Chapter 596: Chapter 594 Diet Restrictions

Jiang Feng learned of Sun Guanyun’s death early in the morning on the 16th at around 6 a.m., for the simple reason that he was sitting beside Jiang Weiguo eating breakfast when Sun Jikai called to inform Jiang Weiguo of the event.

Jiang Weiguo is someone who believes in eating well during illness, and when they were children, the thing Jiang Jiankang and his four brothers hoped for the most was to fall sick, because during that time they could make any request regarding food.

As long as the doctor allowed it and Sir was willing to cook, their dream foods could become a reality in their stomachs.

With his third brother ill, how could Jiang Weiguo bear to let Jiang Weiming eat the hospital’s provided meals or the lovingly prepared food from Jiang Weisheng? Naturally, he took it upon himself to be in charge of Jiang Weiming’s meals during this special time.

As the unquestionable candidate to deliver the meals, Jiang Feng also got to enjoy a share of the feast.

Jiang Weiguo’s complexion turned sour as soon as he took the call, and after hanging up, his expression became even more solemn. Jiang Feng noticed the change in his grandfather’s mood right away.

“Grandpa, what’s wrong?” Jiang Feng asked, holding a cup of hot, sweetened soy milk that Jiang Weiguo had prepared himself and chewing on a pancake filled with Mrs. Jiang’s love.

“Old Master Sun passed away last night,” Jiang Weiguo said, laying down his chopsticks.

Jiang Feng was stunned for a moment, then realized, “You mean… Grandpa Sun Guanyun?”

A silence fell over the dining room.

“What happened? What’s with both your faces? Oh, and breakfast is already packed, Feng. Make sure you don’t deliver it to the wrong person when you go to the hospital later. The white lunchbox is your granduncle’s breakfast, the blue one is for Director Zhong, and the light yellow one is for Mr. Jiang, so don’t mix them up; the contents are all different,” Mrs. Jiang said as she came out with a bowl of soaked rice.

Seeing that neither was speaking, Mrs. Jiang inquired, “What’s going on? Say something, don’t scare me, what happened?”

Jiang Feng swallowed hard, finding it difficult to process the news, “Grandpa Sun Guanyun passed away early this morning.”

Mrs. Jiang was taken aback, speechless, standing in place with the bowl of soaked rice for a long time before she could step forward and sit down at the dining table. She glanced at Jiang Weiguo, wanting to say something but remained silent.

She sat by the table for a while, until the soaked rice had lost its steam, before she finally said, “Old man, everyone has their own fate, don’t overthink it.”

“I’m not overthinking, let’s eat,” Jiang Weiguo resumed his meal and glanced at Jiang Feng, “Eat up quickly, and go to the hospital to deliver your granduncle’s breakfast.”

“Okay,” replied Jiang Feng, who began wolfing down pancakes, almost choking on them.

After devouring his own breakfast hastily, Jiang Feng grabbed the three lunchboxes and rushed to the Benevolent Doctor.

By the time he arrived at Jiang Weiming’s hospital room, the caregiver Zhang Guanghang had previously recommended and who had taken care of Xia Mushi had already arrived and was tidying up. Jiang Weisheng was also in the room, greasy-faced and looking like he had not slept well, as he had apparently stayed up all night.

“Mr. Jiang, I’ve brought breakfast for you. Go wash your face, have your breakfast, and then go get some sleep in the rental room next door, so you can come back refreshed,” Jiang Feng advised.

“Yes, Mr. Jiang, I’m here to take care of things; you go get some rest,” the caregiver chimed in.

Jiang Weisheng, looking listless, nodded in agreement and stood up to go wash up.

After half a day of caregiving, he deeply realized he had no talent for taking care of someone. Caring for his master was a job for professionals, like caregivers, or like his wife, who hadn’t been able to buy a plane ticket and had to take a train, which wouldn’t arrive until the evening.

The young man in the neighboring bed was already awake and eating breakfast, as his life in the hospital had made him adopt the good habit of sleeping and waking up early.

“Mrs. Zhu, this white lunchbox is my granduncle’s, and the light yellow one is for Mr. Jiang; please take care of them for me,” Jiang Feng said as he took the lunchboxes out of a plastic bag and turned to look at Jiang Weiming, who was already lying in bed with his neck crooked, watching TV early in the morning, “Granduncle, I’m going to the emergency room to deliver breakfast to Director Zhong, I’ll come back up after that.”

“Mm,” Jiang Weiming responded, eyes glued to the television.

“Grandpa Jiang, who do you think the killer is? I think it should be the redhead,” the young man in the neighboring bed suddenly asked as Jiang Feng was about to leave the room.

“It’s not her, it’s the guy who appeared first,” Jiang Weiming said.

“The guy?” The young man, a bun still in his mouth, turned his head in shock to look at Jiang Weiming, and caught sight of the oatmeal porridge being revealed as Mrs. Zhu opened the white lunchbox, involuntarily swallowing hard.

“Impossible,” the young man tried to look away from the oatmeal porridge, took a bite of the dry and somewhat salty vegetable bun, which brought him back to his senses, “He just seems like a red herring.”

“It’s him, I’ve seen this show before,” Jiang Weiming spoiled without mercy, as Mrs. Zhu helped him sit up to eat breakfast.

“Oh,” the young man didn’t get angry despite the spoiler, staring intently at the oatmeal porridge in front of Jiang Weiming, his mind full of doubts.

Strange, it’s just oatmeal porridge, bland and flavorless at a glance; why does it seem so appetizing and like it tastes much better than the bun in his mouth?

