Deed (Second Update)

This time, Li Mingyi did not remain confused for long. After returning home, he searched everywhere for Jiang Huiqin. Chen Suhua comforted him, gave him a cup of warm water, and he gradually calmed down and regained his clarity.

"Xiao Feng, I'm really sorry." The clear-minded Li Mingyi sat on the sofa and slowly settled his reading glasses onto the bridge of his nose. "That dish of yours was exactly the same as the one your great-grandaunt made for me back then."

"Now that I've tasted it again, I can rest easy when I go down to find your great-grandaunt." Li Mingyi smiled and picked up the newspaper.

"Dad, what nonsense are you talking about? The doctor said you were doing well at your last checkup. What do you mean, going down?" Chen Suhua brought him a cup of warm water and set it on the coffee table. "Xiao Feng, sorry to trouble you. I'll take care of him here. Go back and eat."

Chen Suhua walked Jiang Feng to the stairwell entrance. Jiang Feng was still a little worried. "Great-granduncle barely ate anything just now. Should I bring the porridge over?"

Chen Suhua sighed and refused.

"No need. Your great-granduncle can't eat anymore."

"These days, he can only manage a small bowl of porridge each day. We went to the hospital for a checkup the day before yesterday, and the doctor said he..."

"He has half a month at most."

As she spoke, Chen Suhua's eyes reddened, and tears fell stiffly from her right eye.

Jiang Feng turned back to look at her in shock.

Half a month?!

Even on the way back, Jiang Feng remained somewhat dazed.

Li Mingyi was not only his great-granduncle. Through that memory, Jiang Feng had witnessed the youthful affection between Li Mingyi and Jiang Huiqin, as well as how they had supported each other through hardship in middle age. Though it had only been a fleeting glimpse, Li Mingyi ultimately held a different place in Jiang Feng's heart.

Once Li Mingyi was gone, there would truly be very few people left in this world who remembered Jiang Huiqin.

Jiang Feng did not come back to himself until he reached the restaurant entrance, when he remembered that he had not checked his mission reward yet.

Everyone was still eating upstairs on the second floor. Jiang Feng went straight into the storage room, opened his status panel, and found the item inventory.

A Memory from Jiang Weiguo: A memory that could be entered repeatedly.

Title Deed: The title deed to Tai Feng Lou. Claim: Yes/No

He selected Yes.

Strangely, no title deed appeared out of thin air.

Still, that was normal. Tai Feng Lou had been a restaurant in Beiping during the Republican era. It probably no longer existed now. A title deed from that time would certainly be useless in the present, at most serving as an antique to collect at home.

The game's stingy nature had not changed at all.

Jiang Feng went upstairs and ate with everyone.

When Jiang Weiguo saw him return, he asked, "How is your great-granduncle?"

"He was doing quite well when I left. He was lucid and reading the newspaper," Jiang Feng answered. He did not want to tell the old master that Li Mingyi did not have much time left and make him sadder.

Jiang Feng returned to his seat. The dishes on the table had been nearly cleared out, with a little of each left behind. It looked like they had deliberately saved them for him.

"Brother Feng, so you really weren't bragging. Your grandpa's cooking is truly unmatched in the world!" Wang Hao drank pork rib soup with a satisfied expression, his face as exaggerated as could be.

"Brother Feng, just tell me—is your family restaurant over there something like Wu Minqi's family's restaurant too? Some Jiang Family Restaurant? How many Michelin stars does it have? Just say it. I can handle it!" Liu Zixuan struggled to pick up the last few grains of rice in his bowl, coated in meat gravy, with his chopsticks.

"Michelin stars? Michelin tires, more like! You guys left me so many dishes that I can't finish them. Who wants this Four Happiness Meatball?" Jiang Feng picked up a mouthful of food.

"Me."

"Liu Qian, you've already eaten two meals and you're still eating? It's not good for girls to eat too much and get fat. You still have to livestream. I'll have it, I'll have it."

"Haozi, you're already covered in meat. Stop eating. I'm skinny, so I'll eat it!"

"Hah, you think you're skinnier than me? I didn't get full just now. I'll eat it, I'll eat it!"

"Split it evenly. How about that?" Qiu Chen stepped in to smooth things over.

"Who the hell wants to split it with you!" everyone said in unison.

A group of them fought over the last Four Happiness Meatball on the plate, completely disregarding their former classmates' friendship. They no longer had the time to pay attention to Jiang Feng.

For the next few days, Jiang Weiguo did all the cooking.

Jiang Jiankang was so delighted that he did not even want to open the restaurant anymore. Jiang Jianye and Jiang Jianshe were even more straightforward: they simply closed the pet shop, put up a notice saying the owner had business to attend to, and spent every day bustling around Healthy Stir-fry Restaurant, serving the old master. Jiang Feng guessed that if his eldest uncle Jiang Jianguo had not been afraid of constantly appearing before the old master and angering him to death, he would have moved into Healthy Stir-fry Restaurant with his bedding long ago.

Everyone could tell that Jiang Weiguo had come to A City because of Jiang Feng. Whenever he caught hold of Jiang Feng, he praised him until Jiang Feng was almost floating.

Jiang Weiguo's arrival in A City was a blessing for Healthy Stir-fry Restaurant's customers. The old master was someone who could never sit still. Sometimes, when customers ordered dishes he wanted to make, he personally took over the wok. And Wang Hao, with his uncontrollable mouth, boasted so wildly about Old Master Jiang's cooking that he practically made him sound like the God of Cookery descended to earth, invincible throughout China.

For a time, Healthy Stir-fry Restaurant was unmatched near A University. Students flocked there in droves, and even quite a few teachers came running over at dinnertime. Everyone was like lottery players waiting for the draw—before a dish was served, you never knew whether it had been cooked by the old master.

In just four short days, the main quest was completed.

"Ding. Main quest completed: Gain a Foothold. Mission reward obtained: Renovation Blueprint."

A renovation blueprint?

Jiang Feng was cutting vegetables when he heard the notification. He found it rather strange.

What was he supposed to do with a renovation blueprint?

His second uncle's family still had more than a hundred thousand yuan in debt left to repay. At a time like this, even if he were Comrade Wang Xiulian's biological son, renovation was out of the question!

Jiang Feng waited for the game to issue a new main quest.

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes.

Half an hour.

Jiang Feng: ???

Where was the main quest???

What kind of shitty game was this? It took a month to update, and now it would not even give him the rest of the main quest after only half of it? Was it really this much of a scam?

What the hell was going on inside the minds of this game's planners?

Did Earth players have no rights?

Were they bullying Earth players because their internet speeds were slow?

Had Earthlings eaten their rice or something? Why were they bullying them like this?

Jiang Feng cursed the game's planners, creators, and operators over and over again in his heart. Even by the time he returned to his dorm that night, the game had not issued a new main quest.

The main quest section had successfully turned into ???

Jiang Feng finally understood.

The main quest.

Was gone!

Trash game, ruining my youth!