v2 Chapter 299： True ace pigeon

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?" Sun Jikai wanted to laugh, but couldn't laugh.

He wanted to ask if you were kidding me, but he knew very well that Sun Guanyun was not a kid.

The expressions of Sun Guanyun and Assistant Wang did not seem to be joking.

Sun Jikai felt his lips were so heavy that they could not be opened. Feeling his tongue bitter and unable to move.

He felt the air become constricted, so that he could not breathe.

Sun Guanyun sighed and said to Assistant Wang: "You."

Assistant Wang handed a briefcase to Sun Jikai.

"Mr. Sun has felt a little uncomfortable since the beginning of the year, but at that time there were so many things that Mr. Sun didn't take to heart, so he never went to the hospital for examination. Until the end of the good taste cooking contest, Mr. Sun always felt chest pain and some breathing Difficult, I went to the hospital for an examination, and the results ... "

Sun Jikai opened the briefcase, which contained Sun Guanyun's medical records and examination reports. He couldn't understand the professional terms, and he hadn't even heard the name of the disease.

"The doctor said that Mr. Sun's liver and lung have lesions. His lungs are full of holes, and his lung function is only 20% of normal people. Now he has reached the point where he can hardly emit carbon dioxide. The liver diseases can be treated by surgical resection. But Mr. Sun is old, and the doctor said that it is difficult for Mr. Sun's health to support him for a complete surgery, and ... "

"And even if the liver can be removed by surgery, there is no way to cure the lungs." Sun Jikai looked at the medical record in his hand.

Sun Guanyun's body is now like an old machine with many parts starting to fail. Repairing some parts will damage another part, and even some parts have been damaged beyond repair.

The process of repair could not bring him health, only pain.

Surgery can prolong life, but that extended life is painful.

So he chose medication and waited for death.

"Yes, that's it." Assistant Wang swallowed. "The doctor said, with luck, Mr. Sun can survive this New Year."

Sun Jikai has never hated the word luck so much.

"Ji Kai, do n’t be sad. Life and death are all natural rules." Sun Guanyun in turn comforted Sun Ji Kai. "Grandpa still has six months. You have to study hard. I will teach you well. Jubaolou will see you in the future. . "

"Good." Sun Jikai never felt that a good word would be so heavy.

Sun Guanyun sighed.

He never stopped to look at the people around him until he was found out that he would die soon.

He is not a good father or a good grandpa.

He almost missed both the childhood and teenage years of the two sons, and couldn't even remember what they looked like when they were young.

He is healthy, lively, and intelligent. His grandson, Sun Jikai, who is talented in cooking, always ignores his second grandson, Sun Zhengqing, who is frail and sick, stubborn, hard to move and social.

He knows that his elder sister is a idiot who is eager to succumb to the heart, is quick and quick, but has no brain, but habitually ignores discipline.

He used to think that he had a lot of time. He used to think that he could spend time and energy on stabilizing the declining reputation of Jubaolou. He used to think that he could deal with the family restaurant first and then deal with family affairs.

But he was wrong, he had no time.

He is not a superman or a fairy. He cannot do everything. On the contrary, he wanted to take care of both ends, but did not take both ends into consideration.

He didn't realize it until he stopped and looked back.

The status of FJ's first restaurant in Jubaolou is already at stake, and his elder grandson, who has been eccentric for more than 20 years, is getting more and more crooked by his idiot.

His eldest son was as cowardly as ever, and his second grandson was unexpectedly upright and kind.

What made Sun Guanyun's most frightening was that when he stopped, he wanted to spend his last time with his family, and found out when he wanted to start to understand his family.

His second son didn't seem to be as kind, loyal, and honest as it seemed.

On the contrary, in recent years, his small movements in the back and the stark contrast to the image that the world has been oppressed by his eldest son on the surface, and his acting skills are so scary.

So he made a decision.

He resolutely drove Sun Jikai out of the house and did not allow anyone to help him. He was asked to go to Peiping and Taifeng House.

He had to get a dose of heavy medicine, and he had to take his grandson back, before he died, so that he could safely give him Jubaolou.

Fortunately, Sun Jikai returned to the right path.

Sun Guanyun knew that he owed Jiang Weiguo a favor. It's a pity that he is going to die. He still has too many things to do, and this kind of friendship can only be returned to his next life.

