

Zhang Guanghang told Jiang Feng that the stuff Ji Xia had cleaned out was indeed mostly useless junk. Jiang Feng could help throw it away if he was willing, just keeping the small tin box with the piece of paper inside was enough.

As for the snuff bottle that Jiang Junqing had found looking like it was made of jade , it was actually a rather high-end imitation. Years ago, Xia Mushi had thought it was a rare item and bought it at a high price. After getting it appraised and realizing he had been tricked, he didn’t have the heart to throw it away and in a fit of anger chucked it into the storeroom to be ignored; afterward, he forgot about it, leaving it there till today.

Zhang Guanghang said to Jiang Feng that if Jiang Junqing liked it, she could take it away. That thing wasn’t really worth anything—selling it now would at most net a couple of ten thousand yuan.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Feng, whose combined total in his bank account, Alipay, and WeChat balance fell short of twenty thousand yuan, shed the tears of poverty.

Because of that snuff bottle, Zhang Guanghang suddenly became talkative. He told Jiang Feng that there were quite a few high-quality imitation cultural relics in those two storerooms, just like the snuff bottle, all things that Xia Mushi looked at with annoyance but couldn’t bring himself to discard. Back when the antique craze was at its peak, Xia Mushi had followed the trend and bought quite a few. However, not being a connoisseur and lacking proper cultivation in this area, he was badly swindled, and the items in the storeroom were the “stupidity tax” Xia Mushi paid at that time.

Regarding this, Jiang Feng could only think that it was lucky they were living in a society governed by the rule of law; otherwise, in Xia Mushi’s younger days, a swindler might have the life to swindle him but not the life to spend the money.

As they chatted, Jiang Feng suddenly remembered that the knife that could bring out memories might not be ordinary. After all, objects capable of bringing out memories would have a history that left an indelible mark on people.

Jiang Feng: By the way, Xiaxia also found a knife covered in rust. It looks quite unique, not like a common knife, and it seems to be quite old. Should I keep it for you?

Zhang Guanghang: ?

Zhang Guanghang: Send me a photo, I didn’t notice it earlier.

Jiang Feng glanced at the dishes on the table, most of which had already been eaten, and left a message, “You guys keep eating, I’ll go find something,” and headed straight for the warehouse.

The rusty knife was placed alone in a corner. Jiang Feng walked over, squatted down, took five continuous shots of the knife, and sent them all to Zhang Guanghang.

Zhang Guanghang studied it for a long time but couldn’t make heads or tails of it. To him, it seemed like an ordinary, rusty knife that could be thrown away, utterly useless and unmemorable. But since Jiang Feng had mentioned it, he asked Jiang Feng to keep the knife for now.

At the end, Zhang Guanghang also specifically reminded Jiang Feng to put the tin box in the kitchen cabinet, stating he would come back to get it that night.

Only then did Jiang Feng truly become interested in the tin box.

If the box contained neat stacks of sticky notes, he might have thought of it as a box full of memories, but what was inside clearly appeared to be crumpled, then folded open, papers that seemed like discarded drafts, which hardly seemed to harbor any pleasant memories.

But since Zhang Guanghang said so, Jiang Feng did as he was told, taking the tin box into the kitchen, planning to put it in the first and most conspicuous cabinet meant for large condiments.

The moment he was about to close the cabinet door, Jiang Feng couldn’t suppress his curiosity. Although he felt it might be a bit inappropriate, he still took the tin box back out again, wanting to open it and see what was so different about those few pieces of scrap paper inside.

After opening the box, Jiang Feng was surprised to find that he could actually understand the French written on it.

It was as if he were looking at subtitles created by a very realistic translation team, with Chinese translations seems to automatically appear under the incomprehensible French, allowing Jiang Feng to easily comprehend the words.

Jiang Feng was stunned for a moment before he realized that this was the buff from Shafu Roast Chicken.

A French language buff that seemed quite insignificant, but which had a small effect at a moment like this.

Even though he understood it, the text on the paper was still baffling.

The first sheet said to make a cream cake.

The second sheet instructed to write a hymn of praise.

The third sheet asked for a group photo.

The fourth was gibberish.

The fourth sheet was incredibly short, so brief that it didn’t even form a sentence. Jiang Feng thought perhaps Zhang Guanghang had only written a few words at the time and had not continued writing, which might be why it had turned into gibberish.

Based on the first three sheets, it felt like the writings were akin to a foreign elementary school student’s homework.

Don’t ask why it reminds him of a foreign elementary school student’s homework. The popular science articles Jiang Feng read during his school years made him believe that the assignments of such students were incredibly fascinating, involving tasks like making windmills or picking potatoes—anything but homework.

Jiang Feng fail to see any reason why these few sheets of paper needed to be carefully preserved and saved.

In his view, they were just very ordinary pieces of paper with writing on them, expressing neither hopes nor dreams, just feeling like a few simple plans, little tasks that were easy to accomplish. Even the paper felt like the cheap scratch paper he used for drafting homework as a child.

Jiang Junqing, Jiang Junlian and Ji Xia were still dining, and it wasn’t likely that they would venture into the kitchen anytime soon.

After reading the papers, Jiang Feng’s curiosity grew even stronger. Originally, he had planned to go back home in the afternoon and review the memory alone, but he couldn’t wait any longer and just stood in the kitchen, opening his attribute panel to locate “Zhang Guanghang’s Piece of Memory” and clicked yes.

A foggy haze.

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