Life is a Game

With Jiang Hengzhong's physical condition, it is impossible to walk to Taifeng Building like Jiang Chengde, so when Jiang Chengde led him for a few minutes, Jiang Hengzhong's walking speed began to slow down significantly, and even stumbled, Jiang Chengde stopped Called him a rickshaw.

He only ordered food for Jiang Hengzhong, but Jiang Chengde didn't want to go with him, so he paid the money in advance and asked the rickshaw driver to drag Jiang Hengzhong away, and then walked back slowly.

Jiang Hengzhong is as thin as a stick and the producer is undoubtedly lighter than most women. The rickshaw driver has always done physical work. He is strong and wears a short shirt and lays sweating in the sun. He drags the car and runs like flying. There was no one to be seen.

Jiang Chengde didn't immediately walk towards Taifeng Tower. He just stood there and watched the rickshaw quietly until it disappeared. His clenched fists gradually loosened and turned into a long sigh.

Jiang Feng stood beside him and looked at him. Now Jiang Chengde is the same age as Jiang Feng, but has a wife, child and young sister to support, and even bears unimaginable debts for ordinary people. He has a stability that ordinary teenagers do not have. It also lost the impulse that ordinary teenagers should have.

Jiang Chengde walked back slowly along the original road, and when he took him to the gate of Taifeng Building, the sky began to darken. It was getting dark late in summer, and Jiang Feng reckoned that it should be past 7 o'clock. Although the sky was still bright, it was obviously not as bright as before. There were also some customers having dinner in the small restaurants along the road.

There were a few carriages parked at the entrance of Taifeng Building, and many people were standing there. The door was open. The guy at noon stood at the door and pointed at the others and said something loudly.

Jiang Hengzhong is not here.

Seeing Jiang Chengde coming, the man hurried up to greet him, and said, "Master Jiang is here, our boss is talking to your father on the second floor, do you need me to go up and talk to our boss. Be careful, this bottle is Don’t you know when it was passed down? If you pass it to you, be careful, and you will be in vain this year!”

The buddy's ability to change his face is somewhat true to Mr. Lu.

"Thank you." Jiang Chengde said, standing sideways by the door so as not to block the way of the people who moved things.

Jiang Chengde saw that they were moving fragile items such as porcelain vases, so he asked casually: "Didn't you say that the porcelain vases will be left for the third batch? Why are you starting to clean them up now?"

The shopkeeper immediately showed a look of complacency, and showed off with Jiang Chengde: "Or why do everyone say that our shopkeeper is capable! Shopkeeper Lu got half of the train carriage for goods this afternoon, and it is not much faster to transport by train than a caravan So the shopkeeper said that the precious things will be shipped over first, and this plaque will also be the first batch to be shipped over. You wait, I will go up to you and call our shopkeeper. The plaque has been removed."

After talking, the man ran upstairs, Jiang Chengde stayed below, Jiang Feng quickly followed, and when the man stopped outside and knocked on the door, Jiang Feng went straight through the wall and entered the room.

Mr. Lu and Jiang Hengzhong were sitting inside talking, and there were two cups of tea on the table, the one in front of Jiang Hengzhong was only half left, and the one in front of Mr. Lu did not move at all.

"Shopkeeper, Master Jiang is here." The man shouted from outside.

"Understood, I still have something to do here, you go down and let Bo He sit down and serve him a pot of good tea." Mr. Lu said.

"Okay." The man left.

"Since both Bo and He are here, I'll make a long story short." Mr. Lu looked at Jiang Hengzhong with a faint smile, "I'm a businessman, and I'll do things that are profitable. Yeah, but I'm not a philanthropist either, and I never support the idle and the useless."

Jiang Hengzhong was very sober at this time. He had known Mr. Lu for many years and knew that he was a person with no benefits, and he also knew that Mr. Lu wanted to get something from him, but he didn't understand what else in him could make people miss.

debt? All the debts he owed were owed to Mr. Lu.

Seeing Jiang Hengzhong's expression, Mr. Lu knew that he understood. He picked up the tea, and put it down when he found that the tea was already cold.

"I don't know if Bohe told you about my plan to move Taifeng Building to Beiping."

"said."

