Life is a Game

January 1, New Year's Day.

Jiang Feng got up early in the morning and originally planned to make a bowl of egg noodles for Wu Minqi and go out to the newsstand early to buy "Zhiwei" which was released today. Unexpectedly, Wu Minqi also got up and prepared to cook millet porridge for him.

The two met in the bathroom, and Wu Minqi was a little shocked when she saw Jiang Feng, because Jiang Feng didn't get up early, probably only once a month.

On Christmas Eve, Jiang Feng had already gotten up early, but Comrade Wang Xiulian called him up. There was an event in the store that day, and she wanted to catch a strong man but didn't want to pay overtime, so Jiang Feng, a cheap laborer, was caught as a strong man.

Grab one and get one free. On Christmas Eve, Wang Hao didn't have to go to work on the weekend, so Jiang Feng also caught Wang Hao and became a young man.

New Year's Day is a legal holiday, and Jiang Feng is going to call Wang Hao after 8 o'clock... No, I invite you to have two working meals at Taifeng Building with everyone.

After all, there will never be enough manpower on holidays, and Wang Hao himself is too happy to be a strong man, and he often volunteers to be a strong man.

Whenever he has no ideas and cannot write a copy, he will find a weekend to come to the box of Taifeng Building to be a box attendant for a whole day. Received praise from the leader for 3 days.

The current Wang Hao is no longer what it used to be, and he has become an excellent box attendant. Can skillfully and politely answer all kinds of strange questions from the guests, and pretend to be deaf and dumb when necessary.

I don't know why, Jiang Feng's friends seem to have the potential to be waiters, Jiang Feng thinks that next time he can try to invite Chen Xiuxiu to Beiping to have their staff meal at Taifeng Building.

Maybe you will find out what career is really suitable for you as you eat.

Jiang Feng was thinking wildly in his mind, Wu Minqi's skin care had come to an end and she was applying face cream.

"Fengfeng, you can come and wash your face." Wu Minqi turned sideways, indicating that Jiang Feng's sink was empty.

"Qiqi, I just remembered that there seems to be some Zhajiang noodles left over from yesterday in the refrigerator. Would you like me to make Zhajiang noodles for you this morning?" Jiang Feng asked.

Wu Minqi paused her cream-applied hands, and sighed imperceptibly.

Sure enough, Jiang Feng didn't realize that she had gained weight last month.

Although Jiang Feng didn't find out, Wu Minqi felt that she could no longer sit idly by.

Since falling in love with Jiang Feng, Wu Minqi's weight has been increasing in just over half a year. Sometimes it rises as a primary function, sometimes it rises as a quadratic function, and sometimes it rises as an exponential function. Wu Minqi's weight gain chart for the past six months can definitely be a very complicated compound function problem.

She didn't want to dip a bite of the high-carb staple food of fried noodles.

"Fengfeng, why don't we go out to eat." Wu Minqi suggested.

"Go out to eat?" Jiang Feng was taken aback.

There are two cooks in the family, one from Sichuan and one from Shandong, and now they want to go out for breakfast. This proposal sounds like...

Seems like a pretty good idea.

Jiang Feng remembered the rich and colorful breakfast he had when he was a normal college student in University A: pancakes, eggs, deep-fried dough sticks, siu mai, sesame balls, buns, soup noodles, fried noodles, wontons, fat cakes, all kinds of sauce pies and pies And porridge with various tastes that sometimes taste bad and sometimes taste good, as well as some food that he can't think of for a while, can be the same for half a month and still be good and cheap.

The most famous canteen in University A is the breakfast. The most famous breakfast is the white sugar cake, which is soft and firm, smooth to the touch and even smoother to eat, and you can taste some sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance when you taste it carefully.

It’s just that most of the students who ate white sugar hair cakes rushed to class after chewing their stomachs in two or three bites, and it was difficult to notice the delicateness of the canteen masters when making hair cakes.

Thinking of the white sugar cake in the cafeteria of freshman A, Jiang Feng felt that the idea of ​​going out for breakfast was really great.

Although the cakes sold by the newly opened breakfast shop downstairs are not as good as the ones in the canteen of freshman A, they are still pretty good cakes. He can go to the breakfast shop downstairs with Wu Minqi to buy two hair cakes, and then go to the breakfast shop next door to the breakfast shop where Grandma Jiang often eats coke rings and bean juice, and buy two pancakes and fruits. Taste Magazine.

Perfect!

Jiang Feng was very satisfied with his plan this morning.

"Qiqi, why don't we go downstairs to buy hair cakes this morning, and then go to the store next door to my grandma's to buy pancakes and fruits," Jiang Feng suggested.

"Pancake fruit?" Wu Minqi looked distressed, "I'll just eat hair cake."

Wu Minqi finished applying the face cream and was about to apply the barrier cream. Seeing that Jiang Feng had basically completed the 20-second teeth brushing technique, she suddenly remembered something: "By the way, is the breakfast shop that Grandma Jiang often goes to the one that sells bean juice?"

