At 11:30 noon, Wu Feng was working on his model collection in his room.

There is a wooden sailboat, like the Black Pearl in Pirates of the Caribbean.

It looks lifelike, but there are only a thousand steps to put it together. Counting nails, cannons, cable reels and other details, there are tens of thousands of parts.

Wu Feng didn't think it was that difficult when he first put it together, and it wasn't as exaggerated as what was said online.

There are fully internal tanks, which are about the size of a book and have thousands of parts, including barrels, rifling, suspension, and tracks.

An aircraft with a metal frame, internal keel, fuselage skin, and abnormal linkage rods gives most people a headache when they see it.

Wu Feng looked at these proud works and touched his chin.

The model that Teacher Xu brought back from Magic City as a gift to him was still left at Zhao Xuan's house because he went out to play yesterday.

That Millennium Falcon has less than 10,000 parts in total.

Wu Feng thought that he had to put it together as soon as possible and then store it properly.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Xiao Feng, you can have lunch."

Outside the door, Wu Weizheng's voice came.

"knew."

Wu Feng replied lightly, carefully put away his treasures, and then left the room.

Steaming meals were already placed on the dining table in the living room.

Stir-fried prawns in oil, beef brisket with potatoes, stir-fried vegetables with mushrooms, winter melon and pork ribs soup.

Three dishes and one soup are all Wu Feng’s favorites.

"Xiao Feng, try it quickly and see if you are satisfied with my craftsmanship today?"

Wu Weizheng served a bowl of rice to Wu Feng and said with a smile.

As soon as he smiled, the traces of years of wear and tear could no longer be hidden, and the wrinkles became piled up.

Wu Feng did not appreciate his enthusiasm.

He pulled up a chair and sat down, muttering:

"Don't think that if you know what I like to eat and cook it for me, I will forgive you."

"Don't even think about it!"

With that said, he started to eat by himself.

He had been raised by his grandmother since he was a child. Wu Feng had no memory at all of the grandfather with a warm smile in front of him.

Grandma always told him that his grandfather was a person who did big things and was very busy every day.

But no matter how busy you are, how busy can you be?

When he was born, this so-called grandfather was not around.

On his birthday, this so-called grandpa was not there.

When he was happy, this so-called grandpa was not around.

When he was sad, this so-called grandpa was not around.

…

Ever since he was a child, this grandfather has not been around in his life.

Wu Feng can accept all of these.

He can regard himself as a person without a grandfather.

But where was this so-called grandpa when grandma died?

Wu Feng didn't understand and didn't want to understand.

If grandma hadn't told him before she died, he must accept this so-called grandpa.

He might not be happy living with Wu Weizheng.

Mom and dad work in other places all year round. When grandma was here, Wu Feng didn't feel lonely at all.

But since his grandma left, he felt that he, Wu Feng, had become the loneliest person in the world.

Although this so-called grandpa returned home two years ago and took good care of him, he didn't appreciate it at all.

Although his parents always tried every means to reconcile their grandfather and grandson when they came back every year, he was not willing at all.

In Wu Feng's mind, this was punishment for the so-called grandfather who had been indifferent to his grandmother all year round and refused to come home.

What kind of person does great things?

What big things have you done?

How come Wu Feng has never heard of him?

What makes me understand him?

I have only met him a handful of times in more than ten years. How do I understand him?

Wu Feng didn't understand, but he didn't want his deceased grandma to be sad, so he pinched his nose and lived with this so-called grandpa.

"Xiao Feng, how was the beef brisket stewed this time? Is it mushy enough?"

"It was because I didn't control the heat well last time that it tasted so bad."

Wu Weizheng said with a smile while eating.

He knew Wu Feng didn't want to see him.

But he believes that one day, Xiaofeng, like Cathay Pacific, Guomin, Guoan and others, will understand him.

There were 1,791 people across the country who suddenly disappeared like him.

1,791 people represent 1,791 families.

He, Wu Weizheng, is already lucky because he still has descendants, he has three sons and grandchildren.

But many fellow travelers have long since been buried in foreign lands, and some even have no heirs.

Their 1,791 people are only a small part of the overall plan.

There are many comrades who have sacrificed more than him.

Wu Weizheng has nothing to be dissatisfied with.

He considers himself not a great person.

In terms of contribution, it is not as good as those meritorious figures.

In terms of hardship, it is not as good as those on the front lines.

He just took advantage of the times and met them at the right time.

Zhongnan is not his hometown, but this is where Xiaolin lives.

He came back here just to see where she lived and walk the path she had walked.

When they meet again in the future, he can tell her his feelings.

At the dinner table, Wu Feng shrugged and did not answer.

But there was actually a subtle change in my heart.

There is no other reason.

These meals already have the taste of what they were made when grandma was still alive.

Regarding this, Wu Feng was actually very surprised.

The same dish tastes very different when made by different people.

This has a lot to do with a person's cooking habits.

Appropriate amount of oil and salt, a little soy sauce and vinegar.

What is an appropriate amount? What is a little?

Everyone cooks differently.

The dishes Wu Feng likes to eat are not particularly difficult to prepare.

But he has long been accustomed to the taste of grandma's cooking.

What kind of fried prawns and beef brisket with potatoes are not available in restaurants, restaurants or canteens outside?

But Wu Feng has never been satisfied with the taste of food outside.

This is no longer a matter of skill, but a psychological effect.

Wu Feng said nothing and filled up another bowl of winter melon and pork ribs soup.

This smell is also very familiar.
To be continued...