Life is a Game

what is home

For most people, home is firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, as well as music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, flower wine. Home is a small house, a small house where you can smell the aroma of food as soon as you come home.

Jiang Yong's home is like this.

Jiang Yong has worked in the "Zhiwei" magazine for many years, and Xu Cheng has always been generous to his subordinates. It is precisely because of this that Jiang Yong can own a one-hundred-square-meter apartment with three bedrooms and two living rooms and a good location in Shanghai, even if he is not a local. Small house.

Jiang Yong's house was purchased decades ago, and the community is relatively old, which is waiting for demolition. Because of the old district, there was no heating installed. When Jiang Feng and the three arrived, they could feel the air conditioning in the house as soon as they opened the door, which was warm and dry.

With the air conditioner turned on and no ventilation, the air in the room was not circulating and it was very dull. As soon as Jiang Weiming walked in, he coughed twice and rubbed his nose uncomfortably.

Jiang Yong's wife, Lin Juan, is a native of Modu. Since marrying Jiang Yong, she has met Jiang Weiming very few times. After hearing the sound of the door opening, Lin Juan hurried out of the kitchen with a spatula in her hand and an apron on her body, as if she was a housewife.

"Dad, it's been a tough journey. This is Xiaofeng. Your second cousin often mentions you to me at home. I heard that you are a chef and your skills are very good. Today, my aunt made a fool of herself in front of you. Lin Juan smiled, then turned her head and shouted into the room, "Jiang Xiaoran, your grandpa and your cousin are here, what are you doing in the room, why don't you come out!"

"Jiang Yong, take good care of Dad, Dad, Xiaofeng, don't stand in the hall, it's cold near the door, come in and sit on the sofa. I haven't finished frying the dishes in the pot, and there are ten minutes left We can serve dinner." After speaking, Lin Juan went into the kitchen.

"Put less ingredients." Jiang Yong reminded, "Make it lighter."

"knew."

Jiang Yong dragged his suitcase into the room, and Jiang Feng and Jiang Weiming changed slippers.

Jiang Yong's house is not big, but it has a lot of things. There are no less than three or four cabinets within the range that Jiang Feng can see in the living room and dining room, and each cabinet is packed to the brim. On the coffee table, on the TV cabinet, on the entrance cabinet, there was basically no place to put things. Jiang Feng even found a professional book related to computers in the corner of the sofa.

After Jiang Yong put his luggage away, he came out of the room and waved to Jiang Feng: "Xiao Feng, come here."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Yong pushed open the door of another room: "Xiaoran, didn't your mother tell you to come out just now? What are you still doing in the room? Your grandfather and your cousin are here, and you don't know how to come out call someone."

In the room was a young man with a cropped head. He was typing on the keyboard at the computer. He stopped his hands and got up reluctantly when he heard Jiang Yong's words: "Dad, I am fixing a bug. It will be over soon, and I will come out after a while."

"Fix bugs, fix bugs, you know how to fix bugs every day, and I haven't seen you finish it every day. Your grandpa and cousin have arrived, and they have traveled all the way from Beiping. It's been so hard. Let you come out and see me." Personally, I have to ask you repeatedly, why didn't I realize that you are so precious?" Jiang Yong said angrily, "This is your cousin Jiang Feng, the son of your third cousin."

Jiang Xiaoran looked at Jiang Feng with a bit of embarrassment. He was embarrassed when he first met his cousin who hadn't seen him for more than 20 years.

"Hi, my name is Jiang Xiaoran, it's... your cousin."

Jiang Yong patted Jiang Xiaoran helplessly: "How can you talk like that, go to the living room and make a cup of tea for your grandfather, the tea is on the cabinet."

"Oh." Jiang Xiaoran walked out.

Jiang Feng began to look at Jiang Xiaoran's room. The decoration was very simple, with a computer desk, a bookcase and a bed, but he didn't know why there were two beds. The one next to the wall is an ordinary single bed, and the other one looks like a makeshift folding bed.

There are still many boxes in the corner, one of which is disassembled and filled with apples, which should be part of the New Year's goods that Jiang Yong's family bought for the New Year.