"After going back, stay away from your cousins, you are not a child anymore, you have also come out and experienced it, and you should also recognize some people and things." Sun Guanyun said.

"Um." Sun Jikai's mood was still very low.

"Zhengqing is a good boy, and he has always cared about you these days."

"I know." Sun Jikai thought of the sister-in-law Sun Zhengqing sent to him during the Dragon Boat Festival.

In fact, he knew very well that his mother was not a good thing, and his father always listened to his mother's words. His second uncle and second uncle were not good things.

It seems their only cousin, Sun Zhengqing, is a good thing.

But before he knew what his mother did to him, he was full of selfishness, but why did he keep listening to her?

Maybe that's when the ghosts got lost.

Sun Jikai could not think of other explanations.

The hospital is here.

Sun Jikai helped Sun Guanyun get off.

He loves his grandpa because he knows his grandpa loves him.

He did not hate his mother because he knew his mother did not love him.

On the other side, in Taifeng Building, Jiang Feng is sorry that he has lost an outstanding employee who is willing to work overtime and does not seek overtime wages and returns.

Today, simple comrades like Sun Jikai are hard to find.

Tai Fung House's menu is going to be removed from the menu, and it is permanently reduced.

Jiang Feng sighed deeply.

"What's wrong?" Wu Minqi asked.

"Sun Jikai is going back to Jubaolou. I wonder if we should give him a farewell party or something." Jiang Feng said.

"Farewell party?" Wu Minqi thought about it, "but he's leaving tonight."

"Tonight? How did you know?"

Wu Minqi took out her mobile phone, opened WeChat, and turned to the circle of friends. The first one is the circle of friends made by Sun Jikai.

"Come back home."

Below is a picture of the three tickets, at 7:20 this evening.

Jiang Feng generally does not look at WeChat circle of friends during the day, but just brushes before going to bed at night.

They said that two old men came in.

Jiang Weiguo saw that Sun Jikai was not in the kitchen and asked, "Old man took Sun Jikai away?"

"Well, an hour ago." Jiang Feng said.

"It's fast, what's the old guy anxious for?" Jiang Weiguo murmured. "The sound was strange when I just called. What kind of name is it?"

Jiang Feng heard Jiang Weiguo say this, and suddenly remembered that he felt something was wrong before.

Sun Guanyun's voice was wrong.

More precisely, the state of the sound is incorrect.

Old, hoarse, and not full of gas, Sun Guanyun coughed at least seven or eight times in just half an hour.

sick?

"By the way, the person from" Zhiwei "magazine just called and said that he would come for an interview tomorrow. Please prepare for it. Today Zhang Guanghang will take a break and you will call and tell him." Jiang Weiguo went on ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Jiang Feng immediately threw Sun Guanyun behind his head.

"Knowledge" magazine goes on like this, more accurately, Xu Cheng goes on like this, Jiang Feng has to forget that "Knowledge" still owes a cover to Taifeng Building, and owes him, Wu Minqi and Zhang Guanghang each have a special interview. Things up.

Xu Cheng is the king of the pigeon world. No matter what pigeon he is, others will feel normal.

Even if he directly gave away this issue of "Knowledge" to other pigeons, others would not find it strange.

He didn't do that.

When Zhiwei was a monthly magazine, he often gave pigeons to Zhiwei of a certain month.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath, raised his chest, and sighed in his heart: This day is finally coming.

After the Good Taste Cooking Contest ended, he turned the 10-year "Taste" magazine from beginning to end, focusing on the special interviews conducted by "Taste" on famous chefs.

The special interview is not only about cooking, but also spends some space on the chef and the restaurant where the chef works. The content is varied, written according to the characteristics of each chef, the theme is the same, that is, dishes.

"What time tomorrow?" Jiang Feng asked.

"After business at noon, Xu Cheng booked a box, and all the dishes were reserved for you three." Jiang Wei National Road.

Jiang Feng's smile gradually solidified.

"all?"

"Yes, even your broken vegetables that cannot be sold are booked." Jiang Wei State Road.

Jiang Feng's smile disappeared directly.

"No, I have already been booked, Xue Shaoheng made the reservation." Jiang Feng hurriedly threw the pot to Xue Shaoheng.

Li Hongzhang's chowder is fine, but pure meat won't be discussed.

Pure meat stew is my last bottom line!

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