Life is a Game

Jiang Weiming had a lot of luggage, and Jiang Yong bought a lot of things for him when he was in Shanghai. The luggage carried by several people was basically Jiang Weiming's. Jiang Xiaoran only brought a change of clothes and basic toiletries, and even a pair of socks—he originally planned to stay in Beiping for only two days, and leave the next day.

The four of them who put down their luggage went to Li's house empty-handed, only Jiang Feng was carrying a bag with a thermos. He opened the thermos cup and looked at it. Because of the light and angle, the clear soup inside looked as clear and translucent as water. The soup was cold and could not smell anything. He could only vaguely feel that it was chicken soup, and it was not too cold. picture.

On the way to Li's house, Jiang Feng couldn't help but asked Jiang Weiming what kind of dish the clear soup in the thermos was used for. Jiang Weiming still smiled and said it was a good dish, but didn't say anything else.

As for Jiang Xiaoran, he didn't even know when Jiang Weiming made the clear soup. In order to be able to ask for leave smoothly in the past two days, he has been working hard to work overtime the past few days, and the top of his head is a little thinner visible to the naked eye.

After dozens of minutes, the four of them arrived at Li's house.

The breath of the new year has not dissipated from Li's house. There is a new couplet pasted on the door, and the word "Fu" is pasted upside down on the door, which makes the red lanterns hanging on the edge less obtrusive. Jiang Feng guessed that the red lantern at the door must have been written by Chen Suhua. During the annual meeting, she asked Wang Xiulian where she bought the red lantern in Taifeng Building.

The door was unlocked, so Jiang Feng pushed the door open and led the three of them across the yard into the living room.

There were only Jiang Zaide and Jiang Shoucheng in the living room, they were grabbing their last day of vacation and watching TV on the sofa, watching TV with them was the big flower lying on the ground lazily and looking a lot fatter.

This sentence is not only applicable to people, but also to pigs.

Compared with years ago, Dahua looked a lot fatter. The whole pig seemed to be inflated, and Jiang Feng could see the trembling fat on his stomach lying on the ground. Live up to the robustness before, quite the demeanor of when it was the second flower.

"Xiao Feng is here." Chen Suhua came out with the water bottle and saw Jiang Feng who just came in, smiled and nodded at Jiang Weiming, "Third brother, is the journey going well?"

Although Jiang Weiming was much older than Chen Suhua, but in terms of seniority, the two of them were indeed of the same generation.

"It went very well. Xiao Ran sent me here, and Xiao Feng and Xiao Wang went to the train station to pick us up again." Jiang Weiming said.

"Grandma." Jiang Xiaoran probably guessed who Chen Suhua was, and obediently went up to say hello.

"You are Xiaoran, right? Look, this is a good boy. Do you want some fruit? What do you want to eat, tea or a drink? There is milk and juice in the room, and there seems to be Coke. Grandma will get it for you. "As Chen Suhua said, she was about to enter the room, and brought out all the Chinese New Year's stock for Jiang Xiaoran to choose.

"No need, no need, I'll just drink plain water." Jiang Xiaoran was a little cautious.

Wang Hao, who had been standing beside Jiang Xiao and half of his body was blocked by him, so that Chen Suhua didn't notice much, took a step forward silently, and said, "Hello, master...mother."

Although he came here for dinner, Wang Hao hadn't started writing his graduation thesis yet, and coming to Professor Li's house would make him feel guilty involuntarily.

Chen Suhua didn't know Wang Hao very well, but he recognized him: "Xiao Wang, don't stand here, hurry up and sit down, I'll pour water for you."

Jiang Zaide and Jiang Shoucheng, who were nestled on the sofa before, got up when Jiang Weiming came in and let Jiang Weiming sit on the sofa.

Jiang Weiming waved his hands at the two brothers, took the plastic bag containing the thermos cup from Jiang Feng, and said, "You guys chat for a while first, and I'll cook for you."

After speaking, he left the living room and walked towards the kitchen.

Jiang Zaide and Jiang Shoucheng looked at Jiang Xiaoran, and Jiang Xiaoran also looked at Jiang Zaide and Jiang Shoucheng.

Just looking at the hair, Jiang Xiaoran felt that these two cousins ​​who had never met before looked very kind.

Jiang Feng was thinking about what Zhang Guanghang told him just now, so he left Wang Hao here to stir up the atmosphere and went to the dining room to find Comrade Wang Xiulian.

As soon as Jiang Feng entered the dining room, he saw Wang Xiulian looking for rags all over the world.

"Mom, let me tell you, just now..."

"Son, have you seen the rag?" Wang Xiulian didn't raise her head.

"Don't look for Xiulian, mom has found it." The voice of the eldest aunt came from the inner room.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Jiang Feng asked.

"It's cleaning." Wang Xiulian finally raised her head, "Did you pick up your third grandpa?"

"Got it, the third grandpa went to the kitchen. By the way, where are my dad and the others? I didn't see them in the living room just now." Jiang Feng asked.

"I've all gone to help in the kitchen, you can't do it alone without your grandfather." Wang Xiulian said.

Jiang Feng was taken aback. He didn't expect that he was so important.

"What were you trying to say just now?" Wang Xiulian asked.

Jiang Feng hurriedly relayed all the news Zhang Guanghang told him to Wang Xiulian with a little embellishment.

Wang Xiulian was silent.

Wang Xiulian fell into deep thought.

She is just an ordinary proprietress who owes money, and this kind of business war problem involves her blind spot of knowledge.

"Xiao Zhang's father's younger brother, how is his cooking skills?" Wang Xiulian asked the most crucial question.

"I don't know, but what Zhang Guanghang said is not bad, and he is very flexible and knows how to combine Chinese and Western." Jiang Feng said.

Wang Xiulian touched her chin, obviously not knowing what to do.

Foreign monks like to recite scriptures. Comrade Wang Xiulian has been the proprietress for so many years and she really understands this truth.

Those who can only read the Bible are not easy to deal with, let alone this kind of opponent who can read both the Bible and the Great Compassion Mantra, and maybe also recite the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra.

"How about we ask your aunt?" Comrade Wang Xiulian suggested.

Jiang Feng seconded.

Ten minutes later, the eldest aunt fell into deep thought.

She is just an ordinary former proprietress, and her main project is a tailor shop rather than a restaurant. For her, this question does not involve a blind spot of knowledge but is completely beyond the outline.

After thinking for a long time, the eldest aunt suggested to Wang Xiulian: "I think it's best to discuss this matter with Mom."

Ten minutes later, Grandma Jiang fell into deep thought.

She is just an ordinary old lady who doesn't know two big characters. She can't even understand this question.

Just when Jiang Feng and the three women with great voice in the Jiang family were lost in thought, Zhang Guanghang finally arrived late.

His hair was a little disheveled by the wind, but it couldn't hide his handsomeness at all. Wearing a windbreaker, leather boots, and long legs that people can't even envy, he appeared on the stage like a savior.

A minute later, the Savior was lost in thought with them.