Life is a Game

There is an order for burning things to the ancestors.

If it is some small things, such as university admission notices and other objects that do not need to alarm all ancestors, go to the graves of a few ancestors who are close to you.

If it is an object like a doctoral degree certificate that needs to alarm all ancestors, it should be burned in the ancestral hall first, and then burned in front of the ancestors' graves in the order of ancestor worship during the Qingming Festival.

Jiang Feng's level is higher than that of a doctor's degree, so not only burning but also setting off firecrackers, it has to be done in a lively manner so that the underground ancestors know that the juniors in the family have produced a great person.

Of course, these copies had to be shown to Jiang Feng's grandparents before they were burned.

"Mom, look at this photo. This is a promotional photo taken by Xiaofeng when she participated in the competition. I specially picked the best one and copied it." Wang Xiulian began to introduce the copies one by one to Grandma Jiang Feng.

Grandma Jiang Feng squinted her eyes to look at the photocopied photo, and the smile on her face never stopped: "I've seen this, and we all watched the live broadcast of Xiaofeng's game."

"Yes, yes, sister, our whole family will watch the live broadcast together when Xiaofeng competes." The uncle quickly echoed.

Wang Xiulian ignored him and continued to introduce the next one: "Mom, look at this one. When Xiaofeng received the runner-up award, I specially took a picture of it. It's really good."

"The one in Dad's hand is a copy of "Zhiwei" which was published in January. It reports on the dishes made by Xiaofeng. Exclusive interview! It's very popular, and only very famous chefs can get exclusive interviews. "

Grandpa Jiang Feng smiled from ear to ear holding the copy full of words.

"These are all related reports from Taifeng Building, and Xiaofeng's name is included in them."

"This, this is a report about the game."

"These are all the good reviews written by customers in the store for Xiaofeng. There are so many of them. The good reviews are overwhelming. Xiaofeng's dishes are in short supply every day. It's hard to find a dish!"

"These, and these, all of them!" Wang Xiulian said happily.

Jiang Feng: ...

His mother really spared no effort to show off to the ancestors, and even copied the praise of the guests.

Jiang Feng's grandparents looked at this one and then that one, and thought that each one was very good, and each one was worth showing off to their ancestors.

"Xiao Feng has grown up and is promising!" Grandma Jiang Feng could only repeat these words over and over again.

"Yes, yes, Xiaofeng has grown up and is promising." The uncle and the second uncle echoed like worms.

Aunt Li Hong was uncomfortable when she heard Wang Xiulian brag about Jiang Feng, but she was even more unhappy when she found out that her husband had not only defected, but had completely defected, and even went to cheer for the enemy camp.

"It's really strange these days. It used to be that there were scholars in the family who were promising, but now a cook who works for others is also promising." Li Hong whispered.

Although the voice was low, Wang Xiulian still heard it. As long as others are speaking ill of her, she can hear it even if the sound is as small as a mosquito.

It would be fine if someone with a better temper pretended not to hear, but Comrade Wang Xiulian is not a person of this character at all. She not only likes to crush the enemy, but also likes to step on the enemy, not only to step on the enemy, but also to let the enemy see the price of the shoes on her feet.

"Isn't the cook the most promising? Back then, Jiankang was the most promising cook in our family. If Xiaofeng was not better than Jiankang, wouldn't we lose both of us?" , "Sister-in-law, you don't know how filial my family Xiaofeng is. I told him that I have enough clothes, and he insisted on buying me the latest Chanel winter style, saying that last year's old style is not suitable."

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

Isn't this Dior on my mother?

Jiang Jiankang:? ? ?

Didn't I buy this dress on my wife?

Li Hong couldn't even squeeze out a smile.

Apart from Wang Sulian, the only second aunt who heard Li Hong whispering shook her head, and silently took a few steps away from Li Hong.

She finally figured it out, Wang Xiulian is a sister-in-law who just got married, and she has nothing to do with her and doesn't see her a few times a year. If she wants to find her bad luck, she will only piss herself off in the end.

It's better to stay away.

"Xiaofeng's child is filial. He has been filial and obedient since he was a child." Grandma Jiang Feng said.

The few people blew rainbow farts to each other for a while, which was far below the average level of Jiang's family, and then went to the ancestral hall in a mighty manner with copies of paper money and firecrackers and ancestor worship tributes.

In the ancestral hall, Comrade Wang Sulian was relatively restrained. The tribute was served on the table. With the sound of firecrackers, Jiang Feng was led by the crowd to worship this way and that way. After the worship, the paper began to be burned. Start burning copies.

When it came to the copy, Comrade Wang Xiulian just muttered in a low voice, so low that Jiang Feng couldn't hear it clearly when he was beside him.

After burning the copy, Jiang Feng followed everyone out of the ancestral hall and went to the grave of his great-grandfather and grandma, which was the grave of Wang Xiulian's grandparents.

With the sound of firecrackers, Comrade Wang Xiulian opened her voice.

"Grandpa, your great-grandson is promising, and he won the runner-up in the national competition!"

"Not only won the runner-up, but also appeared on TV!"

"Not only on TV, but also well-known gourmet magazines have interviewed him!"

"Now your great-grandson is..."

Comrade Wang Xiulian's loud voice echoed in the mountains, and Jiang Feng felt as if he heard the echo.

The graves of the ancestors of the Wang family are all close together, and occasionally there are a few farther away because of their relationship, which is not within the scope of this copy.

Comrade Wang Xiulian yelled from grave to grave, and her voice was full of energy, not at all low, but tended to become louder and louder.

Jiang Feng stood obediently by the side, not making a sound, speaking or moving, and even in a complicated mood.

It's embarrassing, but it's not that embarrassing. Jiang Feng is not a person who is easily embarrassed, and he has experienced this kind of scene once, but he is a little proficient in doing it again. Comrade Wang Sulian also yelled the same way when the copy of the admission notice was burned, but the words were shorter.

Returning home is everyone's wish. Although this glorious tradition of the Wang family is a bit exaggerated, as long as you have experienced it once, you will know what it is like.

The person involved couldn't be more clear about how cool the process was. When Jiang Feng was led by Comrade Wang Xiulian to burn the admission notices one by one, he felt very happy.

But this time is different from the last time. Last time, the admission notice was burned, and the notice was full of words. There were a lot of things burned this time, not only text but also pictures, and the most important thing was that these pictures were basically Jiang Feng's photos.

Burning his own photo to his ancestor Jiang Feng always felt a little...

It's a little subtle.

Especially since the photos are still in black and white.

Comrade Wang Xiulian did not use color printing because the volume was too large.