Life is a Game

Without getting an answer from Ji Yue, Jiang Feng could only ask Wu Minqi.

After Wu Minqi replied "wait a moment", there was no more to say. Jiang Feng waited on the phone for more than ten minutes but did not receive a response. He was too embarrassed to urge him, so he could only put this matter aside and continue watching TV happily.

"Do you think that if you have money, you can do whatever you want? Do you think that if you have money, you can easily control everything about me? You have so much money, but are you happy?" the heroine shouted heartbreakingly in the night rain, Finally, he knelt down on the side of the road and wept bitterly.

There was no fluctuation in Jiang Feng's heart, and he even yearned for the happiness of the rich.

Do you think this is the happiness of the rich?

No, you can't even imagine the happiness of rich people.

The more I watch it, the more I feel that this drama is boring. It lost the original sand sculpture, but it became more bloody.

Sand sculpture dramas without sand sculptures are like mapo tofu without pepper and beef noodles without beef. The former has no soul and the latter deceives consumers.

Jiang Feng now felt that he was the consumer who was cheated. Although he did not consume at all, the vip belonged to Wu Minqi and he just borrowed the account of the consumer. But this didn't stop Jiang Feng from using Wu Minqi's account to give the show two stars, and then angrily closed the page.

Picking up the phone, Jiang Feng wanted to talk to Ji Yue about the magical direction of these episodes, when he saw the message Wu Minqi sent him a few minutes ago.

There was only one article, but it was very long. It was estimated to be nearly a thousand words. It described in detail the application techniques of various skin care products, usage time and allergy symptoms. It took Jiang Feng seven or eight minutes to read word by word.

understood!

Jiang Feng suddenly realized that skin care is like this, that, and that, and that, and that, and that!

Take another look at the row of skin care products on the table.

Forget it, let's paint it casually, anyway, it's going to be on the face.

Jiang Feng looked at the game panel, it was still 99.8%, as if the last 0.2% was going to be updated forever.

With nothing to do, Jiang Feng continued to click on Haowei's official forum to see what melons were available on the forum.

In the end, he really ate a shockingly big melon, which was about Tong Deyan's melon, the only judge announced by the organizer so far.

According to the information currently announced by the organizer, Tong Deyan is the chef of Zhengde Building in Beiping, a famous chef in Beiping, 47 years old, who is good at Lu cuisine, Jingbang cuisine, Tanjia cuisine and palace cuisine. Zhengde Building is a famous restaurant, and Tong Deyan, as the head chef of Zhengde Building, is definitely qualified to be a judge.

But now someone in the official forum has picked up Tong Deyan's past, saying that he first worked as a helper in a restaurant in Shanghai, and was kicked out by the master because his hands and feet were not clean.

Haowei's professional reviewer used to be a thief, what breaking news, what a shocking big melon, this post was pushed out of thousands of stories in less than two hours.

Immediately afterwards, a series of inexplicable melons that had nothing to do with Tong Deyan were picked up. Why did Tong Deyan suppress his colleagues when he was in Zhengde Building? , someone maliciously poured dirty water on the Good Taste Cooking Competition.

Some people began to question the official professionalism of the Good Taste Cooking Competition. All kinds of passers-by, trolls, black fans, black fans pretending to be passers-by, and sailors pretending to be passers-by, all began to show their magical powers, and they quarreled under the post, which was brilliant .

The fire even went directly to the contestants. Jiang Feng saw a person swearing in a tone as if he had seen it with his own eyes, saying that Ji Xue, the No. Kicked out for stealing.

Jiang Feng wandered around the forum, half of the posts were nympho Zhang Guanghang's face, and later turned into quarrels, and the other half of the posts were already quarreling, the more noisy and fierce, it was meaningless. Just as I was about to switch to Tieba to see if Wang Hao had updated, the phone rang.

"Hello."

"Hello, hello, is this contestant Jiang Feng? I'm a staff member of the Good Taste Cooking Competition." This time, the staff member had a baby voice, and Jiang Feng almost threw away his phone in fright when he spoke.

"I am."

"It's like this. Since the top 32 competition will start at 8 o'clock tomorrow night, the provincial station will broadcast the whole process, so please arrive at the provincial station before 4 p.m. to prepare for the competition. Since the competition will be broadcast live Yes, so our staff will explain some precautions to you before the game, if you fail to arrive on time, then we can only regretfully inform you that you will be disqualified from the game."

