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Mrs. Jiang's memory was like water in a sponge, gently squeezed, it vanished; left unattended, it naturally evaporated.
Jiang Feng and Mrs. Jiang had been walking and chatting the entire way, and even after Jiang Feng had bought the flour, Mrs. Jiang was still muttering about her "mo-something science" like chanting a spell, not stopping until they reached the old and reputable shop selling marinated goose.
"Boss, give me a marinated goose, no need to chop it, wrap it up tight."
The owner of the marinated goose shop was quite old, and the shop only accepted cash, no mobile payments. Jiang Feng put down his things and started to fish cash out of his pocket, and given the pockets of his down jacket were so deep, he had to search several times before he could gather enough money.