The Game of Life-Chapter 693 - 692 Patient Meal

Chapter 693: Chapter 692 Patient Meal

Jiang Feng’s hospitalization was a big deal.

As the youngest of the Jiang Family with the best culinary skills and the official, sole heir designated by Sir, Jiang Feng’s cooking abilities and his health status touched every member of the Jiang Family’s heart.

Because the doctor said he needed to replenish his nutrients, that very night Jiang Feng received an ultra-luxurious, top-grade, super-sized meal which couldn’t be contained in one lunchbox and needed two, even the least conspicuous rice in the lunchbox was fried rice with a trio of pickles made by Jiang Jiankang himself—the pickles being made with the best jar from Ji Yue’s mom’s collection last year.

In addition to the dinner personally made by Sir, there were also the love-filled shortbread cookies prepared by Ji Xia for Jiang Feng, and a strange pie that seemed to have meat filling inside the crusty pastry with a sweet-salty flavor. Jiang Jianguo capitalized on his recent experience of making diet fruit salads for his wife by preparing an extravagant fruit salad for Jiang Feng, the great aunt freshly squeezed a super large cup of orange juice herself, Jiang Jiandang, knowing his cooking wasn’t up to par made no showier contributions than buying countless jerky snacks made of beef, pork, chicken, duck, even donkey, and deer meat, all to Jiang Feng’s taste, Jiang Jianshe followed suit buying a bunch of chocolate sweets with high-calorie content.

Wu Minqi cooked a pot of lotus seed red bean soup, a recipe she had recently learned with Ji Xue, Zhang Guanghang made a French cream mushroom soup that looked very nice but was a bit greasy, Jiang Jianshe stewed a chicken, and Jiang Zaidi not knowing what gift could surpass those above went to He Yueru’s shop and ordered one portion of everything he found delicious, eventually needing He Yueru’s help to deliver it all because it was too much to carry on his own.

All of that was nothing compared to Wang Hao, who thought Jiang Feng was hospitalized from eating barbecue with him the previous night, gritted his teeth, borrowed two hundred from Jiang Feng, and bought five or six expensive pastries from the bakery downstairs at his company, which he would not even indulge in on a regular day, to give to Jiang Feng.

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When Jiang Shoucheng finished his meeting and rushed back to the hospital from school, he was dumbfounded.

He could swear that from his undergraduate days to now, having interned at more than one hospital and rotated through so many departments, he has seen all sorts of wards, but he had never seen anything like this.

Jiang Feng sat on the hospital bed, with the IV bag just finished dripping, and all sorts of lunchboxes filled the bedside table, typically used to hold water cups and all sorts of trinkets. The snack cabinet designated for Jiang Feng was crammed not with daily necessities or clothes but snacks, with the pastries shoved into a corner, squashed out of shape. Jiang Zaidi and He Yueru were holding donkey meat sandwiches, donkey meat, donkey soup, and a series of donkey meat products trying to figure out where to put them.

Seeing Jiang Shoucheng arrive, Jiang Zaidi immediately complained, “Chengcheng, your hospital’s cabinets are too small, they can’t even fit food properly. You should suggest improvements to your leaders someday, it’s very inconvenient.”

Jiang Shoucheng: …

I don’t think it’s the hospital’s problem.

“De, Cheng, and Yueru, have you guys eaten yet?” asked Jiang Feng.

His fever had subsided by now, and he was active enough not to need someone looking after him. All those who wanted to stay had been persuaded to leave by him, and it was because he urged each person as they came that he had yet to eat.

Jiang Feng felt his biggest problem right now was deciding where to start eating.

Not to mention anything else, just Sir’s two lunchboxes would probably make him full.

“I ate two sandwiches,” He Yueru confessed honestly.

Jiang Zaidi and Jiang Shoucheng had already gone to the nurses’ station to borrow chairs.

Dinner should of course start with the meal prepared by Sir.

He Yueru, who was joining for a meal for the first time, appeared very reserved, while Jiang Zaidi and Jiang Shoucheng were quite adept. Jiang Feng ate first, and his brothers reached less frequently for the dishes he liked most. Only after Jiang Feng finished and started drinking orange juice did the two brothers really show their skills, devouring the food like a whirlwind conquering mountains and rivers, leaving the guy in the next bed gobsmacked and involuntarily swallowing his saliva.

