Life is a Game

At 8:57 a.m. on September 10th, Jiang Feng was wearing a chicken nest head, unkempt, and in a trance, dragging his suitcase out of the train station as if walking on clouds.

Wu Minqi, who was picking up the person at the exit, hesitated for several seconds before daring to recognize him.

"Fengfeng, didn't you buy a soft sleeper? How did it become like this?" Wu Minqi asked.

Jiang Feng sighed: "Good fortune tricks people!"

This time, when he first got into the car, everything was fine, there were no footprints on the sheets, and he was the only one in that box, and it looked like a good place to sleep peacefully. At that time, Jiang Feng was a little lucky. He felt that he had exclusively occupied a box with one ticket, and rounded it up, it was a transfer of 100 million.

As a result, the other three people in the box at the next stop got on the train. A couple with two children, the older one looks seven or eight years old, and the younger one is still in their arms. Since it was already 12 o'clock when the family got on the bus, everyone went to sleep as soon as they got on the bus and it was all right.

Until two o'clock in the morning, Jiang Feng was awakened by the crying of the child.

I don’t know if it’s because the soft sleeper bed is uncomfortable or because the mother’s embrace is not warm enough. Seeing the child who is not loud but has a loud voice will cry every few minutes to show his sense of existence. In the closed box Li Jiangfeng was stunned to recognize the feeling of 3D Blu-ray stereo surround sound from this simple crying.

If the sound of grinding teeth before can be described by the verses in Su Shi's "Ode to the Red Cliff", Jiang Feng can only use the sound of the continuous crying last night, one after another, ups and downs, and endless cries in the recently broadcast Japanese drama "oh my Julia aaaaa~" to describe.

"There's a kid in the box. He didn't seem to get used to it last night." Jiang Feng summed up everything he had experienced in sixteen words.

Wu Minqi understood in seconds: "Then do you want to go back to sleep in the morning?"

"No need." Jiang Feng said, "I'll just go back and take a shower and change clothes. Aren't there still guests who want to eat the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon at noon today? What's going on with Ji Xue, any news?"

Wu Minqi and Jiang Feng entered the subway station together, and said as they walked, "I haven't found the person, but I found the ticket purchase record of the ID card. He should be in FZ now. I guess I don't want to stay in this province for fear of running into acquaintances. I don't have much money and I can't run far." , so I went to a neighboring province. Ji Xue called yesterday and said that the police are investigating and monitoring, and they should be able to find them in the next two days. Ah Yue also called Sun Jikai. Isn’t he in FZ? He should be able to help. "

"That's good, as long as you can find it." Jiang Feng nodded, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"No, I went out this morning after finishing my meeting." Wu Minqi hinted strongly.

Jiang Feng understood: "I'll give you stretched noodles when I go back. Master Huang also praised me yesterday for my special talent for stretched noodles. He wanted to keep me in city A and let me learn stretched noodles with him."

Wu Minqi smiled cooperatively, thinking that Jiang Feng was bragging. She still remembered clearly what the noodles Jiang Feng made at Chenfeng Elementary School before. It was absolutely impossible to learn how to stretch noodles in just a few days.

It was almost ten o'clock when Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi returned home. Jiang Feng took a quick shower, changed into clean clothes, and went to the kitchen to prepare noodles.

He was familiar with all the steps, and Wu Minqi met with him. Wu Minqi seldom dealt with noodles except for copying hands on weekdays. His level of meeting noodles was average, not as good as Jiang Feng who had been taught by Jiang Jianguo and Master Huang.

"Qiqi, you need to use cold water for kneading noodles in summer, but the central air conditioner in our house has constant temperature and humidity. You'd better use warm water when kneading noodles." Jiang Feng reminded, took off a small ball of noodles, and began to prepare for walking.

Walking the noodles is the most entertaining scene in the stretched noodles. If it is a performative stretched noodles, the master can walk the dough out of the flowers. It was the first time that Jiang Feng was a little nervous when making noodles in front of Wu Minqi, and his movements were a little stiff, but Jiang Feng's talent in Bai An was there after all, and he quickly got used to it.

Jiang Feng stretched his arms flat, stretching and shaking, and the dough stretched downwards like flowing water flying down a waterfall. When the strips were almost close to the ground, Jiang Feng crossed his wrists again and exerted force, and the dough intertwined like twists Being together, Wu Minqi was taken aback by such a cyclical appearance.

Jiang Feng was taking a walk, and the doorbell rang, and they could hear Jiang Jianguo's loud voice outside the kitchen: "Xiaofeng, Qiqi, are you home?"

Wu Minqi went to open the door for Jiang Jianguo, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw two bowls of bone soup noodles in Jiang Jianguo's hands.

"Xiaofeng's mother called me half an hour ago, saying that you went to the station to pick up Xiaofeng without eating in the morning, and asked me to cook a bowl of noodles for you so you don't starve. I thought that Xiaofeng's child probably didn't eat, I cooked two bowls, and the noodles are stretched first, so eat them while they are hot!" Jiang Jianguo said cheerfully, and started to walk in. When he saw Jiang Feng rolling the noodles in the kitchen, he couldn't help sighing, "Yo, Xiaofeng knows how to walk now. this……"

Jiang Jianguo suddenly stopped talking, and stood there with two bowls of noodles watching Jiang Feng walk.

The purpose of walking is to make the noodles smooth, soft, and resilient. Smooth movement is one aspect, and good grasp is another aspect. If the speed is not well grasped, excessive walking will make the thickness of the noodles uneven, which is counterproductive.