It was really odd, could it be that he suddenly craved oatmeal porridge? Should he skip the bun tomorrow morning and switch to oatmeal porridge?

When Jiang Feng arrived at the emergency room, Director Zhong had just gotten there, holding a cup of soy milk and carrying a bag of steamed buns, clearly ready to have breakfast.

“Director Zhong!” Jiang Feng hurried forward, carrying a lunch box.

“Ah, Xiao Jiang, how is your grandpa feeling now? He hasn’t had any adverse reactions, has he?” Director Zhong asked with a smile.

“He’s pretty good, just lacking strength and can’t get out of bed; he can only lie down,” Jiang Feng said.

“That’s normal, it will be like this for a few days, but he’ll be better in a couple of days,” Director Zhong nodded.

“I’m here to deliver a meal for my Granduncle Weiming. My grandpa said that if it weren’t for you, my granduncle might not have been saved. You’re his life-saver, for sure. We don’t have much to offer to show our gratitude, so when my grandpa was making breakfast, he made an extra portion for me to bring to you. As long as you’re in the hospital these days, you don’t have to eat out; I’ll take care of your three meals, and it’s on the way, so it’s no trouble,” Jiang Feng said with a smile.

“How could I accept that; it really troubles you,” Director Zhong said courteously, but his body honestly put down the soy milk and steamed buns.

Director Zhong knew well enough about Jiang Feng’s cooking skills, and he also knew a thing or two about the Jiang family’s situation. If Jiang Feng brought something else, he definitely wouldn’t accept it, but delivering three meals…

If his mind didn’t accept it, his tongue and stomach would be the first to object.

“Xiao Jiang, your Granduncle Weiming’s age is also a factor. Judging by the current situation, the rescue was very timely, and he hasn’t been left with any obvious sequelae, but you must be careful during the recovery. Elderly people have to be cautious in every aspect, including their diet. Let me write you a list for you to pay a little attention when delivering meals to your home.”

“Especially salty foods, he mustn’t eat those. Even when cooking regular meals, use less salt. The period after myocarditis is critical, and you absolutely can’t be careless,” Director Zhong instructed.

Jiang Feng nodded, his mind going back to that egg foo young Jiang Weisheng made last night. He decided that when he went back, he would have to remind Jiang Weiming that even if it’s to encourage his apprentice, one cannot risk their life.

“Thank you for your trouble,” Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Feng stayed in the emergency room for a few more minutes, and after getting the list from Director Zhong, he went back to the inpatient department, planning to chat with Jiang Weiming before leaving.

On his way there, he received a WeChat message from Jiang Yong saying that their whole family had booked a flight from Magic City to Beiping at 8 o’clock this morning, and they were expected to arrive at the hospital around noon.

Xu Cheng had given Jiang Yong an extended leave so he could focus on caring for Jiang Weiming, but Jiang Xiaoran and Lin Juan didn’t have such generous bosses and could only take two days off before having to return tomorrow.

Jiang Feng didn’t plan to tell Jiang Weiming about Sun Guanyun’s death. He decided to tell him in a couple of days instead. Jiang Weiming had just been pulled back from the brink of death, and although he wasn’t very close to Sun Guanyun, they still had some interactions. Suddenly hearing the news of his death would probably be somewhat of a blow to him.

This morning’s state of Jiang Weiguo at the breakfast table made Jiang Feng realize that for them, the death of an elder might just be a passing. But for people like Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo, who had been close to death or even had a close brush with it, the death of an elder served as a reminder.

And a blow.

For whatever reason, they would think and worry more than Jiang Feng expected.

Jiang Weiming wasn’t in a state to receive any shock now.

Having planned in his mind what to say to Jiang Weiming, Jiang Feng walked into the ward and saw Jiang Weiming silently eating porridge. And the young man in the next bed, for some reason, was staring eagerly at the oatmeal porridge in his bowl.

The expression and demeanor all too familiar.

“Granduncle Weiming, how is the taste of the oatmeal porridge? Is it okay? Has it gotten cold?” Jiang Feng asked, glancing around the ward, noting that Mr. Jiang had already left, and the pale yellow lunch box had been cleaned and placed on the table.

“It hasn’t gotten cold; it’s warm, just right,” Jiang Weiming said, “Did your grandpa make this porridge today?”

“Yes, grandpa said from now on, he’ll take care of your meals.” Jiang Feng took out the list that Director Zhong had written for him just before and showed it to Jiang Weiming, “Granduncle Weiming, this is a special reminder from Director Zhong about your diet for this period.”

“See, it’s especially emphasized here that you can’t eat too much salty food, so it’s best to stick to a light diet when eating,” Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Weiming squinted at the spot Jiang Feng pointed to, nodded, and showed no particular reaction.

“You really can’t eat salty food!” Jiang Feng gently reminded, but still, Jiang Weiming didn’t seem to react much.

Seeing that Jiang Weiming wasn’t really catching on, Jiang Feng had no choice but to get straight to the point: “For example, that egg foo young Mr. Jiang made for you last night, it was so salty you really mustn’t eat that. Of course, Mr. Jiang didn’t do it on purpose; he must have been distracted while cooking, or something. I am well aware of his usual cooking skills, it’s never like that dish that was so off. But even for encouraging Mr. Jiang, you can’t eat it. No matter what, your health is the most important; you need to prioritize your well-being in all things.”

Jiang Weiming paused, then nodded, “Oh, I’ll pay attention to that.”

Then he continued to eat the porridge, head down.

Once Jiang Weiming said that, Jiang Feng was reassured and moved on to other topics.

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