Life is a Game

In the next few days, Jiang Feng seemed to have returned to the time when he was frantically practicing the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon. The smell of pigeons and sea cucumbers is intertwined on the body, even if you go to the dressing room to change clothes, the smell is hard to dissipate. People in the back kitchen jokingly call it the walking stewed pigeon with sea cucumbers.

Probably because Jiang Feng had killed too many pigeons these days, Jiang Jiankang, who was obsessed with studying fried rice, suddenly had an idea and planned to develop fried rice with pickled vegetables and pigeons.

The result is naturally self-evident, and its lethality is comparable to that of the stargazers in the UK.

Comrade Wang Xiulian, the first dish tester, commented on it: "Jiang Jiankang, your brain has collapsed, you fried rice with pigeon meat, why don't you fry rice with sea cucumber?"

Then Jiang Feng felt that Jiang Jiankang still had weird eyes.

Jiang Feng said that his father was hopeless, he would either be beaten to death by Comrade Wang Xiulian, or by the two old men.

People are inherently mortal, either in single fights or in gang fights.

On the night of September 5th, Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi parted ways at the train station.

"Qiqi, I woke up this morning and made the noodles. If you want to use it to make noodles or other things, you have to make it tonight. Don't leave it overnight. If you don't want to use it, you can take it to my uncle. , my uncle will use it to make noodles." Jiang Feng reminded.

"Well, I see, be careful on the road, and send me a message when you arrive." Wu Minqi waved to Jiang Feng, watching him check the ticket and enter the station.

The two-point-one-line life between home and Taifeng Building every day is too boring and boring. Chef Jiang Feng of the red case occasionally wants to rebel and practice the white case to relax and change his mood.

Now his kneading skills are quite good, fully able to meet the Sanguang standard required by Jiang Jianguo. Jiang Feng planned to find some time to grind Jiang Jianguo again after he came back, and let him teach him how to stretch noodles.

In this way, after the game update is completed, his noodle-pulling skills will probably be perfected, and the mere fried noodles will not be easy to grasp. Then wait until the season when crabs and oranges are on the market, and then practice stuffing oranges with crabs, and soon there will be a brand new set meal that belongs to Jiang Feng on the menu of Taifeng Building.

As for why crab stuffed oranges and noodles with fried sauce were sold as a set meal, Jiang Feng hadn't figured out the reason yet.

Jiang Feng entered the station relatively early, and there were about 40 minutes before the ticket check began. Since he didn't want to waste time sitting on the train, he bought a sleeper berth starting with k at night, and he could get there after a night's sleep.

During the boring time waiting for the bus in the waiting room, Jiang Feng started to chat with Wang Hao on wechat.

Jiang Feng: Haozi, have you arrived at the dormitory? Has the sanitation been cleaned?

Wang Hao: No, isn't Brother Feng waiting for you? When you come to the dormitory tomorrow, let's clean it together!

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

Wang Hao: [Picture]

Jiang Feng clicked on the picture and saw that it was a mess. The bricks on the ground were broken all over the place, and the bricks could be vaguely bulged in the places that were not broken. At a glance, it was clear that the bricks became like this because of water leakage and humidity. of.

Jiang Feng: Which dormitory, it's so unlucky, wouldn't it be a hassle to clean it up. [laughing and crying]

Wang Hao: Our dormitory, today I will go home first, and we will clean it together when Brother Feng comes over tomorrow.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

? ? ?

Jiang Feng silently put down his phone, thinking that he should buy a rolling pin before boarding the train.

Don't think that I can't see that the floor tiles in the picture are at the door. You must have smashed the floor tiles when you opened the door.

...

After a long night on the train, Jiang Feng was in a trance and exhausted. He dragged his suitcase and got off the train with a headache, and took the subway back to school.

As soon as he got in the car, he was lucky to find that there was a huge shoe print on the bed sheet belonging to him for some reason. After spending some time arching the bed sheet and preparing to sleep, Jiang Feng was pleasantly surprised to find that the person sleeping next to him The voice of the big brother is so loud that it is not an exaggeration to describe it as thunder. It took an hour to get used to the big brother's voice. Just as Jiang Feng was about to fall asleep, he heard the sound of grinding his teeth from the upper bunk.

