The Game of Life-Chapter 838 - 837 6

Chapter 838: Chapter 837: 6

Chapter 838 -837: 6

“Ding, congratulations to the player for completing the main quest ‘Experiencing A Rebirth In A Desperate Situation’ and receiving the quest reward: ‘A Fragment of Memory from Jiang’s Old House’.”

“Ding, you have discovered an optional main quest; please select at your leisure.”

Almost two hours after the semi-finals ended, and as Jiang Feng was about to reach his doorstep in the car driven by Sun Maochai, the usually sluggish system finally rang with a familiar notification sound in Jiang Feng’s mind.

Initially chatting with Sun Jikai, Jiang Feng was interrupted by the system’s notification bell, forgetting what he was about to say and becoming completely preoccupied with what ‘A Fragment of Memory from Jiang’s Old House’ meant.

What did a fragment of memory from the old house mean?

Had the house become sentient?!

Weren’t they agreed that nothing would become sentient after the founding of the nation?

Wait, if anything, Jiang’s Old House should have become sentient before the founding of the nation.

No, even before the founding it shouldn’t have become sentient! If foxes, leopards, lions, rabbits, chicks, kittens, piglets, puppies haven’t become sentient, why should a house get to become sentient first!

“Jiang Feng!” Noticing Jiang Feng suddenly became silent mid-sentence and his gaze started to drift, his expression becoming blank, Sun Jikai couldn’t help but feel baffled. He had often seen people drift off while listening to others, but witnessing someone zoning out in the middle of their own sentence was a first for him.

“Huh?”

“What are you thinking about?”

“I was wondering why the house would become sentient first,” Jiang Feng replied subconsciously.

The three: ?

Sun Maochai, who was driving, couldn’t help but chuckle lightly: “It seems Feng is indeed tired. Well, today’s competition was so lengthy, everyone must be exhausted. Once we’re home, you young people should avoid your phones and go straight to bed after a shower for a good rest.”

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Sun Maochai’s attributing Jiang Feng’s distraction to being severely tired from the competition was somewhat acceptable, although upon reflection, they couldn’t figure out where exactly Jiang Feng had exerted himself. Was it from eating too much? After all, he was the only one who burped throughout the competition, not even the judges did.

“What was I saying just now?” Jiang Feng asked, genuinely having forgotten what he was talking about before the system notification sounded.

“You were asking Sun Jikai what his dad has been doing at home lately,” Wu Minqi reminded him.

“Oh, right,” Jiang Feng recalled, “What is your dad planning to do now? He can’t seriously be intending to farm every day like we joked, especially since there’s no land for him to do that.”

Unless Sun Changping buys a mansion like the Li Mansion, with a triple entry courtyard.

“I don’t know,” Sun Jikai said with a hint of helplessness, “He hasn’t left the house these past few days. Sometimes I ask him to go for a walk in the morning, even to the supermarket to buy something, but he’s reluctant to go out. However, my dad did start tending to two pots of orchids, spending his days fixated on them at home. I’m worried that if he keeps this up, he might end up staring himself silly.”

“Mr. Sun should really go out, socialize, and have a normal job like us,” Wu Minqi suggested. “Otherwise, being cooped up at home all day and keeping everything bottled up, his mental health is bound to suffer.”

Sun Jikai gave a wry smile: “My dad has worked at Jubao Building his whole life, first as a lobby manager and then in corporate management. If you ask him to do some ordinary job, he wouldn’t know how. What can he do now? All the high-end restaurants in Beiping know my dad’s name. Who would dare to hire him as a lobby manager or even a waiter?”

“Didn’t you discuss my last suggestion with your dad?” Sun Maochai suddenly interjected.

Sun Jikai paused, remembering that Sun Maochai had already suggested that Sun Changping could work at the Taifeng Building, but Sun Jikai hadn’t taken it seriously and didn’t give it much thought as it seemed implausible.

Seeing that Sun Jikai didn’t respond, Sun Maochai knew he hadn’t taken their previous conversation seriously and emphasized once more, “I wasn’t joking or just making polite conversation last time. When you get back, you might as well bring it up with your dad on the first floor. He will agree.”

“You might not realize it, but he’s truly suited for the service industry.”

They had arrived.

Sun Maochai let the three of them off at the entrance and went to park the car in the underground parking lot. It was closer to enter directly from the entrance than to circle around from the underground parking.

Jiang Feng hadn’t felt tired or sleepy before, but once he got out of the car and was hit by the cold wind, perhaps because he had eaten his fill, he actually felt a bit weary and couldn’t help but yawn.

Thinking Jiang Feng was genuinely fatigued and a bit dazed, Wu Minqi advised, “Fengfeng, you should head back and hurry to bed after a shower.”

