The Game of Life

Chapter 888: Extra 5: Marriage Proposal (Part 3) Chapter 888: Extra 5: Marriage Proposal (Part 3) In the following days, Jiang Feng acted quite normally.

So normal that even Wang Hao, who couldn’t keep a secret to save his life, spread the significant news that Jiang Feng was planning to propose to Wu Minqi. This caused everyone at Taifeng Building to doubt the credibility of Wang’s “reliable” news.

When it came to gossip, Wang Hao was all about quantity over quality. He shared plenty, but many were subpar and watered down compared to Pei Shenghua’s quality scoops.

On the day of the proposal—
Ji Yue had been observing Jiang Feng for several days.

During these days, Jiang Feng, as always, holed up in the kitchen as soon as he arrived at the Taifeng Building, practicing Buddha’s Jumping Over the Wall. Jiang Feng’s progress learning the dish was much faster than Sun Jikai’s, who was still at the basic stage of practicing with individual ingredients; Jiang Feng could already produce a fairly qualified dish.

Since Jiang Feng had been able to complete a dish, the fragrance of Buddha’s Jumping Over the Wall constantly wafted from the kitchen. Sometimes the scent was faint, sometimes it was strong. Ji Yue remembered once guessing the dish must have turned out exceptionally well; even though the kitchen doors were tightly closed, the aroma seemed to grow legs, desperately squeezing out. Not only did the waiters in the lobby drool over it, but the dining patrons also salivated so much that they ate several more bowls of rice than usual.

Today, the aroma was particularly strong.

After lunch, Jiang Feng, as usual, slipped into the kitchen to monitor his Buddha’s Jumping Over the Wall. Three days had passed since Wang Hao declared that Jiang Feng would propose within two days, so Ji Yue and others had written off the news as false. They planned to have a serious talk with Wang Hao the next time they saw him, telling him not to bring every spoiled and hollow melon to them, only for them to discover it was just air inside.

At this time, Jiang Feng was alone in the kitchen.

Even Sun Jikai, who had been diligently practicing his cooking skills, needed a break after lunch to chat, snack on some gossip, and unwind before he could joyously plunge back into the painful culinary practice.

Smelling the intermittent aroma of Buddha’s Jumping Over the Wall from the kitchen, Ji Yue felt that today’s lunch had been in vain—he was already craving another meal.

“Have you guys noticed how especially fragrant Jiang Feng’s Buddha’s Jumping Over the Wall is today? It’s only this early and the smell is already so strong. If we were to lift the lid, it’d be overwhelming,” Ji Yue said as he sat about ten meters away from the kitchen’s back door, still holding his phone, with the TV show playing as usual, but his eyes fixed intently on the tightly closed kitchen door.

“He really put his heart into this batch. It’s been over twenty-four hours since he started preparing it last night, and it should be almost done,” said Sun Jikai, glancing at the time.

Since the Buddha’s Jumping Over the Wall was practice, Jiang Feng naturally didn’t make a large vat for sale. He used a small pot, the same one that Sun Zheran had once asked Sun Guanyun to deliver to Jiang Weiguo. He only made about half a pot each time, and the actual amount served was just a small bowl. With Jiang Jiankang’s appetite, it was gone in a few bites, so others hardly got to taste it, only the two elders, Sun Maochai and Jiang Feng could eat it.