Like complaining like admiration, like weeping like complaining, the lingering sound is endless, like a thread.

Jiang Feng opened his eyes until dawn.

Back in the dormitory, Jiang Feng saw a messy, dusty table. Wang Hao didn't take out the trash before leaving. There was a half cup of coffee on the table that had evaporated naturally. The most important thing was that the cup belonged to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng put down his luggage, stood at the door, thought calmly for a while, and went to the back door to buy a rolling pin.

After Wang Hao finished his breakfast at home, he slipped back to school happily. As soon as he opened the door of the dormitory, he saw his dear, respectful, dark-blue eyes, very blurred eyes, chicken nests on his head, like a murderer. He sat on the chair with the rolling pin and looked at him with a half-smile.

Wang Hao's legs went limp on the spot.

"Brother Feng, listen to my explanation, actually these..."

"A dog thief looks at the stick!"

Half an hour later, after wiping the table, washing the cups, and tidying up the tiles on the floor, he smiled brighter than the welcome lady in Taifeng Building, and stood beside Jiang Feng very dog-leggedly, while Jiang Feng was sitting and he was standing.

"Brother Feng, are you satisfied with my cleaning?"

Jiang Feng felt that Wang Hao didn't seem like someone who would give in because of a rolling pin. After all, the rolling pin he bought was much thinner than the one Wang Hao hid before.

"What do you want to say?" Jiang Feng looked wary.

"Do you love me?"

"If you don't love me, get out, I don't want to be gay!"

"Brother Feng, you have changed. You forgot your brothers after you got a wife. You are not like this. You really broke my heart." Wang Hao made a beauties holding hearts, with a contrived expression on his face.

"Why do you need brothers when you have wives?" Jiang Feng asked soulfully.

As soon as Wang Hao heard it made sense, he stopped acting, moved his chair and sat down, and took out a few papers from his dusty desk.

"Brother Feng, save the child!"

"Impersonating a child is against the law."

"Brother Feng, save Fatty!"

"In our family, people under 200 catties are not called fat."

Wang Hao: ...

It's really hard for me to talk about you being so loud.

Jiang Feng said that it was cool for a while, and it was cool all the time.

Jiang Feng took the papers from Wang Hao, looked at them, and found that they were all related to "Optical Information Processing".

"What is this? Yearbook? Just read this after you finish reading the book." Jiang Feng asked.

Wang Hao looked around with a mysterious face, and even knocked on Mimi's door and closed the curtains, like an underground party leader: "Make-up exam papers."

Jiang Feng was surprised, Wang Hao still had this ability, how many gifts did he have to send out this summer vacation.

"6 make-up exam papers?" Jiang Feng expressed his disbelief.

"There are gossip, but I think it is absolutely reliable. It is said that this year's make-up exam papers will draw 70% of the original questions from these 6 papers. So as long as I can get these 6 papers within these 10 days, I will definitely take the make-up exam. Can pass!" Wang Hao looked confident.

Jiang Feng returned the paper to Wang Hao: "Then you hurry up and write it. What are you doing for me? I don't want to make up the exam."

"That." Wang Hao smiled flatteringly, and rubbed his hands excitedly, "Brother Feng, am I not good at writing? I have to trouble you to write the paper for me, and write the steps in detail. Back it up."

Jiang Feng: ...

Really, big brother, why do you want to study science and engineering instead of studying literature?

"No." Jiang Feng refused on the spot.

"Father, save my son!" Wang Hao grabbed Jiang Feng's arm, crying hoarsely.

Jiang Feng: ...

To be honest, Wang Hao is the one he admires the most out of so many people he knows.

"I only write big questions."

"Thank you, Father!"

Jiang Feng never expected that the first thing he did when he returned to school was to help his roommate do the papers.

And it was made on a table that hadn't even been wiped clean.