Life is a Game

In the private room, all the dishes except Jiang Feng's shredded yam were served.

Because this was originally a meal for Jiang Shoucheng to cook alone, and Jiang Zaide was there to eat, so there were not many dishes, only grilled elbows, fish heads with chopped peppers, fried rice with sea, land and air pickles, mapo tofu, Chrysanthemum fish, two small pots of porridge and shredded yam still in the pot.

The portion of each dish is not too much. When the old man chose the elbow, he deliberately chose a small one. After what happened this afternoon, Mr. Jiang suddenly realized that among his four grandsons, only Jiang Feng, who has always weighed less than 200 catties, and Jiang Ran, who has recently lost a lot of weight because of his studies, have girlfriends. The remaining two may really be I couldn't find a girlfriend because I was too fat.

Today's young people only think about eating every day, and they don't work or go to work, they just sit and don't exercise. These two unsatisfactory grandsons don't have much talent in cooking, so they can't be like Jiang Feng and Jiang Jiankang, shaking spoons in the kitchen every day. Both Jiang Zaide and Jiang Shoucheng are puffy and fat, and they are completely incomparable to their strong fathers. The fat and fat all over their bodies will probably float up if they fall into the river. It will indeed affect the future of finding a wife.

In the heart of the old man, these two grandsons are not up to date, but they can't be so up to date that they can't even marry their wives.

The old man was even thinking about how to remind his eldest daughter-in-law to let her and the second daughter-in-law pay attention to his son's fat.

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Jiang Zaide and Jiang Shoucheng knew that Ji Xue and Ji Xia would probably come up to eat with them, so they sat in the private room and waited reservedly for a while. They just divided the elbows on the table with their eyes and simple words. Who occupies which position, the atmosphere is very harmonious.

Ji Xue led Ji Xia upstairs, walked into the box, nodded and smiled at Jiang Zaide and Jiang Shoucheng, and found a seat to sit down.

In fact, Ji Xue had only met Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Zaide face to face, and it was the first time she spoke to them at the train station this afternoon. The relationship was very unfamiliar, and she only had a little impression of their faces and figures.

Ji Xue glanced at Jiang Shoucheng, she roughly remembered that Jiang Shoucheng should be Jiang Feng's cousin who worked in the hospital, and she seemed to have lost a lot of weight. Ji Xue remembered that the two brothers looked about the same size when the old man Jiang Weiming celebrated his birthday last time, but now Jiang Shoucheng is obviously much thinner than Jiang Zaide, and the clothes he is wearing don't seem to fit well, a little fat.

"Since everyone is here, let's eat first, otherwise the dishes will be cold, my little brother and the others should come up later, you are eating in shifts, so let's eat first." Jiang Shoucheng picked up the chopsticks and pointed to the food in front of him. elbow.

Not to be outdone, Jiang Zaide also stretched his chopsticks towards the parts he directly valued.

Ji Xia:? ? ?

Ji Xia, who had lowered his head and hunched his back in silence since he sat at the dinner table, raised his head now, and counted the dishes on the table in disbelief.

All the people?

4 people eat 7 dishes and there are so many staples?

Could it be... can all the people of Peking eat like this?

Living in towns and villages for a long time, no mobile phone, no TV at home, no friends, and little contact with the outside world. It seems that Ji Xia lives in the mountains. I live and work in a garment factory, and I am afraid of revealing my information. The communication with others is basically zero, and my life has always been very closed.

Seeing Ji Xia staring at the eight-treasure porridge on the table in a daze, Ji Xue thought she wanted to drink porridge. In order to take her home and beat up the broken sisterhood before repairing it, Ji Xue took the initiative to help her scoop the porridge with a bowl.

Ji Xia actually doesn't want to drink porridge at all, she wants to eat meat.

She has no money to eat meat at school, and she doesn't have much chance to eat meat at home. She can only eat meat when she goes to her grandmother's house during the holidays.

Even during the three months when she ran away from home, she was reluctant to spend the salary she got and secretly hid it by herself. There is not much meat in the meals of the clothing factory where the food is included, and even if there is, it is just some leftovers and fried meat that is unpalatable. It is completely different from the meat on the table that is full of oil, water, color, smell, and meat. Two kinds of meat.

