The Game of Life

Chapter 602: Chapter 600: A Sloppy and Cool Handsome Guy

Jiang Weiguo looked up at the middle-aged man and, without much of a reaction, nodded and said, “Long time no see.”

The middle-aged man seemed quite accustomed to Jiang Weiguo’s indifferent attitude and smiled, “When did Jiang arrive?”

“Just got here,” Jiang Weiguo said.

“I did too, I rushed over as soon as I got the call this afternoon. I read the latest issue of ‘Taste,’ congratulations to Jiang.”

Jiang Weiguo suddenly sat up straight, turned to face the middle-aged man directly, “I received the call yesterday morning.”

“At just over six in the morning.”

Jiang Feng & Wu Minqi & the middle-aged man: …

The middle-aged man let out a couple of dry laughs, clearly at a loss for words, and left with a “I won’t disturb Jiang during his meal” before returning to his original spot.

“Grandpa, is he Sir Sun’s junior brother?” Jiang Feng asked curiously.

“Yeah,” Jiang Weiguo nodded, took a bite of the sautéd diced lotus root, felt like cursing but held back, “He’s Sun Maochai.”

“Oh, Sun… Sun Maochai?”

Not only was Jiang Feng surprised, but Wu Minqi was taken aback too. After all, as the foremost figure in contemporary Cantonese cuisine, Sun Maochai’s name was known to every chef, but he rarely interacted with others because he lived in Hong Kong City, so everybody knew of him but had never met him.

Hong Kong City’s gossip weeklies had reported plenty on him; the love-hate relationship between him and Sun Guanyun had at least a hundred versions in Hong Kong City’s gossip weeklies, but nobody bothered with them—they were hard to come by.

“Sun… I didn’t expect Master Sun to be so young,” Jiang Feng exclaimed.

Sun Maochai much younger than Sun Guanyun, he knew. He had seen it in his memories too, back when Sun Guanyun and Sun Maochai had their legendary showdown, Sun Guanyun had already been middle-aged while Sun Maochai still looked like a young man. But now Sun Guanyun had long since passed, and Sun Maochai still looked like a middle-aged man, which Jiang Feng found difficult to accept.

At least he should look like an older man to meet the public’s expectations.

“He is quite young; he’s more than twenty years younger than Old Man Sun. He should be just over fifty,” Jiang Weiguo said, his memory of Sun Maochai’s exact age a bit hazy.

Just over fifty?

Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi turned in unison to take another look at Sun Maochai, examining his face more closely. That face didn’t look like it belonged to someone just over fifty, at most forty-five or forty-six.

What excellent maintenance.

Jiang Feng mused internally.

Sun Maochai, who had originally been scanning the QR code on the table with his phone, saw Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi looking at him and smiled back at them. Then he went back to browsing the menu on his phone.

As he looked, Sun Maochai’s eyes squinted tighter and tighter.

Then Sun Maochai put down the phone, silently fished out a pair of reading glasses from his pocket, put them on, and started to look over the menu again.

Instantly, he seemed a great deal more kindly.

Jiang Feng: …

Definitely a middle-aged man just over fifty.

Dinner was naturally unpleasant. Of the several dishes on the table, only the braised pork was slightly enjoyable for the average diner—it was half-hearted, but the sauce ratio was still good enough to pass muster; the other dishes were of a quality that even ordinary people would find hard to stomach.

Before leaving, Jiang Feng also took note of which dishes Sun Maochai had ordered. He found Sun Maochai had chosen a serving of crispy pork belly and a serving of coconut milk rock sugar bird’s nest; an odd combination, and the dishes were barely touched.

Jiang Feng felt that Sun Maochai had tasted the sweetened bird’s nest soup with coconut juice, at most, only two sips.

After leaving the Jubao Building, the three of them took a taxi back to the hotel. Along the way, Jiang Feng didn’t dare to talk much with Sir. As Sir’s grandson, Jiang Feng knew all too well that his grandfather had held back a stomachful of anger during the meal, and he didn’t dare to touch a sore point and get scolded at such a time.

