Life is a Game

There was plenty of heating on the high-speed train. Jiang Feng felt hot and took off his coat just after putting his luggage away. When he returned to his seat, he found that Jiang Weiming had just taken off his scarf, mask and earmuffs, and the down jacket was still tightly wrapped around him.

"Xiaofeng, check if my phone is broken. Why can't I load this video after loading it for so long?" Jiang Weiming squinted at the phone and handed it to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng took the phone and glanced at it. The video had turned into a black screen, symbolizing that the small circles that were loading had been spinning wildly.

"Third Grandpa, the signal on the high-speed rail is not good, it's normal." Jiang Feng returned the phone to Jiang Weiming.

Jiang Weiming could only turn off his phone with a disappointed face, like an Internet addicted teenager who lost his internet connection halfway through playing games.

"Xiaofeng, when can we arrive?" Jiang Weiming asked.

"At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, the second cousin said that he would wait for us at the exit." Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Weiming sighed, and continued to show his appearance as an Internet-addicted teenager.

Seeing Jiang Weiming's appearance, Jiang Feng thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and suggested, "Third Grandpa, I downloaded a few episodes of TV series but they are made in China, and I haven't watched them yet. How about we watch them together?"

Jiang Feng prayed in his heart that the plot and logic of the drama recommended by Ji Yue would be normal. It would be best not to have tragic plots such as elder brother and younger brother, uncle and nephew, mistress and wife.

Otherwise, he didn't know how to explain it to Jiang Weiming.

"Okay." Jiang Weiming agreed.

Just like this, the grandparent and grandson stared at a small mobile phone, each with an earphone, and watched the sweet TV series recommended by Ji Yue on the high-speed rail.

Although the TV series recommended by Ji Yue this time was very normal, after three episodes, Jiang Feng was very fortunate to find that it was not only made in China, but also had good-looking male and female protagonists, and there were no bad plots, and there was no socialist brotherhood that seemed likely to appear. This kind of supporting role is not easy to explain with Jiang Weiming.

Everything is normal, but the TV series is not good.

After episode 3, Jiang Feng wanted to read the news.

Jiang Feng took a sneak peek at Jiang Weiming, and saw that he was staring at the phone screen with the eyes and expression of watching the news broadcast, so he knew that he was not interested in this drama either.

Noticing Jiang Feng's movements, Jiang Weiming took the initiative to ask, "Xiao Feng, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

Jiang Feng didn't feel hungry at first, except that when he first got on the bus, he smelled passengers eating instant noodles and was aroused by the instant noodle box. But Jiang Feng had only drank a small bowl of hangover soup and a few cups of warm cold water since he woke up in the morning, and he really felt hungry after being told by Jiang Weiming.

"A little bit, I didn't expect Third Grandpa that you brought food, biscuits?" Jiang Feng asked.

"There are still two steamed buns left this morning. I didn't want to take them with me. Before we came out, your fifth uncle and I ate lunch, but he insisted that he was afraid that we would be hungry on the way, so he stuffed them into the bag. Look. Come on, your fifth uncle stuffed it right." Jiang Weiming smiled authentically, raised his finger and pointed to the small bag on the luggage rack, "It's in that bag."

Jiang Feng got up and took off the small bag from the luggage rack. He unzipped the zipper and saw two flat white flour steamed buns wrapped in a plastic bag in the bag.

Jiang Feng took the steamed bun out of the bag, and the squashed steamed bun slowly expanded and became its original shape.

"Third Grandpa, did you steam this morning?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Yeah, two days ago I heard from your fifth uncle that he wanted to eat steamed buns. He wanted to steam them yesterday but forgot, so he steamed them this morning. I'm getting older and sleep less. It's past five o'clock every day. Just woke up, it's suitable for getting up early to make steamed buns." Jiang Weiming said, staring at the steamed buns in Jiang Feng's hand, "Xiaofeng, if you like to eat, wait until the third grandpa makes them for you after the year. Now that the steamed buns are cold, the taste is probably not good. Great."

"Okay." Jiang Feng smiled, tore open the plastic bag of the steamed bun, took out one and took a bite, still holding the steamed bun in his mouth.

"My grandfather used to make steamed buns all the time. We are all happy to make steamed buns with distiller's lees..." Jiang Feng was stunned before he could say the word "Huan", shutting his mouth and chewing on the steamed buns in his mouth.

Jiang Weiming also made distiller's lees steamed buns, but the steamed buns were already cold when they were taken out just now, so he didn't notice.

Compared with the distiller's lees steamed buns just out of the pan, the texture and taste of the distiller's lees steamed buns that Jiang Feng ate had been cooled down and stuffed into a bag for several hours were obviously much worse.

But it's a familiar taste.

It tastes almost exactly the same as Jiang Weiguo's distiller's lees steamed buns after cooling down.

Jiang Feng believed that Zheng Siyuan's distiller's lees steamed buns should taste like this after cooling down.

Quickly chewing and swallowing the distiller's lees steamed bun, Jiang Feng couldn't wait to ask: "Third Grandpa, who did you learn this steamed bun from?"

Jiang Weiming was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Oh, Xiaofeng, you probably think that the taste is similar to your grandpa's. Your grandpa can also make this steamed bun. We learned this steamed bun from your grandma."

