The meal ended in a lively atmosphere, and at the same time, Fu Wan's trip to the capital was also coming to a close.
The next morning, Fu Wan asked Qin Fu to help buy train tickets for the evening, while she and Fu Ming took the local specialties they had brought to visit Feng Ji.
After returning to the capital, Feng Ji lived and ate at the Cultural Relics Restoration Institute. The institute had access control, and after Fu Wan registered, the security department verified their identities before letting them in.
This cultural relic restoration site is located within the Second Ring Road of Beijing. From the outside, it looks like an ordinary small courtyard, but once inside, Fu Wan realized that it was even larger than her own courtyard house.
"Ah Wan!"
As Fu Wan was looking around, she heard Feng Ji's shout from not far away. Fu Wan looked over and waved to Feng Ji, who was walking quickly towards her.
"Uncle Feng!"
"Hey, I was just saying that casually yesterday, why did you actually come today, and with so much stuff!"
Feng Ji immediately launched into a tirade of complaints, though he never stopped smiling.
He was clearly very happy about Fu Wan's arrival.
Upon hearing this, Fu Wan defended herself, "It's not like you said yesterday that I only came today. I had planned to come and see you beforehand."
Look, I even brought a lot of local specialties with me!
Fu Wan waved the item in her hand, and Feng Ji's smile widened as he looked at the bulging bag.
"Oh, so much stuff! Come on, let's go sit in my courtyard!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than another questioning voice rang out from not far away.
"Old Feng, why did you bring an outsider into the station? This is..."
The smile on Feng Ji's face faded, replaced by a look of disgust.
“What outsiders? These are the younger members of my family who came to visit me.”
Fu Wan glanced at the man curiously. He was about the same age as Feng Ji, with a chubby, square face and wearing black-rimmed glasses.
He should be Feng Ji's colleague.
"Junior? I've never heard of you having any juniors in the country."
Where did all these bags and packages come from?
The man asked in confusion, and Fu Wan frowned, while Feng Ji became even more impatient.
"You live by the sea, why are you meddling in other people's business? Xu Baoguo, if you're free, hurry up and finalize your plan to restore the blood coral. We've all been working on this with you all night, we're exhausted!"
Feng Ji's words showed no mercy, and the man's face immediately darkened.
He wasn't idle; he worked overtime all night and only came out for some fresh air now. How come in Feng Ji's words, it's as if he played all night?
"Feng Ji, what you said went a bit too far!"
"Is that going too far? If you can't come up with a plan by the afternoon, I'll show you something even more outrageous."
Feng Ji rolled his eyes at the man, then turned and beckoned Fu Wan to come forward.
"Awan, Amin, let's go!"
"Hey, here it comes!"
Fu Wan and Fu Ming responded and followed. Feng Ji's place was not far away, about two hundred meters from the gate of the restoration institute.
It wasn't an attic, but a simple bungalow.
"Uncle Feng, did you guys not sleep at all last night?"
Fu Wan noticed the exhaustion that Feng Ji couldn't hide on his face, and remembering what Feng Ji had just said, she couldn't help but ask him.
Feng Ji nodded and sighed.
"We haven't stopped working since the blood coral was brought back yesterday afternoon. The thing is a bit damaged, and the higher-ups want us to repair it as soon as possible."
Restoring cultural relics is no easy task; it requires restoring them to their original state without damaging them.
However, their institute had never restored coral artifacts before. Feng Ji proposed a restoration plan based on past experience, but Xu Baoguo disagreed. So they spent the whole night looking through the materials, but still came up with nothing.
Having inexplicably worked an extra night for nothing, it would be strange if Feng Ji gave him a friendly look.
It was already very polite of them not to insult Xu Baoguo's ancestors.
Feng Ji rarely complained so much, and Fu Wan and Fu Ming were all speechless.
That's how it is when dealing with people; when working as a team, disagreements are even more problematic.
"Forget it, why am I telling you all this? Anyway, the repair plan will be finalized by this afternoon at the latest. If they can't come up with a concrete plan by then, they'll have no choice but to follow my lead."
Feng Ji rubbed his temples and smiled.
"With so much stuff, you must be exhausted from coming all this way."
"Luckily, there are many of us."
Fu Ming stepped forward and helped open the snakeskin bag.
"Uncle Feng, these are all things from home. Awan said you haven't been back to Beijing for so long, you must miss things from Longhai City."
Here, this is dried cuttlefish, and this is dried shrimp…
Fu Wan also helped take the things out of the bag. "Besides food, there's also a backrest I brought from Longhai City. Uncle Feng, you can put it behind your chair to lean against when you're restoring cultural relics. Otherwise, sitting for a long time will hurt your back."
This backrest was specially made by an aunt in the village, which Fu Wan had asked to make. It was originally made for Fu Laoda, and Fu Laoda liked it, so Fu Wan bought a few more.
Feng Ji was laughing so hard his mouth almost stretched to the back of his head.
Xu Baoguo, who was peeking from outside the door, was so jealous he felt like a lemon.
Damn it, where did this old bastard Feng Ji come from? Why did he bring so many things over?
Didn't they say his wife and kids had all gone abroad? Where did these two young people come from?
He could see it clearly just now; the dried cuttlefish Fu Ming took out was bigger than his face, and there was also a big bag of dried shrimp. He could smell the aroma even from this distance.
Few people know that Xu Baoguo's favorite food in his life was seafood.
Moreover, in his view, Feng Ji's plan was actually feasible.
Before Feng Ji arrived, Xu Baoguo was the most senior member of the cultural relics restoration institute, and everyone admired him. But Feng Ji's arrival meant he received the same treatment as Xu Baoguo, and he was even allowed to represent the institute at auctions, which greatly displeased Xu Baoguo.
That's why I opposed Feng Ji's proposal yesterday.
However, he has changed his mind now. If Feng Ji invites him to try these seafood dishes, he is not incapable of getting along peacefully with Feng Ji.
If that old rascal Feng Ji were sensible, he should be able to eat some delicious squid for lunch today, right?
Thinking of this, Xu Baoguo pushed up his glasses, put his hands behind his back, and left the courtyard.
After staying up all night, he was a little exhausted, so he decided to go back to sleep, have a delicious lunch when he woke up, and then go back to work!
Feng Ji was completely unaware of Xu Baoguo's ulterior motives, and he looked at the bag of large cuttlefish with some difficulty.
He hasn't had time to eat lately, let alone cook.
Back in Longhai City, he relied entirely on buying food from outside.
"Why don't you take the dried squid back with you? I don't have time to make it."
It's such a good thing, it would be a shame to let it get ruined if he left it there.
Fu Wan had already guessed that he wouldn't cook for himself.
“It’s alright. Doesn’t the Wenxiu Institute have a kitchen? You can take it to the kitchen and ask them to cook it for you. If that’s not possible, you can have the kitchen cook it for everyone to eat together.”
Since they were all working for the country, Fu Wan didn't mind letting them try some of her family's seafood.
Feng Ji hesitated for two seconds before nodding, "Alright, I'll take it over later. Humph, these guys got it for free!"
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