v3 Chapter 637： Self in memory

That night, the Jiangyong family happily gathered around the coffee table in the living room and wrapped the dumplings all night.

It is natural that Lin Juan is a semi-professional housewife making dumplings. Jiang Yong, as the editor-in-chief, also knows cooking skills, and the dumplings are very beautiful, let alone Jiang Weiming.

The family only has one chicken, Jiang Xiaoran.

All dumplings are like cakes.

Still the kind of soft cake.

I don't know why, Jiang Feng's look at Jiang Xiaoran suddenly became kind.

The activity of making dumplings lasted until half past ten. After the end, everyone was washing and sleeping, and the originally lively house was quiet again, leaving only a quiet night.

Such a dark night Jiang Feng has spent a lot in memory and is very experienced. He didn't peep into other people's sleeping habits, just sitting quietly in the living room as usual, waiting for the day to come.

One thing he didn't understand was why Jiang Xiaoran had apparently returned to the room for half an hour, but took out two more apples. Kakak Kakak sat at the table and finished the apple, and then went back to the room to sleep.

Who did he learn from?

Even if he was leaving, Jiang Weiming got up early and made the last breakfast at Jiang Yong's house—clear soup noodles.

Yes, it is literally clear soup.

Jiang Weiming cooked a pot of noodles with the broth that was hung yesterday.

I don't know if the bag is ordinary, and a few bucks of noodles bought from the supermarket will be honest and horrified when they meet the soup in the pot.

Anyway, when Jiang Xiaoran ate noodles, he couldn't wait to bury his entire face in the bowl.

"Dad, there is still a pot of soup in the refrigerator. What about this pot of soup?" Lin Juan took fruit from the refrigerator and was going to wash it and put it in a fresh-keeping bag for Jiang Weiming and Jiang Xiaoran to eat on their faces. Basin clear soup.

"I remember there are still several thermos cups in the house. Take them in the cups." Jiang Weiming said.

Then Jiang Xiaoran started looking for a large thermos cup, and finally found the two very large but ugly thermos cups that Jiang Feng saw behind.

After packing, Jiang Xiaoran and Jiang Weiming carried the luggage that Jiang Feng saw when he was in the street and went to the train station.

It wasn't until the two got on the train, put their luggage and started to sleep. Jiang Feng reacted afterwards, and he was picked up by Peiping.

So he will see himself in his memory.

Two months ago myself.

It's pretty exciting to think about it.

With an excited heart in his arms, Jiang Feng dangled on the high-speed rail, dangled from this carriage to that carriage, and then to the next carriage. It wasn't until the third carriage that he realized that his range of activities was surprisingly large.

In order to determine his own range of activities, Jiang Feng began to walk down the carriage until he was 4 blocks away from Jiang Weiming's carriage, and was blocked by the air wall.

With regard to this range of activities, Jiang Feng definitely wanted to sway how to sway, basically there was no need to worry about a problem that he was run by the air wall without paying attention.

Then Jiang Feng began to take a walk on the high-speed rail, sometimes listening to the cry of the children in this carriage, sometimes listening to the couple's quarrel in that carriage, and when he was tired, he went to the next carriage to watch TV with the passenger-this passenger did not wear The sound outside the headphones is quite loud, disturbing others and making Jiang Feng convenient.

I spent a few hours on a walk in this way. It was quite pleasant to take a walk in the car to see the play. As a result, Jiang Feng began to feel inexplicably nervous.

Nothing else, just for the upcoming self.

Jiang Feng followed Jiang Weiming.

Then Jiang Feng saw Wang Hao, and also saw himself around Wang Hao.

How does it feel to see yourself face to face? Jiang Feng couldn't describe it. It was weird and wonderful anyway. There was a feeling of playing a holographic game with his own protagonist.

Although he has not played holographic games, he does not know if he can play holographic games in his lifetime.

A living person who laughs and talks, and normally has the same thinking, standing opposite to himself, which makes Jiang Feng unable to stop staring at himself.

Then he found that there was a little soup stain on his collar, and it was probably sticky during lunch.

There are also a few obvious black marks on the shoes, which are estimated to have been stomped on.

Jiang Feng has no time to take care of Jiang Weiming. His eyes have been following him. Anyway, he has experienced all this himself first and knows what will happen next.

The only difficulty was crowding into the car. Jiang Weimin, Jiang Xiaoran, Wang Hao, and Jiang Feng were in the car. There was no space for Jiang Feng to squeeze in, unless he floated in the air, got into the trunk or climbed to the roof .

Jiang Feng eventually chose to climb between the trunk and the roof. He has experience in climbing the roof, but he has not climbed. Jiang Weiming has a lot of luggage. It took a lot of time to put luggage in the trunk, which also gave Jiang Feng plenty of time to climb the roof.

Jiang Feng's strange experience has increased since he was able to enter the memory.

From the perspective of an onlooker, looking again at what he had personally experienced, Jiang Feng discovered many things that he had never found.

Jiang Xiaoran always unconsciously looked at the thermos cup. When Jiang Feng asked Jiang Weiming what was in the thermos cup in his memory, Jiang Xiaoran would show the slightest pride of the insider.

What's more, Chen Suhua actually bought the pastry from Babaozhai that day, but before Jiang Feng entered the living room, they were eaten by Jiang Shouzhen and Jiang Zaide.