"Because it is a live broadcast, of course there will be spectators during the live broadcast, which may interfere with your game, please be sure to overcome these problems. Each contestant has 5 tickets, I believe you have already got them , you can invite your relatives and friends to watch together."

"Do you have any other questions?"

Jiang Feng: ...

Are you from Wanwan?

Why is your Wanwan accent so proficient?

"I don't have tickets in my hand now, how can I invite them."

"Don't you have a ticket in hand? Oh, that may be, our staff made a mistake on the day of filming VCR and forgot to give you the ticket. I'm really sorry. Where are you now? Our staff can give you the ticket now The ticket will be delivered to you."

Jiang Feng: ...

"Just send it to the publicity room of University A. Let me know and I'll get it. By the way, is the game time written on your tickets?"

"Of course it was written."

Jiang Feng: ...

So, for the top 32 in the country, everyone except him knows that the match is tomorrow.

Just him, knowing nothing, happily watching TV the day before the game.

"Do you have any other questions?"

"there is none left."

"Okay, I'm here to wish you a smooth game. For the mistakes made by our staff, I apologize to you again. We will send the tickets to you before tonight."

"Thank...thank you."

Although it's been a few days, it doesn't matter, it's not a big problem, and I probably won't win the championship anyway. Jiang Feng did a good job of psychological training for himself and began to study skin care products.

There will be a match tomorrow, and it will be broadcast live on TV, so it is natural to be more solemn. Jiang Feng clicked on WeChat and found the long strip of skin care tips that Wu Minqi had sent him, and began to learn one by one from Comrade Wang Xiulian's skin care products.

"Use facial cleanser first, then splash water, and apply a mask for 15 to 20 minutes. After the mask is removed...it's better not to use an alcohol-containing mask? Can you add this to the mask?" Jiang Feng murmured, finding a piece The mask starts by looking at the ingredient list.

Water garaku pumisu culture solution (ギュウ二ュウ) bg...

sorry for disturbance.

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At around five o'clock in the afternoon, the staff of the almost omnipotent Good Taste Cooking Competition delivered the tickets. Jiang Feng first gave Wang Hao one. He wanted to give it to Ji Yue, but Ji Yue told him that Wu Minqi had given her the ticket a few days ago, and Liu Qian also had it. Jiang Jiankang, Wang Xiulian and the two old men.

After distributing the tickets, Jiang Feng went to the airport to pick up Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian. Comrade Wang Xiulian returned home with a full load this time. When he went there, he returned with one suitcase and three suitcases. The small vault that Jiang Jiankang had kept for so long was completely cold.

"Son, son, look, your dad and I are very energetic in this dress, your mother bought it for me!" Jiang Jiankang turned around 360 degrees in a circle and showed off his new clothes to Jiang Feng without any dead ends.

On a night that was only 8° cool and accompanied by a gentle breeze, Jiang Jiankang didn't feel cold at all wearing a thin shirt. Just thinking that this shirt was bought for him by Comrade Wang Xiulian after comparing two pieces made him feel warm in his heart.

Jiang Feng couldn't bear to remind him that Comrade Wang Xiulian spent money from his small coffers.

"It looks good." Jiang Feng was very perfunctory, and went to get the suitcase, one with the left hand and the other with the right, "Mom, you also bought this suitcase in Hong Kong City."

"Yes, 20% off, it's cheaper, and there are customs locks!" Wang Xiulian said.

"By the way, Dad, Mom, the top 32 match is tomorrow night. I still have four tickets with the address and start time of the studio on it. One ticket for each of you, and the other two tickets are for grandpa and third grandpa. , I have already told them, remember to watch it tomorrow." Jiang Feng said.

"Which row is it?" Wang Xiulian asked.

"Second row, you can definitely see it clearly."

"That's good, don't you take the ticket with you, bring it to me first." Wang Xiulian said.

The ticket happened to be in Jiang Feng's coat pocket. Jiang Feng took it out and handed it to Wang Xiulian. Wang Xiulian happily took the ticket, took out her mobile phone and clicked one, and sent it to the elementary school classmates.

"Do you know the Tasty Cooking Competition? My son entered the top 32 and got me a ticket. The second row is so close. Allah will definitely see it very clearly when the time comes! "Wang Xiulian began to speak.

Jiang Feng: ...

Comrade Wang Xiulian's fake magic capital dialect is quite similar, and the TV dramas of these years are really not in vain.