THE GAME OF LIFE

Chapter 701: Chapter 700 Exploded

Jiang Weiming, after regaining the taste sensitivity of a normal person, was like a child eating for the first time, finding everything new and wanting to taste everything he saw.

He tasted everything from chicken tofu, flavored by Jiang Weisheng with either too much garlic or sauce, to cucumbers, tomatoes, white radishes, and various fruits in the kitchen that could be eaten raw, to the broth in the pot, leftover meat slices from lunch, pickles and jams in the cabinet, and even the chili powder that Wu Minqi treasured—all of them had been tried without exception.

“Master, the doctor said you can’t have too much sugar, you’ve already had rock sugar, white sugar, brown sugar, black sugar, and plum candy, you really can’t eat maltose anymore, you’ve eaten half a bag just today!” Jiang Weisheng clutched the maltose in his hand and resolutely refused to give it up.

The maltose was sent by Ji Yue’s grandmother, a little snack made with sesame mixed in, somehow ending up in the back kitchen’s cupboard, from where Jiang Weiming had just found and taken it out.

Everyone: ????

Is this really about eating sugar????

“Feng, did your granduncle Weiming have some issue that I don’t know about?” Jiang Weiguo, after watching his third brother’s bewildering actions with delight for a long while, finally figured something out and turned to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng: ….

Now that Jiang Weiming’s sense of taste had returned, there was no point in hiding it anymore, so he simply told the truth.

“Granduncle Weiming had been ill before, and after he got better, he lost his sense of taste,” Jiang Feng said honestly.

Sir’s eyes immediately widened a bit, and then returned to normal as he turned to look at Jiang Weiming, who had given up on the maltose and was smiling, preparing to go back and eat rock sugar, but was being stopped by Jiang Weisheng.

“Who else knows about this?” Sir asked.

“It was discovered by Mr. Jiang and me by accident. Granduncle Weiming didn’t want others to know and asked us not to say anything, so we didn’t dare to. I didn’t mean to keep it from you deliberately. Mr. Jiang and I thought that granduncle Weiming just couldn’t accept it temporarily and wanted to wait until he could accept it before telling everyone,” Jiang Feng hastily explained, fearing that Sir would be angry.

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Sir wasn’t angry and just waved his hand: “I’m not angry; I’ve been negligent recently. I thought your granduncle Weiming hasn’t been going to the kitchen or cooking because his body couldn’t bear it after his illness, not energetic. I didn’t realize it.”

Jiang Feng was surprised to find that Sir’s temper had actually gotten better.

“So…” Sir supported his chin with his hand, “did your third brother suddenly regain his taste while eating chicken tofu?”

Although Sir had unintentionally stumbled upon the truth, Jiang Feng still felt the need to explain: “Granduncle Weiming originally lost his sense of taste suddenly because of an illness, it could have been temporary. Now that his body has mostly recovered, his sense of taste has returned, which I think is quite normal.”

To prevent Sir from overthinking, Jiang Feng specifically emphasized: “It’s just a coincidence that he ate chicken tofu this afternoon. If granduncle Weiming had eaten the stew from next door, he might have been able to taste that too.”

Sir hadn’t thought that much at all; he originally didn’t know about Jiang Weiming losing his sense of taste. Now that Jiang Weiming’s sense of taste had returned to normal, he didn’t want to delve deeper or bring up irrelevant issues; he simply pretended he knew nothing.

“Since that’s the case, you’ve also told others about this; let’s avoid unnecessary trouble,” Sir instructed, glancing at the pot, “so much chicken tofu, do not delay eating it. Serve me a bowl and save it, I’m going out for a while; it’s too stuffy in here.”

Having said that, Sir left, his pace as brisk as ever but relaxed and cheerful.

“Okay, Grandpa!” Jiang Feng shouted loudly after Sir’s retreating figure.

Although Jiang Weiming’s chef’s taste-testing had caused some delays, everyone eventually got to eat their chicken tofu.

It wasn’t particularly fresh out of the pot but still remarkably delicious chicken tofu.

Jiang Feng not only saved a bowl for Sir but also left one for Jiang Weiming to eat after finishing the rock candy.

Since the chicken tofu was made by Jiang Feng, it was naturally up to him to distribute it.

