Chapter 597: Chapter 595: Luxury Set Meal

The chat concluded with Jiang Weiming finishing his breakfast.

Mrs. Zhu, an excellent caretaker capable of looking after Xia Mushi, had won widespread affection and trust from numerous clients over the years through her style of doing more and speaking less.

After Jiang Weiming finished his breakfast, Mrs. Zhu helped him lie back down, which was also the doctor’s prescription for him, to lie down more and sit less, as it would be several days before he could get out of bed and move around.

A minute later, Jiang Feng left the inpatient building carrying two clean food containers, heading to the emergency department to retrieve Director Zhong’s container before returning to Taifeng Building.

Director Zhong was treating a patient, and the food containers were placed at the nurse’s station. At the nurse’s station, there was a nurse Jiang Feng recognized but whose name he couldn’t recall, chatting with another nurse he had never seen before.

“Mr. Jiang, here’s your food container. Director Zhong has cleaned it and asked me to pass it on to you.” Jiang Feng didn’t know the nurse, but she knew him.

Jiang Feng was somewhat of a celebrity in the emergency department; previously, due to delivering meals for Jiang Shoucheng, he had become casually acquainted with the various doctors and nurses there, but that was as far as it went. Those who had tasted his cooking naturally had a good relationship with him, but they were in the minority. Among the nurses, only Huihui had the good fortune to occasionally enjoy a meal because she was Sun’s girlfriend; the others had only smelled the delicious food but had never tasted it, though they all knew he was the brother of Jiang Shoucheng.

“Thank you.” Jiang Feng took the food container, put it in a plastic bag, and left.

“Wow, you in the emergency department even have family members of patients bringing doctors meals in food containers, surely homemade, so fancy,” remarked a young nurse from another department who had come to deliver something. “That must have been a relative of the patient with myocarditis who Director Zhong revived yesterday, right?”

“Yes.” The emergency department nurse nodded. “He’s Dr. Jiang’s brother, a chef, and it seems he will be taking care of all three meals a day for Director Zhong starting today.”

The nurse from the other department nodded and, not particularly interested, took her things and left.

No sooner had the nurse from the other department left, than the emergency department nurse caught Huihui passing by.

“Huihui, I heard that the breakfast Mr. Jiang brought this morning was especially delicious, is it true?” asked the emergency department nurse with a face full of gossip.

Huihui cautiously looked around, making sure Dr. Lu and Dr. Cao weren’t nearby before whispering, “Really, this morning when Director Zhong was having breakfast, my Old Sun just happened to be in the office.”

“Tell me quickly what was in the food container. I have a dinner date with the girls from orthopedics after work, and I can show off while we eat.”

“It was quite abundant; a serving of beef noodles, six spring rolls, two scallion pancakes with more than ten pan-fried dumplings on top, and at the very bottom a bowl of egg drop soup. The big food container was packed tight, and my Old Sun said it was incredibly fragrant when first opened, especially the aroma of the beef in the beef noodles,” Huihui whispered, lowering her voice even further. “You know how stuffed the food container was, right? Director Zhong couldn’t finish it by himself, so he shared the spring rolls, pancakes, and dumplings with Dr. Cao, Dr. Lu, and Old Sun.”

“Old Sun said Dr. Cao is really regretting now, wishing he had realized Sir Jiang had myocarditis from the start.”

“Your Old Sun must be joking with you; no doctor can diagnose myocarditis from just one look,” laughed the nurse.

“That’s just how he is, all talk, nine out of ten things he says are false,” Huihui said.

“Right, where’s your Old Sun? I haven’t seen him since just now.”

“Him?” Huihui pointed towards the break room, “He went to the break room to make beef noodles.”

Nurse: ?

On the other hand, once Jiang Feng returned to Taifeng Building, he distinctly sensed that everyone was preoccupied.

Mostly it was Sir Jiang who was distracted.

Yesterday, in the hospital, Sir Jiang hadn’t shown any obvious emotional changes, remaining as usual, the calm and irascible giver of orders.

But today was different; he was obviously daydreaming as Zhang Wei, right under his eyes, cut the potato strips unevenly without him noticing, then he scolded Zhang Wei furiously. Zhang Wei’s distraction caused him to cut the potato strips unevenly as well, and not just him – Jiang Feng could clearly feel that everyone was somewhat uneasy and distracted to a greater or lesser extent.

Because someone was missing in the kitchen, a Head Chef.

During their time as Head Chefs, Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming had always divided their work clearly: Jiang Weiguo was responsible for scolding people and pointing out mistakes, while Jiang Weiming took over after Jiang Weiguo finished.

