Chapter 773: Chapter 772 Apple Pie

The kitchen was still unchanged, but a second before, Jiang Feng was in the kitchen of Fen Garden from ten years ago, and the next, he found himself in the kitchen from over a decade later. This brief entanglement of time and space at the same location left him with a mix of dream and reality, illusion and truth, which brought about confusion.

This confusion made Jiang Feng momentarily uncertain whether he was in his memories or in reality. Instinctively, he glanced at the position of the large oven, and it was only after seeing the oven that he felt reassured.

Yes, he had indeed left his memories behind.

Only then did Jiang Feng open the attribute panel and flip to the recipe section, and as expected, the recipe that had been illuminated this time was Xia Mushi’s.

Xia Mushi (3/4)

[Apple Baked Pie A-Rank]

Creator: Xia Mushi

Dish Details: This creative and imaginative dish, called apple pie but actually an apple baked pie, was created inadvertently by the creator under limited conditions. With his superb culinary skills and great imagination, he crafted this somewhat complicated but delicious dessert just to cheer up his little apprentice. Because of its underlying significance, this delightful baked pie became a taste that the user would find hard to forget. Consuming it on one’s birthday would grant a whole day of good luck.

Number of times it can be made per week (0/1)

Jiang Feng: !

I didn’t expect it to be a mystical dish.

I just don’t know if this once-a-week apple baked pie’s luck buff is stronger or weaker than the carrot and beef stew, which can only be made once every hundred days.

Jiang Feng thought that the carrot and beef stew’s luck buff was probably a bit better, even though the dish could only be made once every hundred days, because you could eat it anytime. The apple baked pie, on the other hand, was a birthday exclusive and had to be eaten on one’s birthday to trigger the buff.

As Jiang Feng was contemplating who might be having a birthday soon to be used as a guinea pig to test the luck buff, his phone vibrated.

Zhang Guanghang had sent him a new message.

Zhang Guanghang: You rarely get a day off today, so don’t make a special trip to the store just to give me the key and the box. Just leave the key on the cabinet in the kitchen. Don’t put the box in the kitchen though, the cabinets there are a bit damp. Please, put it in my master’s bedroom on the nightstand. I’ll draw you a map of where my master’s room is and send it to you later. The key to the room is in the third storage cabinet from the left as you enter the kitchen.

Jiang Feng didn’t need Zhang Guanghang to draw him a map. He had just seen where Xia Mushi’s room was in his memory. Without waiting for Zhang Guanghang to send the map, Jiang Feng found the key placed at the very back of the third cabinet on the left as he entered, as described in the message just received.

Although the key was kept in the cabinet, it looked very new and was not dusty, indicating it was often used.

Holding the key and a small tin box, Jiang Feng walked towards Xia Mushi’s room.

As he walked, Jiang Feng mused whether it was Xia Mushi who had finally started to seriously plan the house’s layout in the later years, or whether it was actually Zhang Guanghang who helped with the planning once he grew up. Now, the design of the Fen Garden residential area seemed much more rational than before, without the many strange room arrangements that had only a bed or just a TV. Overall, it looked very normal and not unlike the Li Mansion, a typical minimalist yet luxurious villa.

Before visiting Xia Mushi’s room, Jiang Feng made a point of detouring to peek into Zhang Guanghang’s room through the window.

The room was tidy, a big bed having replaced the small one, wallpaper now covered the walls, the study desk had been replaced by a computer desk, a flat-screen TV hung on the wall, and the standing wardrobe had been converted into a built-in closet structure.

It could be said that, except for the size of the room, everything else inside had almost completely changed.

In contrast, Xia Mushi’s room had not changed at all.

The furniture was still the same, some new pieces had been added, but the old furniture hadn’t been discarded, and it was clear at a glance that it had been used for many years, showing signs of wear on the cabinet’s wood finish.

Though Xia Mushi was no longer here and the room was destined to have no inhabitants, it was clear that someone cleaned it every day; it was spotless, the bedding neatly folded on the bed as if waiting for someone to return and stay.

After thinking it over, Jiang Feng decided to place the tin box on the nightstand.