Jiang Feng was rinsing his mouth and couldn't speak, so he nodded.

"Then let's drink soybean juice. I haven't had soybean juice since I came to Peiping!" Wu Minqi suggested.

Jiang Feng swallowed the mouthwash.

As we all know, bean juice is a magical food produced by fermenting mung beans as raw materials after filtering starch and using the remaining residue.

Those who love it think it has a unique flavor, and those who don't think it is swill.

Jiang Feng thought for a while and said, "I'll go next door to buy pancakes."

The attitude of not wanting to drink soybean juice is very firm.

Wu Minqi nodded in agreement.

Even though she said she was going to drink bean juice and eat burnt rings, Wu Minqi was still very honest and bought a cake downstairs for emergencies, and kept this cake as her last escape route.

Wu Minqi had never been to that breakfast shop, so Jiang Feng led the way. Jiang Feng was always thinking about "Knowing the Taste" that was released today.

As long as Jiang Feng thinks that "Zhiwei" that he has been thinking about for several days is waiting for him to buy at the newsstand, but he has to eat pancakes first before pampering "Zhiwei", he will feel like a scumbag who wants to change his mind.

After much deliberation, Jiang Feng decided to take a detour to the newsstand to buy "Zhiwei" before eating pancakes.

Thanks to the rich and powerful boss Xu Cheng, even if the sales volume of "Zhiwei" is not high, it can be distributed nationwide. Especially in a metropolis like Beiping, you can buy "Zhiwei" as long as there are newsstands, and you can even buy "Zhiwei" that was not sold out in the past few years.

Jiang Feng heard that "Zhiwei" magazine had already lost money, so that bookstores and newsstand owners would get subsidies for buying goods. There were only 5 copies, and the first 5 copies not only did not require money, but the magazine would also give you money.

It is said that the reason for this miraculous behavior is that Xu Cheng wants "Zhiwei" magazine to spread in every city in China.

Jiang Feng, who is so poor, would not understand the boss's card.

So in general, newsstand owners don't mind putting five unsold magazines to collect dust in their newsstands.

Before Jiang Feng wanted to buy "Zhiwei" magazine to make up for it, he casually passed by a newsstand and tentatively asked the boss if he had "Zhiwei" magazine. The boss was very pleased to bring out all the unsold magazines in the past few years, which made Jiang Feng suspect that he was actually shopping in a second-hand bookstore.

Boss Xu Cheng's rich and willful behavior greatly facilitated Jiang Feng's buying of magazines.

"Qiqi, I remembered that there is a newsstand here, why don't we take a detour and buy "Zhiwei" before we go to buy pancakes, fruit and soybean juice?" Jiang Feng suggested because Wu Minqi didn't know the way.

"Okay." Wu Minqi had no objection.

Jiang Feng took Wu Minqi around for about 10 minutes, and finally came to the newsstand.

The owner of the newsstand is playing with his mobile phone boredly and still has a bun in his mouth, which is very inconsistent with the stereotyped image of the owner of the newsstand who is always reading newspapers.

"Do you want corn or grilled sausage?" The newsstand owner asked after seeing two young men, took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun in his mouth and put it into a bowl.

Jiang Feng: ...

It's really hard to do business now, look at what life has forced a newsstand owner into.

"Boss, do you have the newly released "Zhiwei"?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Yes, you wait." The boss lowered his head to take the book for Jiang Feng, and muttered: "It's really weird, usually this magazine can't be sold no matter what, but it just entered this morning and now it has sold three copies .”

"28 yuan, the code is on the right side and I went to scan it." The boss threw the "Zhi Wei" magazine in front of Jiang Feng.

The thick version of "Zhiwei" magazine is as thick as two ordinary travel magazines, and it is still full-color, and it only sells for 28 yuan.

It's nice to have money.

Jiang Feng felt that if he had money, he wouldn't have thought of playing like this.

Brand new magazine, the outer packaging has not been removed. The cover is exactly the same as the picture released by the magazine before, but Jiang Feng always feels that the paper magazine cover that can be touched by hand is more beautiful, more three-dimensional, and more realistic than the high-definition large picture seen with a mobile phone.

This is the real, authentic "Zhiwei" magazine.

The cover is also real, the real Taifeng Building.

The photographers of "Zhiwei" magazine have very good skills. They took pictures of the Taifeng Building, which has been renovated, and even the exterior has not been spared.

Traditional crafts always like to pay attention to seniority and prayers. The greater the background of the ancestors, the longer the handicraft has been handed down, the more popular it will be.

Just like Wu’s restaurant, people who don’t know the details may think it’s nothing to eat, but as long as someone tells you that this restaurant was passed down from the Song Dynasty. The diners will think, yo, it was handed down from the Song Dynasty, it is awesome, it has a sense of age, and it has a long history.

