Closer to Revealing My True Self

Chapter 814 - 814 522 The Downpour Comes

?Chapter 814: Chapter 522 The Downpour Comes Chapter 814: Chapter 522 The Downpour Comes After finishing his conversation with Feng Yi, Feng Chi lay on the sofa feeling somewhat bored.

The sudden idleness after a busy work schedule took some getting used to.

He turned on the TV to watch the recent major and minor works by his peers in the circle, then picked up his phone to scroll through what netizens were saying about him.

He quickly glanced over the negative comments and read through the fun and memes one by one.

Then, Feng Chi prepared a simple dinner for himself. Since Feng Yi wouldn’t be coming over today, he planned to eat early and rest early.

While eating, something occurred to him, and he took out his phone again, switched accounts, and checked a few unread emails.

Today, there was a new one, which he clicked on.

The email didn’t contain any highly secretive information: just a menu listing a few dishes, along with a few brief descriptions related to the diet. That was all.

But Feng Chi looked it over carefully.

This was what appeared on the old man’s table at the old house today.

It was difficult to find out other things. Even though the old patriarch’s control over the family had weakened, not everything could be easily learned.

However, when it came to food, some news could still be gleaned.

The old patriarch’s meals were overseen by a dedicated nutritionist within his medical team, but from Feng Chi’s study of the old man’s habits over the years, he knew that when the old patriarch experienced certain emotional fluctuations, he would add or remove certain dishes.

For example, today’s menu at the old house listed a dish of steamed cured meat, which rarely appeared otherwise.

Apart from social entertaining or larger family banquets, the old patriarch’s table rarely featured cured meats when he dined alone.

It was only when certain things were happening that cured meats would ceremoniously appear on the table. Whether it was cured, marinated, or roasted flavors depended entirely on the old patriarch’s mood and dental health. The implications were more or less the same.

This sense of ceremony might be rooted in some experiences from the old patriarch’s younger days in business, serving as a memorial of sorts, and gradually became a habit.

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