Xia Mushi’s room had not had a nightstand ten years ago, but now not only was there a nightstand, but there were also quite a few things on it. The first thing Jiang Feng saw was the familiar urn, but the ashes inside were no longer there.

Jiang Feng knew about this. Before Xia Mushi passed away, he had instructed Zhang Guanghang to bury Li Fen’s ashes with him. Zhang Guanghang found a new urn for Li Fen’s ashes and buried them in Xia Mushi’s grave, leaving the old urn on the nightstand.

Beyond the urn, there was also a photo, a water cup, and a clean plastic take-out container on the nightstand.

The photo was the one Jiang Feng had seen in his memory, of Xia Mushi and Zhang Guanghang together.

Jiang Feng could understand why the photo and water cup were on the nightstand, but the placement of the take-out container was odd and strangely familiar.

Jiang Feng grew more and more convinced that this takeout box must be from Taifeng Building.

Mrs. Wang Xiulian made a point of customizing their signature takeout boxes, with “Taifeng Building” engraved at the bottom as a logo. Jiang Feng picked up the takeout box to look specifically for it, and sure enough, there were the words “Taifeng Building” at the bottom. It was a takeout box from Taifeng Building.

What was the purpose of setting a takeout box on the nightstand?

Jiang Feng returned the takeout box to the nightstand, gently pushing it back to its original place. As he pushed, he touched the edge where the lid met the box.

“Ding, obtained [A Fragment of Xia Mushi’s Memories].”

Jiang Feng: ???

Jiang Feng couldn’t help but examine the takeout box again. It was an ordinary takeout box, and certainly a product of Taifeng Building.

It was unclear whether Zhang Guanghang had intentionally placed this takeout box here, or if it had been left untouched by Xia Mushi before his passing.

Having put everything away, it was time for Jiang Feng to leave and return the key.

He glanced once more at the photo in the frame.

He remembered the French sentence written by Zhang Guanghang that he had seen in his memories but couldn’t understand.

Although he knew it wasn’t right, he really wanted to know what exactly Zhang Guanghang had written. He had even used French, which Xia Mushi couldn’t understand, to inscribe it on the back of the photo he had given as a birthday gift to Xia Mushi.

Jiang Feng carefully closed the door and headed straight to the dining room.

Ji Xia had finished eating, while Jiang Junqing and Jiang Junlian were still cleaning up the aftermath, in the process of clearing the plates for the last time.

Jiang Feng inwardly cursed his bad timing and, with a rapid stride, stepped forward to intercept Jiang Junlian who was about to pour the last of the Shafu Roast Chicken soup into a bowl to soak the rice.

“Wait!” Jiang Feng shouted.

Jiang Junlian’s hand, holding the plate, froze mid-air, not daring to move.

Seizing the plate from her hand, Jiang Feng glanced at it and noticed that indeed nothing was left besides the soup. Not a trace of apple pulp or chicken skin remained; the bones were all piled up on the table. Clearly, the sisters had done a thorough job of cleaning up the battlefield.

Jiang Junlian: ?

Under Jiang Junlian’s puzzled gaze, Jiang Feng gritted his teeth, took the plate, and gulped down a mouthful of the thick soup.

The three of them: ???

Without another word, after the buff hit, Jiang Feng rushed to the kitchen, washed the grease off his hands, dried them, and headed back to Xia Mushi’s room, leaving the three people in the dining room staring at each other in utter befuddlement, silent and confused.

“Did we eat too quickly?” Jiang Junlian said with a hint of regret, “Did little brother come back looking for more to eat only to find no more dishes, and that’s why he had to settle for the soup?”

Jiang Junqing suddenly realized the situation and then despaired, “It’s over, today we ate all the dishes little brother cooked; he was so hungry that he could only drink the soup. What if he doesn’t cook for us anymore?”

A sense of despair hung over the entire dining room.

The person who caused all this, Jiang Feng, was completely oblivious.

He was carefully taking apart the photo frame, afraid of damaging this somewhat old frame.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly.

And at last, Jiang Feng could finally make sense of the line written on the back of the photo.

To spend every birthday with grandpa.

He even saw the big smiley face that followed the sentence.

Youthful, bright, sunny, and joyful.

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