Life is a Game

In the end, when everyone left, everyone carried a bunch of pickles and sauces in their hands. Even if it was the dried pumpkin that Ji Yue kept saying was not recommended, she shared a small bag with each of them and took it away.

In Ji Yue's words, although the dried pumpkin made by her mother doesn't taste very good, it still tastes good when chewed. If any of you have a unique taste, you will like it.

Zhang Guanghang's house was far away, so he left first. Jiang's family lived downstairs, so Jiang Feng simply carried down the pickles and jam in batches and distributed them to his uncles.

There is a certain way to divide things. For example, Grandma Jiang and Fourth Aunt like to add capers when they eat steamed buns, so give them more capers.

Comrade Jiang Jiankang, fed by Comrade Wang Xiulian's superb pickling skills over the years, must have looked down on ordinary Shanghai green and potherb red pickles, but the cabbage produced by Jiyue's mother has just won unanimous praise from everyone. Pickles are sure to win him over. Although Ji Yue only gave Jiang Feng the amount of three cans, but after all, Comrade Jiang Jiankang's own father must give a whole can of pickles.

Auntie was obsessed with losing weight and couldn't help herself, so she probably had no interest in pickles, but Jiang Feng knew that Auntie loved jam.

Fruit is a healthy food, and apples are a holy food for weight loss. Even if you eat applesauce, you won't gain weight.

When Jiang Feng ran to Ji Yue's house for the fourth time to take pickles to the old man and Grandma Jiang, Ji Yue chased them out the door with two cans of pickled peppers: "Jiang Feng, you forgot to take the peppers, your third grandpa doesn't eat spicy food ?"

"My third grandpa lives at my fifth uncle's house now, and my fifth aunt has already returned to city A to supervise the studies of my two cousins. I'll get chili next time." Jiang Feng said.

Seeing that Ji Yue had almost taken away all the pickles and jam, Ji Xue didn't intend to keep much for herself, so she asked strangely, "Ah Yue, don't you want to keep some for yourself?"

"I kept it, the ones on the table are reserved for the two of us to eat." Ji Yue pointed to the bottles on the table, "My mother makes a lot of these things every year, she's fine at home this year I've been making more, most of the basement of my house is filled with her pickle jars, which look like a pickle workshop. She said, let me bring these things over for you to share, if you like She will send some more, she can send whatever you like, that's enough!"

While talking, Ji Yue couldn't move her eyes from the jar containing vinegar and garlic.

"A Xue, why don't we share a piece of garlic?" Ji Xue showed a smile that wanted to eat garlic.

"garlic?"

"My grandma said that a piece of garlic a day can sterilize and cleanse the intestines." Ji Yue was already ready to move, "Do you eat garlic? The garlic my grandma made has a strong taste."

"Eat." Ji Xue was overwhelmed by all kinds of pickles from Ji Yue's family.

Ji Yue unscrewed the jar, and used chopsticks to fish out a piece of garlic that had been deeply stained with vinegar.

In an instant, the whole room was filled with the smell of garlic.

Ji Yue began to skillfully peel the garlic, handed half of it to Ji Yue, and then put a whole clove of peeled garlic into her mouth.

Bite down.

Spicy, spicy, sour, punchy.

Cool!

"Ah." Sitting on the chair, Ji Yue sighed.

Following Ji Yue's example, Ji Xue also put a clove of garlic into her mouth, and bit down, but her garlic eating level was not as high as Ji Yue's, and she almost choked tears from the pungent taste of the rampant garlic in her mouth.

But soon Ji Xue got used to it, indulging in the sea of ​​vinegar and garlic.

"Ah." Sitting on the chair, Ji Xue sighed in the same way.

When Jiang Feng pushed open the door again, he saw two garlic sitting beside the dining table.

"Are you eating garlic?" Jiang Feng was shocked. What kind of nighttime activity was this? It was like a cult meeting.

"Would you like two petals?" Ji Yue sent out an invitation.

Jiang Feng looked at the attractive vinegar and garlic on the dining table, and his heart was moved.

A few seconds later, a new garlic appeared on the chair.