Jiang Feng was not interested to listen to the discussion and speculation about the top restaurant again, and followed Jiang Weiming into the kitchen.

The old man was also in the kitchen and was cutting meat. When Jiang Weiming came, he looked up and said a word, then he lowered his head and cut the meat. He did not open until Jiang Weiming unscrewed the thermos cup and poured the clear soup inside.

"Hey, you are ..." The cold soup has no taste, and the old man looked at it for a while before dare to be sure. "Clear soup?"

"Well." Jiang Weiming smiled and nodded, "I left some yesterday yesterday, so I brought it in a thermos cup. Did I buy the chicken you bought in the morning?"

"It's all cleaned up in that basin." The old man pointed to the washbasin on the cooking table, "Do you want to make chickpeas?"

Jiang Weiming nodded and started making chicken.

If you want to make real chickpea flowers that can be faked, you must be careful when you hammer the chicken. There must be no particles. Be sure to hammer the chicken velvet into a feather-like appearance, which is fine enough. The more delicate the chicken will be, the more relaxed it will be when you mix it with the egg white.

Although this is also a troublesome and meticulous work, it is definitely a little witch compared to the previous production of clear soup. Besides, Jiang Weiming is not alone in the kitchen now, the old man helped hammer the chicken for a while.

The two brothers talked about home cooking while cooking, so Jiang Feng had the illusion that chickpeas are not difficult to make, as long as this and that are all right.

Just two minutes after the chickpeas came out of the pot, while Jiang Weiming was still serving the dishes, Professor Li came in and smelled.

"What is so fragrant? I smell it all the way." Professor Li laughed, and when he saw the chickpeas on the cooking table, they were stunned, and they came at random.

"Chickpea flower?"

"Yes." Jiang Weiming nodded, put the chickpeas in the food box, and left with the food box.

"I still have it in the pot. I'll serve it myself." The old man was a activist, and he started to give himself a bowl of chickpea flowers.

"I used to hear my friends say that this chickpea flower eats chicken without seeing the chicken. It looks exactly like ordinary beancurd, and I have never believed it. I have eaten this dish before, and it ’s just like it, and it ’s all right. It seems that I have less knowledge now. "Professor Li lamented and gave himself a bowl.

"It's not that we don't have much knowledge, but everyone is unwilling to do it now," the old man said. Who wants to do this. "

"That is, Brother Three is willing to be cheaper for the little rabbits in my family."

Jiang Feng, one of the cheap bunnies: ...

Jiang Weiming returned after less than two minutes. The old man wanted to help him to bring out the remaining chickpea flowers in the pot. Jiang Weiming shook his head and refused. The rhetoric was exactly the same as when Jiang Feng was rejected later.

Taste is degraded and unnecessary.

Jiang Feng noticed that after Jiang Weiming had said that sentence, the old man seemed very unhappy, as if he had something to say but ended up going back.

Then Jiang Feng came in.

Jiang Feng watched the exact story he had experienced again, and heard Jiang Weiming's exact same words to him.

One said one, Jiang Feng himself felt that when he first came in, he had come to see if the kitchen had a lie that needed help. It was no wonder that the old man would be disgusted.

Sure enough, good actors will only discover shortcomings and make progress after watching their performance repeatedly.

The plot quickly progressed to the memory. Jiang Feng served the last little chickpeas in the pot and handed the bowl to Jiang Weiming.

Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Weiming.

Jiang Weiming looked at Jiang Feng with a smile, just like every elder with a smile at his favorite junior.

Jiang Feng handed the bowl to Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiming took a moment.

Jiang Weiming rarely has such obvious fluctuations in the emotions of the gods that can be seen at a glance, which shows that Jiang Feng's move was really unexpected.

"Three grandpas, even if you ca n’t taste it well, UU reads , but this is a dish you have worked so hard, you should eat. You are the chef who cooks this dish, and if you eat it, it ’s bad, Then we are really spoiled. "

Jiang Weiming's expression returned to the previous state when he smiled, but his eyes seemed to hide some other emotions.

Not moving, not joy.

Some feeling, some understanding, and some comfort.

"@ * ＆% # ……"

Jiang Feng could not listen to his own words or the words of the old man. He had been staring at Jiang Weiming as if he had never seen Jiang Weiming before, and he was staring, afraid to blink.

He was afraid of missing Jiang Weiming's emotional changes that were hard to detect.

After going through everything once again, Jiang Feng found that in fact his reaction was slower than he thought.

"Eat!" Jiang Feng was frightened by a very loud word.

Jiang Weiming smiled.

Jiang Feng once thought this laugh was helpless, because at that time, in his opinion, Jiang Weiming was urged by the three of them to have some joy, and some helplessly ate chickpeas.

But now, looking at it from a real perspective, Jiang Feng only realized that Jiang Weiming's smile seemed to be somewhat helpless and joyful.

This emotion is a bit complicated, beyond the vocabulary possessed by Jiang Feng.

If he was forced to describe him, Jiang Feng felt that Jiang Weiming's smile was a bit like an immortal smile.

It is as if a practitioner has been puzzled by something for dozens of years, and suddenly realizes, sees through, sees through, and finally achieves his wish. The Tao rises, and after everything is known, he reveals one he understands. What a mood but the indescribable smile.

"I eat." Jiang Weiming finally bowled and scooped a spoonful.

Entrance.

Jiang Feng couldn't see him, and he couldn't see himself.

He left memory.