The Game of Life TGOL

Chapter 30: Chapter 30 Recognizing Relatives

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

It wasn’t until closing time that Jiang Feng remembered he had completed a side quest and the system had given him a prop. When he opened the game panel to check, he found there was an extra [Promotional Board] in his inventory.

[Promotional Board]: An ordinary promotional board that can attract the attention of passersby.

Jiang Feng took out the board from the inventory and pretended to have just found it in the storage room, placing it at the entrance, he said to Ji Yue, who was tidying up the trash, “Senior, I just found a board. If there’s any special dish tomorrow, write it on and put it outside.”

“Okay,” Ji Yue said, grabbing three plastic bags in one hand, “You go back first. I remember you have classes on Saturday, too.”

Jiang Feng looked at the time, it was almost ten o’clock, indeed late, so after helping to put the chairs back in place, he headed back to the dormitory.

Weekends, for most happy fatties, are joyful.

Except for a few majors that also schedule classes on weekends, most UAL University students prefer to stay in the dorms and be happy fatties. When Jiang Feng went to help at the store, Ji Yue had ridden her electric scooter to deliver takeout. With a commission of 40 cents for each delivery and the UAL dorm buildings densely packed, if the Healthy Stir-fry Restaurant does well, Ji Yue could quickly become a little rich woman.

Though the average of 20 takeout orders a day didn’t seem to be enough for her to get rich quick.

When Jiang Feng entered the store, he took a special look — the board was placed in a conspicuous position at the entrance, with fluorescent pen writing on it: Tomato and Egg Special for 17 Yuan.

There weren’t many customers in the store, and no one else was there except for Liu Zixuan, who was sitting inside playing King of Glory. When he saw Jiang Feng, he looked up and said, “Feng, where’s Mr. Hao?”

“He’s gone to stock up on supplies,” Jiang Feng replied, glancing at his watch. It was almost one o’clock. “Have you eaten?”

“I have, they’ve all gone back,” Liu Zixuan said, his hands constantly moving, “I’m too lazy to go back. I’ll head to the library later.”

Just as Jiang Feng was about to go to the kitchen to whip up something for himself, two customers entered the store. Jiang Feng glanced at them and thought, ‘Hey, aren’t those the two roommates who moved out at the start of the semester?’

The pair were also stunned to see Jiang Feng, looking somewhat bewildered. How did we end up at Jiang Feng’s family’s restaurant without realizing it? What did I want to eat today?

No, wasn’t I planning to go to the Sichuan restaurant up front to have Mapo Tofu? Why did I suddenly feel like coming in for Tomato and Egg after seeing the sign at the entrance?

At this moment, the thoughts of the two meshed together.

“Tomato and Egg,” they said in unison.

The old man had arrived in a hurry and left in a hurry.

Without cooking, he had recognized kinship with the Jiang family.

The father of Professor Li turned out to be Sir’s uncle!

Not only were the Jiang Family Members astonished; even Professor Li had been unaware of this fact before. Li Mingyi had been really confused in recent years, lucid at times and muddled at others. During his muddled moments, he would talk about his eldest son, his deceased wife, Beiping City, and Taifeng Building. However, when he was lucid, he would not mention any of it.

It was Professor Li’s wife who told him that Li Mingyi had been recently muttering about Taifeng Building and clear soup liuye swallow vegetable; that’s why he went around asking people to make this dish for Li Mingyi. Before he found Jiang Feng, he had asked many people, but every time Li Mingyi just shook his head, refusing to even taste it.

If Sir had not chanced upon Li Mingyi’s lucid moment during his visit to Alan City, the two would not have recognized each other.

When Jiang Weiguo was young, he fled south with his father and some elder brothers after the fall of Beiping, experiencing man-made disasters, war, floods, and plague along the way. His father and brothers succumbed to illness one after another, and his memories of relatives became very vague. He only vaguely remembered having an aunt who married a wealthy young master in Beiping City.

And Li Mingyi, in his youth, was precisely that kind of elegant rich young master. He did not suffer much even during the war years, and with his wife, he had two sons and a daughter, living a happy and complete family life. However, in a tumultuous era, he experienced the pain of losing his sons, daughter, and wife, one after another, until in his fifties, he was left with only his youngest son.

The two elders, after more than half a century, met again.

All Jiang Feng knew was that he had gone to class for a day, Sir had come and gone, and his family had gained a new relative.

But there was something Jiang Feng didn’t understand.

“Why didn’t Grandpa finish cooking before he left?”

“Sir said it wasn’t necessary,” Jiang Jiankang explained, “Both old men were so happy, whether the dish was made became no longer important..”