"Your cousin works in a game company. He stays in the company every day or stays at home and doesn't go out and doesn't communicate with others, so he is not very good at talking." Jiang Yong pointed to the small folding bed, "Xiaofeng, your cousin I don't have enough rooms in my house, so I can only wrong you to sleep on this small folding bed first. Because there is not much room for other things in this room, so I will put your luggage in the next room for you. "

"Thank you, Second Uncle. I'll only stay for one night, so that's fine." Jiang Feng said with a smile, and turned his gaze to the row of figures on the computer desk.

Empress, various ship girls, Makise Kurisu, Hatsune Miku, Kame Madoka.

Even if he is green, he is still a master and has no shortage of wives.

Jiang Yong and Jiang Feng introduced other facilities, focusing on the old flush toilets that often malfunctioned and the equally old water heater that occasionally malfunctioned. When the two came out of the bathroom, they happened to see Jiang Xiaoran was a little nervous, sitting stiffly beside Jiang Weiming, rubbing his hands while looking around blindly but not daring to look at Jiang Weiming.

Those who knew he was chatting with his grandfather, those who didn't know thought he was on a blind date.

Although Jiang Xiaoran is Jiang Weiming's grandson, he has not seen Jiang Weiming for many years. Even if Jiang Weiming's wife was still alive, when Jiang Yonghui took his wife and children back to Sichuan for the New Year, he would just eat a New Year's Eve dinner, stay at home for one night and then leave.

Although Jiang Xiaoran and Jiang Weiming are grandparents, they are no different from strangers, passing by Jiang Xiaoran on the main road, even Jiang Xiaoran can't recognize Jiang Weiming as his grandfather.

Jiang Feng and Jiang Yong sat on the sofa and joined the awkward silence.

Don't look at Jiang Yong's enthusiasm when picking up people, and his father's yells are also very kind and natural, but if he and Jiang Weiming sit face to face and talk together, he can't say a word.

Not to mention Jiang Feng, he would never speak unless others cue him.

The four men surnamed Jiang sat on the sofa in silence.

The meal ended the silence.

Although there were only 5 people eating, Lin Juan cooked a table of good dishes because of the significance of the meal.

Stir-fried beef, stir-fried broccoli, dry-stir-fried shredded potatoes, braised pork ribs, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, braised prawns, tamales, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and roasted chicken with chestnuts. All are home-cooked dishes, rich and unusual.

It's just average.

Before everyone sat down and had no time to stretch out their chopsticks, Jiang Yong noticed something unusual on the dinner table: "Juanzi, where's the soup?"

Lin Juan, who had just taken off her apron, was about to get up as soon as she slapped her head: "Oh, I forgot, I just said that I always felt that something was missing when I was cooking just now, you wait, I'll get it for you Make a seaweed egg soup."

Jiang Weiming waved his hands and said with a smile: "No need, it's not easy for Lin Juan to cook so many dishes. If there is no soup, there will be no soup."

"Dad, how can I eat without soup? It only takes less than two minutes to make seaweed egg soup." Jiang Yongdao.

Jiang Weiming got up: "Lin Juan has been busy all afternoon, so let me make this soup."

"How can this work? Dad, you rest, I will do it." Lin Juan hurriedly stopped.

"You all rest, why don't you just make soup. When I was in Beiping, I still made porpoise, Xiaofeng, don't you think so?" Jiang Weiming suddenly cue Jiang Feng.

"Yes yes yes, grandpa also made the porpoise yesterday, and the craftsmanship has not deteriorated at all, but it has become better." Jiang Feng, who missed a mouthful of porpoise, began to open his eyes and talk nonsense.

Both Jiang Yong and Lin Juan couldn't hold back Jiang Weiming, so they could only let him into the kitchen to make soup. Jiang Weiming didn't move his chopsticks at the table, so everyone didn't dare to move their chopsticks. They sat quietly at the table and waited for Jiang Weiming to make the soup.

"Xiaofeng, how are you doing in Beiping recently? Is the business in the store going well?" Jiang Yong spoke first to break the silence.

"It's good, but the temperature in Beiping is relatively low. When you go out, you have to pay attention to the cold and keep warm and wear more clothes. There is no heating indoors. It's all thanks to the blessing of "Zhi Wei". The business in the store has been since January. It's great, I'm so busy every day, and I hired three new chefs in January." Jiang Feng said with a smile, feeling his throat was a little dry, and took a sip of water.