“Yueru, have some yourself, don’t be shy. You’ve only had two sandwiches, not enough. Here, have a piece of sweet and sour fish,” Jiang Zaidi said warmly.

“Yeah, yeah,” joined in Jiang Shoucheng, who had snagged a free feast, “Don’t be shy, Yueru, eat more. Oh my, your donkey dishes are delicious. Too bad they don’t deliver to the hospital here.”

“They don’t?” He Yueru was taken aback, “Maybe it’s too far away. That’s alright, you can add me on WeChat. If you’re ordering in bulk, I can make a special trip over for you.”

Jiang Shoucheng’s takeout options just got richer.

After finishing the main course and drinking a cup of orange juice, Jiang Feng was slightly full. He then started to eat the lotus seed red bean soup made by Wu Minqi as a dessert.

“Little brother, let me tell you, when I got Uncle Three’s call, I was scared to death,” said Sir, his special meal having been shared by everyone as Jiang Shoucheng nibbled on the snacks his dad had bought. “Dr. Bai said your recent work overload was a bit too much. Listen, your health is your own. If you don’t look after yourself, what will happen to De and me in the future?”

“Yeah, little bro, you really need to take care of yourself,” Jiang Zaidi fervently agreed, digging into the fruit salad his dad had made. “How come I never realized how delicious my dad’s fruit salad was before?”

“Cut it out, when has your dad ever made fruit salad just for you? Hey, there are crispy cakes too, must be Xiaxia’s handiwork, right? Little bro, I’m gonna have two, haha,” Jiang Shoucheng teased.

Jiang Zaidi left behind two trails of clear tears.

He Yueru silently sipped on her chicken soup, not daring to speak.

Jiang Zaidi and Jiang Shoucheng stayed in the hospital room for almost two and a half hours, helping Jiang Feng finish off all the food that couldn’t be kept overnight. He Yueru even helped wash up all the meal boxes before they left together.

“De, is the food for the sick at your house always this lavish?” He Yueru felt like she had been hugely shocked in just those short two hours, from her tongue to her stomach to her brain, she had been utterly astounded.

“Not really. I suppose it’s probably just my little bro who gets this kind of treatment,” Jiang Zaidi didn’t know quite how to explain, “Well, here’s the thing, the cooking skills in our family are passed down, but in our generation, only my little bro learned it. And he’s likely to be even better than my grandpa.”

He Yueru instantly understood – a great chef needs to be cherished.

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“By the way, De, remember the restaurant I told you about last time? I got a reservation. Want to go try it out with me tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sure, lunch or dinner?”

“Dinner. I still have to help out at the store during lunchtime.”

“Then it’s settled for dinner, this way I can also pack something for my little bro.”

Jiang Zaidi and He Yueru stepped into the elevator.

Meanwhile, Jiang Feng lay down to rest, rubbing his overly full stomach.

Comfortable!

It wasn’t just his body that felt comfortable, his mind was too, in a way it never had before.

No more headaches, no more dizziness, and no invisible stone pressing on his chest. Having just enjoyed a great meal, his tongue and stomach were greatly satisfied. Without tension or repression, he felt clear-headed and refreshed. Even lying in a hospital bed, he felt exceptionally pleased.

Jiang Feng was so happy that he didn’t even want to look at his phone. He just wanted to lie there quietly, eyes closed, and just fall asleep like that.

“Hey, man, were all those people just now your family?” The guy in the next bed couldn’t hold back his curiosity and boldly asked.

Jiang Feng opened his eyes and turned his head: “The fat ones are, the rest are my friends. The girl who brought the soup earlier is my girlfriend.”

The guy in the next bed didn’t feel like being envious; he could only admire, and after a long while, he sighed, “Your family is really great, and so are your friends.”

Jiang Feng smiled and closed his eyes again.

That’s right, his family was really great, and so were his friends.

So he needed to become better, so he wouldn’t let their expectations down.

And he would.