The Game of Life-Chapter 806 - 805 Suggestion (1)
Chapter 806 -805 Suggestion (1)
Chapter 806 -805 Suggestion (1)
After filling up on food and drink, Jiang Feng sat on the sofa and pondered for quite a while before finally selecting [a memory of Zhao LanHua] from the three remaining memories in his inventory.
As he clicked yes, Jiang Feng was immediately shrouded in mist.
The fog came quickly and dispersed just as fast. Jiang Feng felt it was like a gust of wind blowing in his face, and then the fog scattered in a rush, as if it couldn’t wait to clear.
“Lanhua, your mom already talked to me about this last time. You’re not getting any younger, and everyone is pretty anxious. I think you and Jiang get along pretty well. From the first day I brought you to the state-owned restaurant, I could tell Jiang had something special for you. He’s never been so patient with a female comrade.”
“I know you’re shy, but Jiang here, he doesn’t have elders at home, and a lot of things he doesn’t think about. Without someone nudging him, he probably hasn’t realized it’s time. Things that should be settled need to be settled; you have to hint at it. These types of things, you can’t be the one to bring them up first. Look, today just happens to be your birthday, and after today, you’ll be 18. When I was your age, my son could already walk. We need to hurry with what needs hurrying.”
It was the familiar voice, the same old script. As soon as the fog cleared, Jiang Feng saw the same auntie who had orchestrated the matchmaking at Mrs. Jiang’s gathering with Sir.
The auntie was still the plump figure she had always been, but Zhao LanHua was no longer the gaunt figure she once was.
She had flesh on her face!
Jiang Feng looked over Zhao LanHua, who was shyly lowering her head, from top to bottom. Indeed, she had gained weight, or more accurately, she had become much healthier. She was still thin, but at least her arms looked normal, there was flesh on her cheeks, and her hands were no longer as skinny as chicken claws covered with just a layer of skin. Her complexion had also improved a lot. Apart from her dry, yellow hair that still showed signs of malnutrition, overall she didn’t look much different from a healthy, slender girl.
“Auntie, this isn’t good, is it? Weiguo and I have only been together for half a year,” Zhao LanHua whispered.
“What’s not good about that? Of course, it’s good, it’s been over half a year. Haven’t you been together long enough? I’ve never seen Jiang able to be with a girl for half a year. Not to mention half a year, he can’t even make it half a day. Trust your auntie; right after you and Jiang first met on that blind date, Old Huang told me right away that you two had chemistry. Don’t you trust your Uncle Huang’s judgment? He said it’s promising, so there won’t be any problems.” The plump auntie suddenly got excited, “It’s also because Jiang’s family doesn’t have elders to preside over these things. Jiang probably doesn’t understand either. How can you be together for half a year and not show anything?”
“Lanhua, this is your matter so you have to take it to heart. Today, you must find a chance to talk to Jiang about it.”
After listening for quite some time, Jiang Feng finally realized that Comrade Zhao LanHua and her side were pressing for marriage.
“By the way, have you arranged where to meet today? Let me take you there.”
“We arranged to meet at the state-owned restaurant at three o’clock in the afternoon. Weiguo said he wants to celebrate my birthday,” Zhao LanHua murmured softly.
She had set out early in the morning from her village and arrived in the city by noon.
“Three o’clock in the afternoon, huh? Time’s almost up, let’s go. Jiang too, every single time it’s arranged to meet at the state-owned restaurant, never thought to change the place.” The plump auntie stood up, didn’t head out the door first but went into the kitchen instead, grabbed an egg, and handed it to Zhao LanHua, “Haven’t eaten yet? Eat an egg to fill you up for now.”
“Thank you, auntie.” Zhao LanHua took the egg in her hand and didn’t forget to whisper a word in defense of Jiang Weiguo, “I think meeting at the state-owned restaurant is quite good.”
The plump auntie didn’t hear the last part of Zhao LanHua’s reply as she led her out the door.
It was once again the same route as in the previous memory, the two walked through the tube buildings, and after a short walk, they arrived at the entrance of the state-owned restaurant. Different from the previous memory, the person waiting inside the restaurant wasn’t the plump waitress who was reading the newspaper, and it was Jiang Weiguo who was noticeably cleaner, maybe even ironed, in his work clothes.
“Hey, Jiang, I delivered Lanhua while passing by, need to go buy some medicine for Old Huang, so I’ll leave you two,” Mrs. Hehua said.
“Thank you, Mrs. Hehua.” Jiang Weiguo nodded slightly to Mrs. Hehua.