"It's good to have heating. Your aunt and I plan to change our house next year and install heating in the new house." Jiang Yongdao.

As soon as he talked about washing the heating, Jiang Feng noticed the problem of the air conditioner: "By the way, the second uncle, the third grandfather has a bad voice. In January, he fell ill for a few days and recuperated at home. When I just came in, I saw He is coughing, probably because the air conditioner is turned on and the air is not very comfortable, he must not be able to turn on the air conditioner when he sleeps at night, you have to prepare some thick quilts for him."

Jiang Yong quickly nodded and wrote it down, wishing he could take out a small notebook on the spot and ask Jiang Feng 12345 to list the precautions for him.

Jiang Weiming seemed to be a breakthrough point for chatting, Jiang Feng and Jiang Yong talked about other things about Jiang Weiming on the previous topic. Lin Juan could still insert a sentence or two from time to time, but Jiang Xiaoran couldn't insert half a sentence and could only sit there and listen to the two of them chatting.

Before he knew it, Jiang Weiming's soup was ready. Jiang Weiming came out of the kitchen with the soup in his hand. Lin Juan quickly got up to take the soup and put it firmly in the center of the dining table.

This is not seaweed egg soup.

The soup is relatively thick, it should be thickened, it is not like soup, it is more like a soup, and the ingredients are also very mixed. The color of the soup is not clear and cloudy, like Jiang Sanwei's strange soup but not Jiang Sanwei's strange soup.

Jiang Feng was the first to realize that this soup should be Baiwei soup, which Jiang Weiming had never made in front of him.

Although Jiang Feng came to his senses, he didn't make a sound. Jiang Yong stared at the soup for a while before realizing it, and asked, "Dad, is this Baiwei soup?"

"Yes, I just entered the kitchen and saw that there are quite a lot of ingredients. Some of them were cut on the chopping board and used up before they were used up. It's a casually made Baiwei soup." Jiang Weiming smiled.

After what he said, Lin Juan was a little embarrassed, and quickly explained: "Dad, when I first started cooking, I thought that there would be a lot of people, so I made more dishes. I made such a large amount, so there are so many ingredients left. Originally, I wanted to put it in the refrigerator and fry it tomorrow, but I was in a hurry and didn’t deal with it and put it there.”

"It's good to be able to control the amount when cooking. I just divided up the ingredients and put them into small bowls. I didn't know what to save, so I put them on the table first." Jiang Weiming smiled and sandwiched A chopstick of broccoli.

"Dad, what kind of soup is Baiweitang? Why haven't I heard of it before?" Jiang Xiaoran asked.

"Why didn't you hear that when he brought you back to his hometown, your grandfather didn't give it to you..." Jiang Yong was stunned before he finished speaking. He remembered that the number of times he took Jiang Xiaoran home was very limited. I have never had a hundred flavor soup.

"This is your grandfather's specialty soup. It used to be that this soup was the most popular when your grandfather was still in the state-run restaurant. When the leaders came, they would order the soup by name." Jiang Yongdao didn't mention that sentence. It was as if he had never said it.

"Oh." Jiang Xiaoran knows that silence is golden when the elders are eating at the same table.

Because he was curious about Baiwei soup, Jiang Xiaoran didn't pick up any vegetables first, but scooped up half a bowl of soup for himself. Jiang Xiaoran was sitting next to Jiang Feng. Seeing Jiang Feng staring at the soup, he thought he wanted to drink it too, so he asked, "Jiang Feng...cousin, do you want me to scoop you a bowl too?"

The spoon is still in Jiang Xiaoran's hand.

"Thank you brother Xiaoran, you can just call me Xiaofeng." Jiang Feng smiled and handed the bowl to Jiang Xiaoran.

When handing over the bowls, Jiang Feng's hand touched Jiang Xiaoran's.

"drop."

The system prompt sounded suddenly.

Um?

Jiang Feng stretched his hand forward, and touched Jiang Xiaoran's hand again.

No system beep sounds.

Jiang Xiaoran:?

"I accidentally touched it, I'm sorry." Jiang Feng explained quickly.

Jiang Xiaoran nodded, ready to scoop up soup.