“Mhm,” Jiang Feng nodded.

Just the right time to check out the new task in the bathroom.

When he arrived at the entrance of his apartment unit, Sun Jikai didn’t join Jiang Feng and the others in the elevator but instead turned left toward the house rented by Sun Changping, apparently intending to broach the subject of working at Taifeng Building as a waiter or supervisor.

Although Jiang Feng wasn’t sure why Sun Maochai was so certain that Sun Changping would agree, Sun Maochai had always been reliable, a man of his word, so if he said Sun Changping was willing, there was probably no chance of refusal.

If nothing unexpected happened, Taifeng Building would gain a new staff member tomorrow, one who might not be exceptionally talented but was surely richer than he was.

After returning home, Wu Minqi, as usual, went into her room for her daily chat with Mrs. Wu while Jiang Feng picked up his pajamas and headed for the bathroom to check the newly appeared main quest on his attribute panel.

[Win the Championship]: As a protagonist who has already made a big name in the industry, a champion is the only title befitting your reputation and status. In any competition, winning the championship should be your only goal. Please strive with all your might to defeat the top-tier restaurants and win the championship at the live finals of the “Good Taste” Culinary King Contest, witnessed by millions of viewers. Task progress (0/1)

Friendly reminder: Giving your all is your best weapon.

Looking at this task, which seemed like the final mission, Jiang Feng almost couldn’t help but laugh out loud in the bathroom.

A big name, is it talking about him? He was apparently already famous, but why didn’t he know about it?

As for winning the championship in front of millions of viewers, let’s not mention how the production team’s idea for a live broadcast met obstacles at every turn, forcing the finals to be delayed over and over. Just the planned twelve-hour marathon duration was enough to put millions of viewers to sleep.

How could there be millions of viewers willing to watch eight chefs cook on screen for twelve hours? Didn’t these millions of viewers have jobs?

Jiang Feng accepted the task with a laugh and thought little of it, for although the game’s tasks often had an uncanny knack for foresight, the adjectives used this time were just too exaggerated, making him wonder if the game had changed its copywriter.

The adjectives were one thing, but winning the championship was what mattered most.

Compared to this main quest, Jiang Feng was more curious about the reward for the previous task, “A Memory from Jiang’s Old House”.

He was really curious about what sort of memory a piece of the old house could give him.

After washing up, Jiang Feng went straight to bed without checking his phone, leaving it in the living room to charge.

A night of sweet dreams.

At the first light of summer dawn, while Jiang Feng was still deep in sleep and dreaming, he was rudely awakened by Wu Minqi’s cries of alarm, and a figurative slap in the face.

“Fengfeng, Fengfeng, wake up, there’s big news! Check your phone quickly!”

Jiang Feng opened his eyes to see Wu Minqi, also in pajamas, her hair a disheveled mess and her face unwashed, but with an excitement that made her look wide awake and nothing like someone who had just gotten out of bed.

“Ah, what’s wrong? Was there an earthquake? Let’s run!” Jiang Feng, suddenly woken up, was disoriented. Seeing double of Wu Minqi, he thought there had been an earthquake. He jolted upright in bed, ready to throw off the covers and dash away.

“No, there’s no earthquake! Look at your phone, where is your phone? Never mind, look at mine. The latest rankings for Top Chef have been released, you’re ranked sixth, Fengfeng, you’re sixth!” Wu Minqi articulated excitedly and incoherently.

Jiang Feng, who was about to put his left foot on the ground, got so excited that he tripped over his right foot, and instead of his foot, his face hit the ground first.

That instantly brought him to his senses.

Struggling to get up from the floor, as if his face wasn’t smashed by the floor but by a pie from heaven, he exclaimed, “I’m sixth?! Let me see, I can’t believe I’m sixth!”

Wu Minqi didn’t bother to help him up but squatted down and handed over the phone to Jiang Feng, who was still face-down on the ground, her own excitement surging as if she had taken the sixth place herself.

“Really, Fengfeng, you’re sixth. When my mom called to wake me up and tell me this, I thought she’d either seen it wrong or come across some fake news. You really are sixth, look at it!”

Meanwhile, a series of loud, forceful knocks on the door came from outside.

And there was the unmistakable, extremely excited voice of Jiang Jiankang, loud enough to wake the neighbors early in the morning, penetrating the door and the distance of five or six meters.

“Son, son, are you awake? Open the door, quick! You’re sixth, you’re sixth in the Top Chef rankings! Why aren’t you answering your phone?”

“Qiqi, Qiqi, are you up? Open the door for me, Fengfeng made sixth in the Top Chef rankings! I called him, but he’s not answering!”

“It’s a bit cold outside today, can someone open the door for me?”