The distribution method was simple: those close to him got more, others got less; everyone got some, and having some was a win. Faced with the chicken tofu that cost one day’s wages for many, everyone only felt excitement and happiness; they ate it bite by bite, large or small, whether in the back kitchen, lobby, corner, or doorway, filling the air with a merry atmosphere.

Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian, as Jiang Feng’s biological father and mother, naturally got the largest bowls. Each with a small stool in a corner of the back kitchen, they abandoned their usual hearty eating habits and nibbled at their chicken tofu like little chickens pecking at grains.

“Jiankang, we really have a good son!” Wang Xiulian hadn’t actually tasted anything made by Jiang Feng these days. She missed the broth that day too, and no matter how many times people said your son’s cooking is delicious, it couldn’t compare to the taste of this very bite she was having now.

Thinking this, Wang Xiulian felt that the people who had praised Jiang Feng in front of her these past days just didn’t cut it.

What do they mean your son’s cooking is delicious?

Can the dish made by her “son” just be described as delicious?

It’s a delicacy, a gourmet treat, a treasure of rare ingredients, a dish that even the adults next door would covet to tears!

Wang Xiulian felt she needed to learn from her sister-in-law; her vocabulary had gotten somewhat weak over the years from lack of progress.

“Right, my wife,” Jiang Jiankang nodded in total agreement, filled with pride.

He might not be much, but his son sure was!

Jiang Jiankang had always thought that although his son was sensible, well-behaved, caring, and shared his love for sleeping in and goofing off, the boy was a bit too sincere and not as clever as some of his nephews. He was frail, hadn’t been in good health as a child, couldn’t put on weight, and lacked the presence of the Jiang Family members. It was a blemish amidst the beauty that always left a hint of regret.

But now, all those regrets were gone, replaced only by pride and joy.

Although his son was skinny, his culinary skills were outstanding!

Although his son was naive, his culinary skills were outstanding!

Although his son wasn’t as clever as some of his nephews, his culinary skills were outstanding!

Jiang Jiankang felt incredibly lucky to have fathered such an excellent son!

He was Jiang Feng’s biological father, after all. Would he ever miss out on any delicious dish that Jiang Feng made?

Jiang Jiankang’s thoughts made him increasingly content, and even the pace at which he ate the chicken tofu flower dish quickened.

Wang Xiulian smacked Jiang Jiankang’s arm, “Why are you eating so fast? Once it’s gone, that’s it!”

“Oh, oh, oh.” Jiang Jiankang slowed down his eating.

“Speaking of which,” Jiang Jiankang suddenly realized halfway through his bowl of chicken tofu flower, he hadn’t taken a picture to post in the family group!

At such a crucial moment, how could he not take a picture and share it with everyone in the family group?

Jiang Jiankang looked at the chicken tofu flower in his bowl and then at Wang Xiulian’s, saying, “Wife, just wait a moment. Let me take a picture of the chicken tofu flower in your bowl and send it to elder brother and the others.”

All Wang Xiulian could do was stop eating and hold up her half-eaten bowl of chicken tofu flower, “Then make sure you take a good picture.”

“Okay!”

Jiang Jiankang selected his usual filter out of habit, snapped a photo, and sent it to the family group.

I Love Working I’m Happy: Chicken tofu flower Jiang Feng made this afternoon, dad and third uncle both said it’s delicious, totally not inferior to the one third uncle made last time [Thumbs Up][Thumbs Up][Thumbs Up]

I Love Working I’m Happy: [Image]

After putting down his phone to continue eating his chicken tofu flower, Jiang Jiankang picked up his phone again about ten minutes later after finishing the dish to check the family group and found it eerily silent, with no one speaking.

Jiang Jiankang: ?

Perhaps everyone was busy?

What Jiang Jiankang didn’t know was that although the family group was quiet, Jiang Feng’s phone was being bombarded with messages from various uncles, aunts, and cousins. Less than two minutes after Jiang Jiankang’s post, Jiang Feng’s phone, which had no message notifications muted, began to buzz non-stop until it nearly exploded.

In short, his WeChat was blown up.

It was bombarded by everyone’s flattery.

The app was so overwhelmed it froze; it couldn’t even load, forcing him to restart his phone.

Jiang Feng couldn’t even read the first message before WeChat crashed: …

Did his dad post something inappropriate in the family group?

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