Wu Minqi had booked two rooms, one for her and Jiang Feng, and one just for Sir, with both rooms being opposite each other.

Upon returning to the hotel, the first thing to do, of course, was to organize the luggage. Jiang Feng had remembered to eat after getting off the plane but had forgotten to take out the suit designated for attending the funeral from his suitcase to hang it up. While tidying up, Jiang Feng also saw the flaky pastry Ji Xia had specially made for Sun Jikai, and he placed it in the most conspicuous spot to avoid forgetting it when he went out tomorrow.

After attending to these odds and ends, Jiang Feng sat on the bed and started messaging Sun Jikai to inform him that their party had already arrived at the hotel. He also mentioned their encounter with Sun Maochai at the Jubao Building, but he left out the part about the food at the Jubao Building.

As the funeral approached, Sun Jikai found himself with more free time. It seemed as though his father and his second uncle had reached some sort of agreement, prioritizing the funeral above all. The elders took over the arrangements, leaving Sun Jikai as the most idle person in the Sun Family, so he had the time to chat with Jiang Feng on WeChat.

Sun Jikai: “Business at the Jubao Building isn’t good lately; I guess the chefs aren’t putting their hearts into it. I reckon you guys didn’t get much to eat tonight. How about this, I’ll come to your hotel to find you and treat you to dinner.”

When Jiang Feng received this WeChat message, he was stunned for a moment before handing his phone to Wu Minqi to see what she thought. Naturally, Wu Minqi had no objections, as she hadn’t eaten much that evening and was feeling a bit hungry after having been in the hotel for over an hour.

“Should we get something for Grandpa Jiang too? I saw he barely ate anything tonight,” Wu Minqi said.

Sir had basically had one bite and one sigh during dinner, ending up so angry that he simply put down his chopsticks and stopped eating altogether.

“I’ll go ask Grandpa. It could be a bit cold outside this late. Qiqi, you change into a thicker coat,” Jiang Feng said as he left the room to knock on the door opposite.

In just a few seconds, Sir opened the door, holding a phone in his hand. Mrs. Jiang’s voice could still be heard from the phone; obviously, he was talking to Mrs. Jiang.

“What is it?” Sir asked.

“Grandpa, Minqi and I are going to go out for a stroll and buy something to eat. Do you want me to get you anything?” Jiang Feng asked.

“Old man, what’s wrong with you? Not eating dinner so late?” Mrs. Jiang’s loud voice came from the phone.

“I’ve eaten, just, I’ll explain it to you later,” Sir said as he was about to close the door. Before shutting it, he turned to look back at Jiang Feng, “Get a pancake.”

Jiang Feng: ?

Scallion pancake?

Then the door closed.

Tasked with buying the pancake, Jiang Feng went back to his room to put on a coat, then sat in the room waiting for Sun Jikai to arrive at the hotel lobby.

It probably wasn’t far from the Sun Family to the hotel; in about 10 minutes or so, Sun Jikai messaged Jiang Feng to tell him he had arrived, and Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi immediately went downstairs.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Jiang Feng saw Sun Jikai standing in the lobby, wearing a coat, hands in pockets, looking like a cool and handsome guy from the side.

Upon closer inspection, this cool and handsome guy hadn’t washed his hair for several days, and he hadn’t shaved.

Scruffy and cool, but not so handsome cool guy.

“What would you like to eat?” Sun Jikai asked.

“You’re familiar with this area; take us to any place you recommend,” Jiang Feng left the choice to Sun Jikai. “By the way, is there any place around here that sells pancakes? My grandpa wants a pancake.”

“Pancake?” Sun Jikai thought for a moment, “There’s a place that sells baked sesame bread I know, but a pancake shop, I’m really not sure. We’ll ask about it later. There’s a seafood stall around here that serves pretty good dishes, let’s go there.”

Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi happily agreed.