"Grandma?" Jiang Feng didn't expect this answer. After thinking for a while, he quickly retrieved the Qin Wan he had seen in his memory.

His great-grandmother, even though her family is poor, owes huge debts, and is pregnant with Liujia, she still smiles gently. She will comfort her husband with a big belly and whisper, and she will hold a bowl on the dinner table. The son feeds the meal, and the woman who smiles is more gentle than the gentle and gentle Jiangnan women.

"Yeah, your grandma makes the best distiller's lees steamed buns." Jiang Weiming looked nostalgic, "Did your grandpa tell you about your grandma and us?"

Jiang Feng shook his head.

"He, forget it, I'm not qualified to talk about him, and I'm the same. I didn't want to mention them at first, because I always felt that there was a regret in my heart after someone left, and mentioning it would only add to the sadness. But now that I’m getting older, I think it’s a good thing to mention it to others, and we can’t wait for us to get old so that you little ones don’t know anything about family affairs.”

"Your grandma's name is Qin Wan, and she is a very gentle person. Before your grandma got married, she ran a dim sum shop at home, because she was a girl who didn't learn any crafts, and could only make some simple steamed buns and the like. At that time, girls married early, and men also married early. Your great-grandmother married your great-grandfather at the age of 14, gave birth to your great-grandfather at the age of 16, gave birth to your grandfather at the age of 35, and died of illness at the age of 37. "

With that said, Jiang Weiming sighed.

Jiang Feng could only listen quietly, silently sipping steamed buns while listening to Jiang Weiming talk about the past.

"At that time, it was always important to have more children and more blessings. There were more than a dozen births, but the blessings may belong to the family but not necessarily to the mother. Your great-grandmother gave birth to 7 children. She was originally in good health, and she was completely born. The child is exhausted. Because of the busy business of Taifeng Building, your great-grandfather has to rush to the store every morning, and your great-grandmother usually cooks the breakfast at home. We all love distiller’s lees steamed buns, so Your great-grandmother cooks distiller’s lees steamed buns the most, and the first dish your grandpa learned was distiller’s lees steamed buns.”

"The first dish?" Jiang Feng looked surprised.

"At that time your great-grandmother had already passed away, your grandpa was born late, and your great-grandfather was engaged when he was born. Our first dish was taught by your great-grandfather, only your grandpa's first dish It was taught by your second grandfather."

"Second grandfather?"

Jiang Weiming smiled: "It seems that he is as tight-lipped as I am, and he refuses to mention anything these years. Your second grandfather's name is Jiang Weijin, and among our brothers, your second grandfather has the best cooking talent. Your great-grandfather is the best. The one I like is your second grandfather, who is often said to be the most qualified person to take over as the head chef of Tai Fung, we used to always compete with him, as if we could win the head chef position if we win with him.”

"Second grandfather is so powerful!" Jiang Feng exclaimed.

"He is really good. He is good at both the red case and the white case. He is talented. He can learn everything. When your grandpa and I were still fighting with your grandpa in the store, he was able to make dim sum for the guests alone. For his sake, your great-grandfather even made a special trip to other restaurants to ask the master Baian from Gusu to teach him dim sum, which is a treat that none of our other brothers have."

"It's a pity, hey." Jiang Weiming sighed.

The more Jiang Feng heard what Jiang Weiming said, the more he felt that the unbelievable thought in his heart might be true, and couldn't help but ask sideways: "Third Grandpa, are you sure that all the other brothers except you and Grandpa when you were fleeing were all ...are they all dead?"

Jiang Weiming could see what Jiang Feng really wanted to ask, so he couldn't help but pat him on the head with a smile: "There is no such thing as luck, even if you didn't die back then, until now... your grandfather and I can live to this day? It is already a great luck to meet each other, so how dare you think about the rest."

"Then how did you get separated from grandpa and the others?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Back then, when we left Beiping City together, there was no war in Beiping City. At that time, the outside of the pass had already fallen, and many people heard the news and fled to the south. Originally, we made an agreement with your great-aunt and grandma's family to meet in Jinling At that time, when the train stopped running, many of us couldn’t buy a boat ticket, the roads were chaotic and there were refugees and bandits everywhere, and many cities rioted by themselves, and we didn’t know where we were when we walked.”

"In the beginning, your grandma's children got separated. Your grandpa and grandma went out to look for them and never came back. When passing through a county town, your fifth grandpa and sixth grandpa got dysentery, and all the doctors in the county ran away. I can only I went to the next county town overnight to find a doctor, but I was caught by bandits on the way. Later, when I escaped, I went back to find your grandfather and the others. They were no longer in the county town, so I fled southward with the others in a daze. Some of them joined the army and fought, and then became deserters in a daze."

"At that time, when deserters were caught, they would be shot. The person who ran away with me was a person from Shu. He said that there were many mountains in their area. If we went to Shu, we would not be caught. I was confused with him. Fleeing to Shu. In the end, I arrived alive, and he died on the way." Jiang Weiming showed a wry smile, "It was the same back then, everyone lived in a muddle, some people died in a muddle while alive, and some died in a muddle. People who are as confused as I am will live to victory."

Jiang Feng knew that Jiang Weiming deliberately used a series of muddled things to make these things sound easier, so as to cover up the mountains of blood and tears behind those muddled things.

Life is alive, it is rare to be confused.