The Game of Life-Chapter 641 - 639: What’s Meant to Come Will Come
Chapter 641 -639: What’s Meant to Come Will Come
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Time: Mid-March, an seemingly ordinary sunny afternoon with a gentle breeze.
Location: The third floor VIP room of Taifeng Building.
Meeting topic: What on earth happened to Jiang Feng?
Chairperson: Mrs. Wang Xiulian, Jiang Feng’s biological mother.
As the initiator and chairperson of the meeting, Mrs. Wang Xiulian cleared her throat after confirming that everyone was present, and began to speak with a serious face and a steady voice.
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“Everyone, we are gathered here today, and I believe you all know the reason. I won’t waste time with pleasantries, as we have all seen Feng’s behavior this past while. The main reason for calling everyone here is to pool our wisdom and see if we can analyze what kind of stimulus Feng has received recently.”
“Now if anyone has something to say, please speak up. Any findings are welcome, and we can discuss and analyze them together,” Wang Xiulian glanced at her phone to check the time, “It’s 2:48 PM now, and Feng is still in the kitchen. Let’s try to finish by 4 PM so he doesn’t discover us.”
The meeting had the air of a secret gathering.
It was still a round table meeting.
A true · round table meeting.
No one spoke up as each person carefully recalled whether the things they had observed were real and credible. After all, time was of the essence, and with such a strict deadline and many people needing to speak, the quality and timing of their contributions became extremely important.
Mrs. Wang Xiulian turned her gaze to Wu Minqi, the prospective daughter-in-law she admired the most, and said, “Qiqi, you start.”
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Wu Minqi nodded and, with the poise she had when speaking under the national flag in high school, began, “I’ve carefully analyzed the past few days and realized that Jiang Feng began showing noticeable changes 13 days ago. For this, I’ve created a comparative chart and already sent it to the group for everyone to see.”
To ensure this meeting could be held smoothly, Mrs. Wang Xiulian has specifically created a WeChat group unknown to Jiang Feng.
Instantly, everyone took out their phones; Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo put on their reading glasses and began to scrutinize the charts. People like Mrs. Wang Xiulian and Ji Yue, who are accustomed to reading charts every day, finished quickly, whereas the two elder gentlemen took significantly more time.
After waiting a few minutes for everyone to finish, Wu Minqi continued.
“The comparison from the charts clearly shows that in these 13 days, Jiang Feng has devoted all of his time, apart from eating and resting, to practicing his cooking skills. His main practice times are during breaks at work and after getting home in the evening until before midnight. He has a very clear division of labor: practicing knife skills in the morning, making various dishes in the afternoon, and stewing soups after returning home at night,” Wu Minqi, as the person who spent the most time with Jiang Feng, knew his daily schedule and practice dishes like the back of her hand.
“Looking at the dishes he practiced, there’s nothing out of the ordinary. Jiang Feng has also had periods of intense practice before, but usually focuses on just one dish at a time, such as Yun Chicken or crab-stuffed oranges. However, this time, compared to before, Jiang Feng’s practice sessions are longer, and unlike before, he doesn’t take breaks to relax every now and then, so his level of purposefulness doesn’t seem as strong.” As she spoke, Wu Minqi took out her phone again, “Now, what I’m sending to the group is the list of soups Jiang Feng has been making at home in the evening, because the variety of dishes he makes at the shop during the day is too many and too complex for me to compile. Yet even from the soups he makes in the evening at home, it’s hard to discern what exactly he aims to practice.”
Wu Minqi’s remarks ended, and while the charts were well made, they didn’t offer any substantial value.
Jiang Weiming spoke up leisurely, “Wasn’t 13 days ago the day after that incident at the hospital?”
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Wu Minqi nodded.
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“Actually, as for what Feng wants to do, I can guess some of it,” Jiang Weiming said, “He seems to lack focus in his practice recently, but in reality, he’s been laying the groundwork. Before I was discharged from the hospital, I had mentioned to him that I would teach him how to make stock. Plus, just now, Qiqi mentioned that Feng has been simmering soup at home every night, so he must want to learn how to make consommé.”
“But learning to make stock shouldn’t have turned him into this,” Ji Yue said, “I feel like Jiang Feng has been a little obsessed recently.”
Seeing that everyone was looking at her, Ji Yue thought she had misspoken and hurriedly explained: “I don’t mean to belittle Jiang Feng, but I’ve known him for two years in the same club, right? I don’t know what he was like when he was learning to cook, but I do know what he was like during final exams, and he was never like this when he was messing around with mushroom soup or studying for finals.”
Seeing that everyone was still staring at her, especially the intense looks from Mrs. Wang Xiulian and the great aunt, Ji Yue nervously swallowed and tried to remedy the situation.
“What I mean is, it’s not bad that he is this way, but it’s just a bit strange. Last week, I sent him his usual drama binge-watch list, and Jiang Feng replied saying he’s busy with important matters and doesn’t have time to watch, but…”
“I’m not saying that being driven isn’t good, but this is just too scary, no entertainment time at all. His routine nowadays is more frightening than that of high school seniors or grad students cramming for exams, and there wasn’t any sign of it. So I suspect, maybe he’s developed some sort of mental illness.”
“Mental illness?” Jiang Jiankang was shocked.
Haunted or mental illness?
“I only saw it on the news before where a high school student who didn’t like studying suddenly became addicted to it, studying hard with rapid improvement, and changed completely. His parents were happy at first. But later, the child got more and more unusual, doing nothing but eating, sleeping, and studying every day, so his parents, worried about his health, sent him to the hospital for a check-up. The kid’s body was fine, but it seemed like he had developed some psychological or mental illness,” said Ji Yue, looking nervously at the crowd.
Mrs. Wang Xiulian slapped her thigh in agitation, “I knew it, why have I always felt that something was off? Feng is my son, don’t I know what he’s like? It must be like what Ji Yue just described, he’s sick, very likely sick!”
The great aunt also nodded in agreement, “It’s possible.”
Seeing his wife express her opinion, Jiang Jianguo immediately felt that Ji Yue made sense, “Right, I’ve heard about other people’s kids suddenly changing their behavior drastically because of trauma or shock. Feng was fine, then he woke up one day and was like this, so he must be sick.”
Wu Minqi, who believed that Jiang Feng hadn’t been traumatized, wasn’t sick: …
Wu Minqi turned her pleading eyes toward Jiang Shoucheng, the Jiang family’s designated family doctor, whom they always consulted for anything from headaches and fevers to serious illnesses, before even considering the hospital: “Cheng, what do you think?”
Jiang Shoucheng suddenly felt immense pressure.
Although on the surface he was a doctor, in reality, he wasn’t one.
What was key was that he really didn’t understand psychological or mental issues.
After all, for years, no matter what his family asked him, he always had the same answer: “It seems there is a problem, but I can’t be sure of the specifics, I recommend you go to the hospital for a check-up.”
Everyone’s eyes uniformly turned to Jiang Shoucheng.
“It seems there is a problem, but I can’t be sure of the specifics. Why don’t we take Feng to the hospital for a full body check-up?”
“And perhaps have the psychiatric department take a look too?”