"Beiping is not outside the Guan. The ancestors of your Jiang family were imperial cooks. They came out of Beiping. When we arrived outside the Guan, they were one of the best craftsmen. But there are high-ranking officials and dignitaries everywhere in the city of Beiping. Not to mention that the ancestors were imperial cooks, even the master was an imperial cook." Quite a few. Bohe's cooking skills are good, but he hasn't learned anything really good. If I remember correctly, you know how to cook the dish that the commander-in-chief himself praised, right?" Mr. Lu looked at Jiang Hengzhong.

"Just for this dish?"

Mr. Lu suddenly laughed: "Jingxuan, you have really ruined your brain by smoking big cigarettes in the opium hall these years. You know that today is different. A famous restaurant in Beiping City makes a profit of tens of dollars a day. Kuai Dayang, do you remember how much Dayang you sold Taifeng Mansion to me a year ago? You and I have known each other for so many years, and I know that if I let you teach the unique skills of your Jiang family to others You must be unwilling, last year Boss Qian offered such a high price, you didn’t sell your Jiangjia cuisine as a recipe. I just asked you to teach it to your son, so it’s not hard for you, is it?”

"I'm Bo He's elder, so I naturally want to take care of him. Jingxuan, as Bo He's father, you don't want him to become like you, a useless person who is worthless and just waiting for death." fate."

"You have been used to nonsense all these years, and Bo He has been following you to clean up the mess for you. After all, you are also his biological father. You have to leave something for him to keep him safe, don't you?"

Mr. Lu's indifferent words pierced Jiang Hengzhong like a sharp arrow, peeling away all the false protective layers he had used to comfort himself over the years, revealing the bloody truth.

"If you want me to say that you are really lucky to have a filial and good son. You have done so many ridiculous bastard things and you are still willing to support you. No matter what you do, someone will clean up the mess for you. I can't say enough At this point, Bohe is still waiting below, and it's almost time to remove the plaque, let's go down and have a look." Mr. Lu got up and opened the door.

"Is there any food?" Jiang Hengzhong asked.

"Yes, everything you need is prepared in the kitchen." Mr. Lu smiled very kindly, "Look, isn't this a loving father?"

Mr. Lu went downstairs first, ignoring Jiang Hengzhong who was behind him. Jiang Chengde was sitting at the entrance of the hall. Mr. Lu greeted him with a smile when he saw him.

"Bohe kept you waiting for a long time, and I haven't seen your father for some time, old friends can't help but talk a little more." Mr. Lu said, "I think his spirit is much better than before. , it seems that quitting smoking is still effective.”

Jiang Chengde could only nod in agreement.

"Jingxuan was still telling me just now that he felt that his health has improved a lot recently, and he wanted to teach you some dishes that you haven't learned yet. Bohe, the prodigal son is not exchanged for money. After all, he is your father. I'm a little confused, but my heart is still toward you, don't conflict with him later." Mr. Lu said earnestly.

Jiang Chengde looked upstairs, Jiang Hengzhong was walking down slowly, looking a little lost.

When all the people come, it's time to take off the plaque.

There was no solemn ceremony, just a ladder for people to climb up to take off the plaque that had been hanging on this building for decades, transport it away, and send it to a new place.

Everyone was silent.

Something in Jiang Hengzhong's heart was shattered.

He couldn't remember exactly when he got infected with opium cream. Anyway, everyone smokes, so it's not unusual for him to smoke.

In the past few years, he also regretted it, but it was only a regret. When he became addicted to smoking, he forgot everything.

Forget the death of the father, forget the death of the wife, forget the hatred of the son.

But now seeing the plaque being removed from his face, he truly regretted it.

Taifeng Building used to be the glory of the Jiang family.

Now this glory does not belong to the Jiang family.

He, an unworthy son, ruined this glory with his own hands.

His cooking skills were taught by his father, and Jiang Chengde's cooking skills were taught by him, but he is not a good father or even worthy of being a father. He only cared about his own happiness and did not care about the life and death of his family.

So all his family members died, leaving only his son, grandson and young daughter.

Jiang Hengzhong cried.

For no reason, he suddenly knelt down on the ground and began to cry, weeping like rain, in a state of embarrassment, looking like a lunatic from a distance.

Suddenly, Jiang Hengzhong stood up again, stopped crying, took Jiang Chengde's hand and said, "Bohe, I'll make you a dish."

Such a reaction is really no different from that of a lunatic.

Jiang Chengde looked at him without expression, as if looking at a stranger.

Jiang Hengzhong grabbed Jiang Chengde's hand, his fingers were white and thin, and he dragged him into Taifeng Building.

"Whether it's true or not, Master Jiang's father is really a lunatic." Someone whispered.