“I won’t disturb you young ones, you two get along well,” Mrs. Hehua said cheerfully, giving Zhao LanHua a knowing look, probably a reminder about bringing up the marriage discussion, then she left.
While Zhao LanHua was holding the egg, contemplating whether or not to bring it up, and if she should, whether now was the right time, Jiang Weiguo spoke first.
He noticed the egg in Zhao LanHua’s hand.
“Haven’t you eaten yet?”
“I have. Because today is my birthday, my mother steamed an egg for me this morning, and I also ate a pancake. I had another pancake on the way; this egg was just given to me by the auntie,” Zhao LanHua explained, and her train of thought was completely disrupted.
Jiang Weiguo nodded and led Zhao LanHua into the kitchen. The kitchen was still the same as before, with basically no changes except for a newly installed stove, and the cooking table was filled with a lot of fresh vegetables obviously prepared for the evening business.
As soon as Zhao LanHua entered the kitchen, she felt much more comfortable; she completely put aside Mrs. Hehua’s cautions and excitedly asked, “Weiguo, what are we eating today?”
Jiang Feng: ?
Was the content of your dates so plain and monotonous back then?
Clearly, the dates between Zhao LanHua and Jiang Weiguo were just that plain and monotonous.
Jiang Weiguo glanced over the cooking table: “Roast duck.”
“Roast… roast duck?” Zhao LanHua stammered, shocked, swallowing saliva several times, “Is it… is it the kind of roast duck you told me about before?”
Jiang Feng was also a bit shocked; he didn’t know Sir actually knew how to make roast duck, as he had always thought Sir couldn’t do it.
Jiang Weiguo nodded and lifted the inverted big basin on the cooking table, revealing a cleaned duck underneath.
A very plump duck, fat and large, lay clean and white on the cooking table, looking exceptionally tantalizing.
But the duck soon lost its cleanliness, as Jiang Weiguo began to brush sauce over it, tinting the duck the color of the sauce before hanging it up with hooks and placing it into the stove to roast.
Zhao LanHua watched the entire process from the side, and only when Jiang Weiguo put the duck into the stove to start roasting did she, unable to contain her curiosity, ask, “Weiguo, was this stove specifically built for roasting ducks?”
“No,” said Jiang Weiguo, “our shop doesn’t sell roast duck; this is for roasting mutton.”
“Why don’t you sell roast duck? I think roast duck sounds delicious,” Zhao LanHua expressed her confusion.
“It’s troublesome,” Jiang Weiguo replied succinctly, “I’m the only one in the store who knows how to make it; if we were to sell it, I’d have to be in the store all the time.”
Just as now, with the duck hung in the roasting oven, Jiang Weiguo had to watch over it and couldn’t leave for too long. Zhao LanHua, apparently accustomed to it, not only cracked and ate the eggs that Mrs. Hehua had given her earlier but also very conscientiously poured two cups of water—one for her, one for Jiang Weiguo—and moved a couple of chairs from outside into the kitchen so they could sit and wait for the roast duck to be done.
With the water and chairs set up, the date had begun.
Zhao LanHua looked at Jiang Weiguo with anticipation, “Weiguo, could you start by telling me about the crab story from Magic City that you never finished? Before you left for FJ, we didn’t finish the story, and after you went there for a month, you never mentioned it again. I want to hear that.”
Jiang Weiguo took a few sips of water to moisten his throat: “Crab, what crab?”
Clearly, he had told so many stories that even he could hardly remember.
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“It’s the one where you catch the crabs, keep them alive in a vat, then add liquor or something and seal it. You didn’t finish it last time because we went to see a movie, remember?”
Jiang Weiguo nodded, now with a bit of recollection.
“I must have been telling you about drunken crab. Back then, when I first arrived in Magic City, I couldn’t find work and didn’t have much money on me, not even a place to stay. Eventually, I found a job that included meals, in a small restaurant that specialized in river delicacies, particularly known for its drunken crab. I did a bit of everything there: washing dishes, cleaning tables, preparing the river delicacies, cleaning crabs. Every time I left, I would reek of fish; I only had two sets of clothes back then. Even my body, my feet, even my hair smelled of it. To those who didn’t know me, I might as well have been a fisherman, and people would avoid me on the street,” Jiang Weiguo started his story.
Jiang Feng and Zhao LanHua listened intently to his story by his side.
In the oven, the fire roasted the duck steadily, and the scent of the roast duck slowly began to fill the kitchen, much like Jiang Weiguo’s deep and steady voice, plain yet comforting.
It also carried with it a touch of sweetness and warmth.