Jiang Feng also noticed that Jiang Jianguo was coming, and he was not used to seeing him standing there with two bowls of noodles staring at him, so he could only smile at Jiang Jianguo and greet him, "Uncle, what are you doing standing, sit down. "

"Oh, oh." Jiang Jianguo came back to put the noodles on the table, and continued to stare at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng took another walk and felt that the dough was almost ready, so he put the already well-proportioned strips on the kitchen counter, sprinkled some flour, and began to knead the noodles.

In terms of walks, Jiang Feng's level is already good, not very good, but he can't find any mistakes. But the stretched noodles, which really tested the level, were not enough. After Jiang Feng stretched them six times in front of him, most of the noodles were broken, and the thickness was still fairly uniform. There should be no problem eating them, except that the noodles were a little thicker.

It wasn't until Jiang Feng finished stretching the noodles that he realized that Jiang Jianguo was serving bone soup noodles.

Just now, he was so focused on the dough in front of him that he didn't pay attention to what Jiang Jianguo said.

"Oh, uncle, I didn't expect you to make noodles too. I..." Jiang Feng felt that his noodle stretching skills were really out of reach in front of Jiang Jianguo.

"It's okay, Uncle just didn't have enough food just now, you guys eat the noodles first, I'll cook the dough and eat whatever you want." Jiang Jianguo stared at Jiang Feng's half-broken noodles, got up and took it from Jiang Feng's hand The noodles are ready to be cooked.

Wu Minqi who couldn't eat the first stretched noodles made by Jiang Feng:? ? ?

Jiang Feng, who thought his uncle was a bit weird:? ? ?

The two looked at each other, wondering what kind of medicine Jiang Jianguo was selling in the gourd, and they happened to be hungry too. Jiang Jianguo's noodle-making skills have always been the best among Jiang's uncles. Bone soup noodles already smell delicious, and now it's getting late. They have to go to work in Taifeng Building after eating noodles, so they just sat down and ate noodles .

In the kitchen, Jiang Jianguo held the noodles that Jiang Feng had just stretched out in his hands, and looked at them carefully, not letting go of each one, the thickness, smoothness, fracture, and looking at it, Jiang Jianguo Jianguo's eyes were moist.

Jiang Jianguo knew the level of Jiang Feng's white case. Jiang Jianguo knew it best. After all, he taught Jiang Feng even making noodles. Therefore, Jiang Jianguo has the deepest understanding of Jiang Feng's level of noodles these days and how much progress he has made.

If he remembered correctly, when Jiang Feng asked him for advice last week, the walk was still not smooth, and he hadn't gotten in at all. It's only been a few days, and not only did he get in, but the walk still looked good.

On weekdays, Xiaofeng has to work normally in Taifeng Building during the day, and practice sea cucumber dishes under the noses of the two old men. Only at night can she spare time to practice white cases, and she has no time to practice back to school these days. Under such difficult conditions, he can still...

He can!

Jiang Jianguo's hands were already shaking with excitement.

In his opinion, Nangying Yingxue is nothing compared to his nephew who chisels the wall to steal the light!

Xiaofeng's real home should be a white case chef!

In just a few minutes, Jiang Jianguo thought of a lot.

He thought of Jiang Feng's fried fish a few years ago, the eight-treasure porridge and preserved egg and lean meat porridge that Jiang Feng cooked, and even the pickled vegetable dumpling that Jiang Feng made.

Yes, that's right, Xiaofeng's real talent is in the white case, forcing him to become a red case chef is a waste of his talent!

When Jiang Feng quickly finished a bowl of bone soup noodles and walked into the kitchen with the bowl to wash the dishes, he saw Jiang Jianguo holding the noodles in a daze, not intending to cook the noodles at all.

"Uncle?" Jiang Feng asked tentatively.

Jiang Jianguo came back to his senses, and when he saw Jiang Feng, his face was excited, and he was as vicious as Master Huang before: "Xiao Feng, tell Uncle, do you like the white case?"

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

"If you like bai an, tell uncle. You dare not tell grandpa. Uncle go tell grandpa and let your grandpa teach you bai an. Tell uncle, is it bai an that you want to learn?"

Jiang Feng: ...

Uncle, calm down.

You have gotten used to being beaten by the old man since you were young, and I can't bear it.

"It's... not bad. I like both red and white cases. Grandpa and Third Grandfather also learned both red and white cases? It's just that the red cases are the main ones. I think it's pretty good." Jiang Feng road.

"Hey." Jiang Jianguo sighed bitterly, "What a waste of such a good talent."

Jiang Feng: ...

Is my red case talent so bad in your opinion? ? ?

"Uncle, Qiqi and I will go to the store first, and remember to close the door when you leave." Jiang Feng decided that walking is the best strategy.

On the way to Taifeng Tower, Jiang Feng still decided to be a little strange. Whether it was Master Huang or Jiang Jianguo, they suddenly encouraged him to specialize in white cases these two days. Could it be that his usual performance in red cases is so hopeless? ?

"Qiqi, what do you think of my talent in the red case?" Jiang Feng asked.

"It's pretty good." Wu Minqi said, "Apart from Zhang Guanghang, the only person I know is you."

Jiang Feng nodded, and accepted the flattery unceremoniously.

That's how talented he is at the white case.

Hey, it's too genius, sometimes it's also a burden.