Even if it was porridge, she didn't want to drink eight-treasure porridge. She wanted to drink the preserved egg and lean meat porridge next to it where the meat could be seen on the surface.

But since the relationship between her and Ji Xue is a broken sister relationship, Ji Xia didn't speak, and lowered his head, as if he had acquiesced.

Ji Xia picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of eight-treasure porridge, brought it to his mouth, and glanced unwillingly at the big fish and meat on the table.

She knew very well that she was the one who came here to eat and drink, so she resisted the desire to pick up chopsticks, and wrapped up a whole spoonful of eight-treasure porridge in one gulp.

Sweet.

Still very waxy.

slippery.

It is much more delicious than the canned eight-treasure porridge that Sister Pingping bought her in the supermarket during the Chinese New Year.

tasty.

One bite, two bites.

One scoop, two scoops.

Ji Xia had never had such delicious eight-treasure porridge, and never thought that there could be porridge that was more delicious than meat and snacks in this world.

It is even more delicious than the chicken stewed by grandma during the Chinese New Year.

As he ate, Ji Xia was no longer satisfied with slowly scooping up the porridge with a spoon, it was really inefficient to drink porridge like this. Ji Xia put down the spoon, picked up the small bowl, and gulped down the eight-treasure porridge.

It's just that compared with Ji Xia's gobbling, Jiang Shoucheng's eating at the same table, who hasn't tasted meat for half a month, or even the taste of sour potato shreds, is absolutely extremely gentle.

Ji Xue, who paid close attention to Ji Xia's actions while eating, saw that she had already started to drink porridge from a bowl, and thought of Ji Xia's childhood love of sugar, and even had to hold a sugar in her mouth when she was sleeping. Before elementary school, she already had three cavities in her mouth. When she was pulling out her teeth, she cried and cried, and Ji Xue felt that it must be the eight-treasure porridge that Ji Xia loves and Jiang Feng.

After Ji Xia finished a bowl of eight-treasure porridge, Ji Xue picked up Ji Xia's bowl and scooped another bowl of eight-treasure porridge.

Ji Xia hates it.

It is true that this is indeed the best porridge she has ever had, and it is also the first time that she feels that there is actually a porridge that tastes better than meat in this world, but she really wants to eat meat.

Especially in such a scene where the table was full of meat, and all kinds of tangy meat smells burrowed into her nose, she really wanted to eat meat.

The oil on the plate was thick, the sauce was thick, and most of it had been divided, the skin and flesh were all open, and the elbows that were clearly placed on the plate and beckoning to Ji Xia were delicious.

There is also the red plate, exuding a spicy taste, even the fish soup at the bottom is red, and most of it is also divided into half, the snow-white fish meat is still steaming on the plate, and there is no need to look at it. I knew it must be delicious.

Not to mention the plate of chrysanthemum fish in the middle, although Ji Xia doesn't seem to be able to tell what kind of meat this dish is, but this dish fried until golden and covered with sauce is the best in a sense. Attracting Ji Xia.

All children love to eat fried chicken, and Ji Xia is just a 16-year-old underage child. Although she has never eaten fried food other than the croquettes made by her grandmother during Chinese New Year, this natural Hobbies cannot be changed.

It was Sang Ming who set the plate for the chrysanthemum fish. Although he didn't know what his thinking was in arranging the plate this time, it was definitely not the fish's thinking. Not to mention Ji Xia, even Ji Xue, if she didn't know the name of this dish is chrysanthemum fish, she wouldn't be able to tell that it was actually fish with Sang Ming's wonderful presentation style.

Ji Xue brought the second bowl of eight-treasure porridge to Ji Xia.

Looking at the eight-treasure porridge in front of him, Ji Xia lowered his head.

"If you like it, drink two more bowls." Ji Xue said with concern, trying to repair the broken relationship between sisters.

Ji Xia's scars from being smoked with bamboo by Ji Xue and Ji Xue's mother when she was in a hurry have not dissipated. Ji Xue is the kind who regrets after smoking, and doesn't know how to speak, so she can only speculate like this along the way. Ji Xia's thoughts, and then do some things to try to restore the relationship between the sisters.

Ji Xia picked up the bowl and started to drink porridge.

Her sister doesn't understand her at all, she never did!

She wants to eat meat.