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Chapter 297: 296 Luck (For Alliance Hierarch who

Chapter 297: Chapter 296 Luck (For Alliance Hierarch who

also needs to cheer up today, an extra chapter!)

The second day Jiang Feng was awakened not by an alarm clock, but by love…

Pah, it was pear and lean meat soup.

A small bowl of pear and lean meat soup, you could tell what was in it at a glance.

Six slices of pear, a piece of lean meat, two red dates, eight goji berries, three longans, two slices of ginger, one sincere heart, full of love and affection.

Simmered from 6 a.m. to 730 a.m., a full hour and a half of slow cooking turned the soup a light yellow color, the sweetness of the pears and red dates blending into the soup and into the heart of the person drinking it.

Jiang Feng said that there was no point in watching others flaunt their affection in his memory all the time; flaunting one’s own affection was the real skill!

Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi drank Five Flowers Tea and ate pear and lean meat soup together, chatting idly about some ordinary little things.

Wu Minqi didn’t talk much on regular days; in fact, it was because she wasn’t good with words. Most of the time they spent together, it was Jiang Feng talking and her listening.

She was better at expressing her feelings through actions than words.

Jiang Feng reserved one and a half cups of the chilled Five Flowers Tea from the fridge to distribute to each house.

Looking at the last two cups of Five Flowers Tea, Jiang Feng thought about it and decided not to bring them to Jiang Shoucheng. He was someone who ate four portions of braised pork takeout every meal; he wouldn’t miss this little bit of cool tea.

On the other hand, Ji Gezi, who had been having difficulty moving these past few days, seemed particularly pitiful, relying entirely on the meals Ji Xue brought her.

As the boss, it was time for Jiang Feng to treat his excellent and injured employees with two cups of cool tea.

He wasn’t sure if Ji Gezi was awake yet, so Jiang Feng decided to deliver the Five

Flowers Tea to them first; if Ji Gezi wasn’t awake, at least Ji Xue should be.

Jiang Feng rang the doorbell, and sure enough, it was Ji Xue who opened the door.

“I made Five Flowers Tea last night and chilled it in the fridge overnight. Drink

it while it’s still cool,” Jiang Feng said.

“Thanks, Boss!” Ji Xue had become much livelier after staying in Taifeng

Building for a month. “I made some sweet rice wine balls, do you want to come in and have some?”

Jiang Feng entered, “Is Ji Yue awake?”

Not going to work yet waking up before 8 a.m. was not Ji Gezi’s style.

“She didn’t sleep at all,” Ji Xue said helplessly, pointing to the side, “she’s over on the couch.”

Only then did Jiang Feng notice that the lump on the couch was actually a

person.

Ji Yue had her legs stretched out, lying on the drawing tablet in an extremely twisted posture.

Disheveled and greasy-haired, looking even greasier than the emergency department doctors Jiang Feng had seen before.

“Ji Yue?”

Hearing someone calling her, Ji Yue looked up.

Spiritless, with half-closed eyes, she had the look of someone ready to ride the wind away, on the verge of becoming an immortal.

“Drink tea, drink tea,” Jiang Feng said quietly, setting the Five Flowers Tea on

the coffee table.

If Ji Yue’s former clients saw her like this while working on her drafts, they’d probably cry from being moved.

“Has she been like this since yesterday?” Jiang Feng was beginning to doubt whether Ji Yue had been possessed.

“She’s been like this since she came back from the hospital,” Ji Xue said. “She claims her inspiration hit her and she wants to finish that comic about wontons or something in the next few days. I don’t understand these things, so I didn’t dare to persuade her. I was afraid I would interrupt and she’d lose her inspiration.”

Jiang Feng: …

Ji Yue is a good comrade indeed!

After scrounging some rice wine glutinous rice balls from Ji Xue, Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi went to Li Mansion to make breakfast for Da Hua before heading to Taifeng Building.

For four consecutive days, Jiang Feng alternated between Taifeng Building, Benevolent Doctor, home, and Li Mansion, even making a trip to the airport to pick up Professor Li and his wife.

Chen Suhua took a liking to Da Hua and personally made it a meal of pig food. Jiang Feng was heartbroken, as he had lost out on the experience of making a meal.

Chen Suhua prepared breakfast, which was always Jiang Feng’s task when it came to Da Hua.

During these four days, the progress at Benevolent Doctor’s cafeteria slowly continued, barely reaching (32/100), with 9 of the 32 dishes contributed by Qian Lijuan and 6 by Qin Weiwei.

The only good news might be that Zhuang Lin’s luck wasn’t as bad as Qian

Lijuan had said; he used the best of his luck for the year to successfully pull his feet back from the brink of death.

The wounds on Zhuang Lin and Qin didn’t worsen, the new antibiotics finally started to work, and their conditions improved day by day.

Both Qian Lijuan and Qin Weiwei felt that it might have been because they ate the dishes they prepared themselves, their moods improved, and miracles happened. Therefore, they insisted on cooking daily, becoming regulars in the small kitchen.

Besides Qian Lijuan and Qin Weiwei, the most frequent visitor was the young man who previously couldn’t even boil rice porridge. He cooked porridge twice a day, each time needing Jiang Feng¹ s verbal guidance.

The young man’s name was Fang Zhuoyue, a student from the mathematics department of Capital University, a high achiever and an undeniable academic prodigy.

Fang Zhuoyue and Jiang Feng were of similar age; they would chat when in the small kitchen, one studying physics and one mathematics, both from prestigious schools, with plenty to discuss.

After shuttling to Benevolent Doctor for six days, Jiang Feng felt the task couldn’t be rushed, so he decided to slow down, visiting Benevolent Doctor every other day.

Jiang Shoucheng had been eating boiled broccoli for five days straight. Without giving him a couple of days off, Jiang Feng was afraid he would literally turn green from eating it.

The only thing that puzzled Jiang Feng was that Qian Lijuan’s Carrot Braised Beef’s lucky buff seemed to work on everyone except himself.

Zhuang Lin reclaimed his life.

Sun, after much reflection and an extra 200 yuan for a genuine little CK, succeeded in confessing to Huihui for the second time.

Zhou won a mobile phone in a Weibo retweet lottery and had already sent it back to his fiancee.

Mr. Zhong felt Dr. Cao was too exhausted and successfully applied for a two- day leave for him at the hospital.

Mr. Zhong’s yogurt purchase came with a promotion for one yuan each, and his family had already consumed over a dozen bottles.

Dr. Lu won 2,000 yuan in a scratch card game.

Dr. Wei’s wife was pregnant.

Xu had his paper published.

Yesterday, when Jiang Shoucheng was on night shift, his Itchy Mouse soul power surged, and he got a full set of 271-speed Fortune.

Only Jiang Feng felt like life hadn’t given him anything. The lucky buff seemed to have failed on him.

As the lucky buff was about to end in just over two days, Jiang Feng began to doubt just how unlucky he was, not even stumbling upon the good fortune of finding money on the road.

Perhaps he should log into his Itchy Mouse account, which he hadn’t accessed for over 200 days, to strengthen his soul and see if his lucky buff was real.

Wait, he remembered he didn’t have a “starter.¹

It was because he couldn’t win at the cockfight and couldn’t get a starter that he quit the game.

Until just before the lunch service started, Jiang Feng was puzzled, was he really that unlucky, unable to accumulate even one lucky incident for the year? Could it be that he had already spent all of this year’s luck in advance on Wu Minqi confessing to him?

“Feng, two Sweet and Sour Yams,” someone ordered as the lunch service began.

“Alrighty,” Jiang Feng stopped pondering and got to work.