It wasn’t the first time the two Sirs had been away from the kitchen; in the past everyone knew it was just because they were temporarily occupied and would only be absent for a day or two. But this time everyone was very aware that it would be a long time before Jiang Weiming could return to the kitchen.

Without Jiang Weiming’s warm and soothing smile nor the sound of Jiang Weiguo’s thunderous scolding, the kitchen of Taifeng Building seemed to have lost its soul.

“Grandfather,” Jiang Feng approached Jiang Weiguo and asked softly, “has Sun Jikai talked about when Sir Sun’s funeral will be held?”

He and Jiang Weiguo would definitely need to attend Sun Guanyun’s funeral.

“Not yet,” Jiang Weiguo said, chopping vegetables absentmindedly.

Jiang Feng put the food container in the cupboard and found an empty culinary station to start preparing the pigeon.

“Jiang Feng, how is Master Jiang doing now? How long before he can be discharged?” Zhang Wei leaned over and asked Jiang Feng.

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“It’s okay, I had a large bowl of oatmeal porridge this morning. But as for how soon I’ll be discharged, I’m not sure, it depends on Granduncle Weiming’s recovery. Why do you ask?” Jiang Feng questioned.

“I want to give Master Jiang a discharge gift, but I’m not sure what to gift him. That’s why I called my dad last night asking him to make a pot for Master Jiang,” Zhang Weiyu explained.

Jiang Feng: ?

“It would be more sincere if I made it myself, but there’s no place or materials for me to make a pot here, and besides, my dad’s pot-making skills are better than mine. I told him, he has to put in all his effort this time, give it a full 120%, not just muddle through like he does for other customers, he should be able to finish it before Master Jiang is discharged,” Zhang Weiyu started talking to himself.

Jiang Feng: ?

“Can you have him make one for me too?”

Zhang Weiyu: ?

After ending the boring conversation about pot-making with Zhang Weiyu, Jiang Feng focused on preparing the squab. Once he finished prepping the squab, he got incredibly busy making the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon.

Jiang Weiguo was fully committed to cooking, not having the time to worry about how others were doing. He only glanced over when someone asked for help, which was completely unlike his usual self.

Very sullen.

By the time Jiang Feng had all the customer’s orders of Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon steaming, Jiang Weiguo had finished preparing 3 boxes of meals.

Jiang Feng only took one look at the meals and was stunned on the spot.

He only saw Jiang Weiming’s breakfast this morning, a normal-sized bowl of oatmeal porridge in the lunchbox, so he thought the box for Director Zhong and Jiang Weisheng would be similar. It wasn’t until he saw the full extent of the lunch that he realized how naive he had been.

Jiang Weiming’s lunch was still primarily light and liquid food, not a large amount, just a regular person’s portion, not worth noting in detail.

But the amounts in Jiang Weisheng’s and Director Zhong’s boxes weren’t normal at all, especially the one for Director Zhong—it deserved to be written about in big letters, maybe a subject for Jiang Junlian’s 800-word essay.

Though the lunchboxes were ordinary three-tier ones, the meals inside were anything but ordinary.

Jiang Weisheng’s box contained plain white rice, stir-fried baby bok choy with lard, honey barbecue pork, braised pork, and a bowl of egg drop soup. To prevent the flavors from mixing, Sir had thoughtfully placed the braised pork over the rice.

If we say that Jiang Weisheng’s meal was just a regular one, then Director Zhong’s was a super deluxe set meal because it contained an entire pork knuckle.

That’s right, an entire pork knuckle.

Since the whole knuckle couldn’t fit, Jiang Feng witnessed Sir skillfully carve the meat off the knuckle, mixing it with a small amount of broth on top of the white rice.

This was the first tier.

The middle tier, the largest one, was tightly packed with 5 dishes by Sir.

There was the silver fish omelet sponsored by Master Huang, crispy golden fried belt fish, sweet and sour spare ribs beautifully separated and arranged on their own, Taifeng Building’s best-selling scallion burst sea cucumber, and Sir’s personally cooked oyster sauce lettuce.

The bottom tier was stewed cabbage with tofu.

One box to outdo six.

“Grandpa, isn’t this a bit too much?” Jiang Feng hinted cautiously.

Even if Director Zhong starved himself to death, he wouldn’t be able to finish such a meal.

“It’s not too much.” As soon as he finished making lunch, Sir started thinking about what to make for dinner, “Shoucheng said that doctors work hard and need to eat a lot.”

Jiang Feng: ?

What kind of slander had Cheng told Grandpa when he wasn’t around?

Jiang Feng could only carefully stuff the three lunchboxes into an extra-large plastic bag and went off to deliver the meals.

Taifeng Building takeaway, mission bound to succeed.

“Dad, let me take care of third uncle tomorrow!” Jiang Jiankang was completely won over by the care package.

“Scram.”

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