Jiang Feng, who was obsessed with eating garlic, didn't want to deliver pickles for the time being, so he decided to let Uncle Wu and Third Grandpa wait for a while. He just wanted to sit on a chair and be a garlic quietly, and chat with the other two garlics by the way.

"Ji Yue, is the skill of pickling in your family inherited from the ancestors or did your mother learn it by herself, or did your grandma teach it to your mother?" Jiang Feng asked curiously.

Pickling skills are usually given by mothers to their daughters. For example, Comrade Wang Xiulian's pickling skills were taught by Jiang Feng's grandmother.

"There are two kinds of pickles made by my mother and pickles made by my grandma. The pickles made by my mother are from my grandmother's side, and the pickles made by my grandma are from my hometown. Pickled vegetables are famous, I remember when I was young, when I went to my grandmother's house, there were pickled vegetable workshops everywhere, and my two uncles used to be in the pickled vegetable business." Ji Yue said, remembering what happened when he was a child, he was still a little happy, "I remember when my grandmother was still making pickles when I was a child, they made tens or hundreds of jars of pickled vegetables. They were eaten by the family first, and then sold when they couldn't finish."

Jiang Feng: ...

You also said that your house didn't sell pickles in the first place.

"What happened next?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Later, my grandmother stopped doing it when she got old, and my uncles stopped doing the pickle business and changed to doing clothing wholesale with my dad. But I remember my mother told me that it wasn't my two Uncle doesn’t want to start the pickle business, mainly because the pickle business is hard to do later.” Ji Yue squinted her eyes, “Although the pickles at my house are very famous, they are all made in small workshops or at home, nothing special How can the competitiveness of large factories and small workshops compared to those produced by assembly lines in large factories? Besides, the things made in small workshops really make people feel uneasy. How long did my two uncles persist? I couldn't hold on in Nian, so I simply changed my career and went to the clothing business with my dad."

"What about now?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Now? My dad almost went bankrupt last year, and my two uncles were about the same. My eldest aunt divorced my uncle directly, and now the three of them are running business outside. My second aunt should be making pickles with my mother Well, she also likes to make pickles. It is said, it’s just that, last year my second uncle’s family was in a worse situation than mine. My second uncle sold the house directly, and they relied on my second aunt to sell pickles for their rent. You earn from vegetables." Ji Yue said.

"How many pickled vegetables did your family pickle?" Jiang Feng was shocked.

"I don't know how many pickles my second aunt made, but after my mother heard about my second aunt selling pickled vegetables, she was prepared for danger in times of peace, for fear that my father would go bankrupt and sell the house after going out for business. So I deliberately Made a whole bunch of pickles and learned all kinds of jams and pickles just in case."

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

"I'm not bragging for you. When my dad's clothing wholesale business was the largest, half of the whole province's clothing wholesale had to go through his hands. But whoever is in the clothing industry in our province has never eaten my mother's food?" Pickled vegetables. Every winter, my house is crowded with people, it's like a pickled vegetable wholesale market." Ji Yue said.

Jiang Feng: ...

"Then how is your dad's business now?" Ji Xue asked curiously.

"I don't know, it should be okay. If it's not good, my mother and my second aunt should go out to sell pickles together now." Ji Yue said.

"Then what should you do with all the pickles that your mother made before?" Ji Xue asked soulfully.

"I don't know, it should be a gift, and my mother didn't tell me." Ji Yue was thoughtful.

Jiang Feng's eyes lit up, and he thought about it.

"How about... How about discussing with your mother about selling pickled vegetables to us at Taifeng Building?" Jiang Feng smiled like a capitalist.

"ha?"

"Ji Xue, in all fairness, is the pickled vegetable fried rice we ate tonight enough to be on the menu?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Enough." Ji Xue affirmed, "It's much more delicious than the poorly sold Yangzhou fried rice in our store."

"That's right, our store also has some supply channels, and delivery is definitely not a problem. Whether your pickled vegetables are used for fried rice, fried bamboo shoots, fried meat, or directly as a side dish for separate delivery, they are all very good!" Jiang Feng said Clap your hands, "How is it? You go to discuss with your mother, I will discuss with my mother, and we will have the result tomorrow."

Ji Yue:? ? ?

My mother's career is about to rejuvenate?

Is my family destined to sell pickled vegetables?