Even the dishes that I eat have the taste of Song Dynasty.

Besides, Taifeng Restaurant, because it is newly opened in many old restaurants in Beiping, seems to have a very young generation and a very young age, and it seems that it has no qualifications to rank seniority.

But as soon as Jiang Feng started bragging to others that this restaurant was passed down from their ancestors, it existed in the Qing Dynasty, and his ancestors were still imperial chefs, as evidenced by the signboard. The value of Taifenglou suddenly changed, and in an instant, he was called a brother and a brother with these old restaurants in Beiping.

Jiang Feng believed that Xu Cheng, who likes numbers so much, would add all the details of the history of Taifeng Tower that he told him, using a lot of adjectives in the article.

Jiang Feng couldn't wait to unpack the outer packaging and prepare to open the magazine.

Then Wu Minqi took the magazine away from his hand.

"Okay, don't look at it, it won't be a while, see you are in a hurry. Go and eat the food first, let's go." Wu Minqi signaled Jiang Feng to lead the way.

Jiang Feng could only stare at the magazine in Wu Minqi's hand but couldn't open it. This feeling was like Ji Xia could only stare at the carbonated drink in the freezer but couldn't drink it.

The ten-minute journey to the breakfast shop seemed extremely long and difficult.

It was still very early, even though Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi had been delayed a lot due to detours, it was only a little past seven when they arrived, and the people who were sitting and drinking bean juice and eating burnt circles were basically uncles and aunts, only one or two young people who got up early people.

There was no vacant table, so Wu Minqi went to share a table with an old man, and returned the magazine to Jiang Feng before going.

The business of pancakes and fruits was booming, and Jiang Feng visually estimated that there were about ten grandpas and aunts queuing up. When queuing up, Jiang Feng can read the articles about Taifeng Building in "Zhiwei" by the way, especially his own article, which needs to be read emphatically, and draw the key points for Ji Xia to repeat

Jiang Feng stood at the end of the line with the magazine in his hand. As soon as he opened the first page, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw an old woman reading the magazine in front of her, and she looked so much like his own grandmother from the back.

No, isn't Comrade Zhao Lanhua illiterate?

If Jiang Feng remembered correctly, his grandma would write one, two, three and his own name. This was something that the people in the literacy class above his grandma forced her to learn when she was a child.

Grandma Jiang told Jiang Feng many times that she was arrested and sent to learn to write by the literacy class when she was a child, which made Jiang Feng equate the literacy class with the prison for a long time.

"Grandma?" Jiang Feng called uncertainly.

Grandma Jiang turned around.

"Oh, it's Xiaofeng, that's great. Grandma just can't read, so come and help grandma read what was written in this magazine." Grandma Jiang was so delighted that she didn't even stand in line and stood at the end of the queue. That is behind Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

So what the hell are you looking at?

picture?

Jiang Feng took the magazine from Grandma Jiang and found that it was also "Zhiwei", and Grandma Jiang also proved that she could not read.

She found that article was from Jubaolou, and it seemed to be Sun Guanyun's new dish. Jiang Feng didn't look at the specifics, so he glanced at it, and soon turned to the directory to find related articles about Taifenglou.

Jiang Feng began to read the article at a glance.

"Grandma, which one do you want me to read for you?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Just miss our family." Grandma Jiang said cheerfully.

She had been looking at the pictures for a long time before Jiang Feng came. Fortunately, there were many pictures in "Zhi Wei", otherwise Grandma Jiang really wouldn't have much to see.

"Okay. As we all know, I am not a person who likes sweets. When I was young, I was brave enough to try. Now I am older, I usually stay away from sweets that are heavy in sugar. The silk yam is..." Jiang Feng just read the beginning, and was caught Grandma Jiang interrupted.

"That's not it. Isn't there a picture of Miss Wu in front? Read that article by Miss Wu. I've seen the pictures of your shredded yam and Li Hongzhang's chowder. I've eaten and eaten. There's nothing to read. I cry after I eat it. Your Li Hongzhang's chowder is really scary, just like Miss Wu." Grandma Jiang said.

Jiang Feng: ...

What's so scary, Li Hongzhang's mishmash also includes Li Mingyi and Jiang Huiqin's touching and wonderful stories that contain national hatred and family hatred. Grandma, don't you like watching this type of TV series the most?

Xu Cheng's writing style is very good, and he added a lot of things that Jiang Feng himself didn't know to make the whole story fuller, turning a good food article into a short story.

"Oh, grandma, wait a minute, I'll turn the page." Jiang Feng turned forward and saw his Qiqi wearing the overalls of the back kitchen of Taifeng Building. photo.

An aura of a domineering president came over his face.

The kind that can be on the cover of financial magazines by swapping work clothes for a suit.

"Spicy, it's a kind that can..." Jiang Feng began to read Wu Minqi's feature article to Grandma Jiang.