Life is a Game

Jiang Xiaoran smiled wryly: "Grandma, I'm already in high school."

"It's all the same." Grandma Jiang Xiaoran took the iodine from Jiang Yanlu's hand who had just come out of the room with a smile, as if nothing had happened, and carefully treated the wound on Jiang Xiaoran's face.

Although Lin Juan was very dissatisfied with Jiang Zhe's attitude just now, but after all, it was the New Year's Eve and the New Year's Eve dinner was about to be eaten, and now the outbreak would inevitably hurt harmony. She could only hold back her silence, the expression on her face was still not very good.

The authorities are fascinated, but the bystanders are clear. Standing among these few people, Jiang Feng can clearly feel that everyone here has a problem, except for Jiang Xiaoran's family who just arrived.

Jiang Zhe's sudden and nervous provocation was directed at Jiang Xiaoran alone. Although he had a bad attitude towards everyone, he didn't dare to look at Jiang Yong, and was very afraid of this uncle.

Grandma Jiang Xiaoran has been ignoring the eldest son's family since she entered the door. Obviously, what Jiang Yanlu's family did before offended her. Jiang Yanlu's wife ignored everyone while being ignored by everyone. Jiang Feng used his years of experience in watching family ethics dramas with Grandma Jiang to guarantee that the relationship between Jiang Yanlu's wife and Lin Juan was not good, probably because of the Chinese New Year. Zuo was kind, and the scolding of his son just now was just pretending.

Not to mention Jiang Yanlu, he almost engraved the words of asking for others on his face.

Jiang Feng walked back and forth in the room, trying to observe the expressions on everyone's faces, trying to see some real inner thoughts from their hypocritical expressions.

It seems that Jiang Feng didn't see through anyone except Jiang Zhe. After all, there are not many people like Jiang Zhe who have the words "I'm an asshole" carved on their faces.

Most bastards can pretend, and a bastard like Jiang Zhe who can't even act is considered a rare breed.

Jiang Xiaoran didn't give Jiang Feng a long time to observe. Although he claimed that he was no longer a child in high school, he still did what every child would do - slipped into the kitchen to watch what the elders cooked.

In this memory, Jiang Feng's range of activities is very narrow, he can only be about 5 meters away from Jiang Xiaoran. Such a short distance greatly restricted his movements, he couldn't go to the kitchen at all, otherwise he would have slipped into the kitchen to watch Jiang Weiming cook instead of standing in the living room and playing the difficult version of who is undercover.

When Jiang Xiaoran entered the kitchen, Jiang Weiming was sitting on the small bench by the burner in a daze.

When Jiang Feng saw Jiang Weiming, he couldn't believe that the person in front of him was Jiang Weiming from 10 years ago.

He looks so old.

Wearing a thin cotton-padded jacket, the whole person is curled up on a chair, with gray hair, loose skin, dim eyes, dull eyes, and no energy can be found.

It's like an old man who has been wasted by the years, struggling to catch his breath, and dying.

"Grandpa." Jiang Xiaoran called out.

"Of course it's here." Jiang Weiming had his trademark smile on his face, and he got a little angry after seeing Jiang Xiaoran, "Just wait outside, dinner will be served right away."

"What's wrong with your face?" Jiang Weiming realized that Jiang Xiaoran's face was bruised after he finished speaking.

"Just now I fell at the entrance of the village." Jiang Xiaoran said.

Jiang Xiaoran skillfully glanced at the dishes that were already prepared on the cooking table. Because there are not many people in their family, they cook seven dishes and one soup every year for the New Year's Eve dinner.

Jiang Xiaoran was obviously familiar with the several dishes on the cooking table, so he was not surprised. Then he turned his attention to the steamer on the stove.

There is also a layer of straw paper between the pot and the lid of the steamer, which is to better lock the smell. Jiang Xiaoran didn't understand this and asked curiously: "Grandpa, what is steamed in the pot? Steamed eggs?"

"Steamed green eels." Jiang Weiming said with a smile, "These green eels were brought over by Sanitation this morning. They are very fat, which is especially rare in this season. Every year when the green eels are fattening, you are not at home, and neither are you when the steamed green eels are fattening." After eating it, I thought about making it tonight so I can try it."

Although Jiang Xiaoran didn't know what a green eel was, he swallowed subconsciously: "Is it delicious?"

"Of course it's delicious, but if you don't like ginger, Grandpa will give you other dipping ingredients. It's absolutely delicious." Jiang Weiming said.

Jiang Xiaoran stared at the steamer on the stove with burning eyes.

Seeing his little grandson like this, Jiang Weiming smiled more kindly: "Steam for a few more minutes and it will be out of the pot."

Jiang Xiaoran stood by and watched.

Jiang Weiming brought Jiang Xiaoran a small bowl of oil residue sprinkled with a little salt, and asked him to eat while waiting, and chat with him for a while.

"Of course, did you come by train this year, or by car?" Jiang Weiming asked.

"I didn't buy a train ticket and my dad drove here." Jiang Xiaoran chewed on the fried oil, "Grandpa, your fried oil is even more delicious than my mother's, and my mother's fried oil is old. "

"I just fried half a pot of oil today, but if you like to take it back later, let your mother fry pickles for you to eat."

Jiang Feng was so envious that the wall was separated. Jiang Xiaoran was treated like a god, he and his cousins ​​couldn't even dream of it!

"Are you tired of studying in high school?"

"Fortunately, I feel the same as in junior high school, except that English is a little more difficult. If you make a mistake in filling in the cloze, you will be half wrong. My mother forces me to do English cloze every day at home. I am still doing it before I leave today, and..." Jiang Xiaoran Chatted with Jiang Weiming about studying.

He can only talk about this. As an ordinary Chinese high school student, from the moment he entered high school, all he had left in his life was study. After all, smartphones had not yet been invented at this time.

Jiang Xiaoran complained to his grandfather about his studies for a few minutes while eating the oil residue, until his grandma came in before he stopped talking and just ate instead of talking.

"Is the meal ready?" Grandma Jiang Xiaoran asked.

"Hurry up, you guys should take out these dishes first. The steamed green eel will be out of the pot immediately. However, don't eat it until later, and help grandpa take out these two dishes." Jiang Weiming began to divide the dishes.

Jiang Xiaoran hastily put down the small bowl containing the fried oil and started to work.

Jiang Weiming took the opportunity to ask in a low voice, "Have you told Xiaoyong yet?"

Grandma Jiang Xiaoran rolled his eyes at him angrily, her voice was also very low: "Say what, if you want to talk about such crap, I don't have the face."

"Do you know the attitude of the boss's family outside just now? Is that the attitude of begging for help? Except for the wimp of the boss, everyone is an uncle. I don't want to say this because it's Chinese New Year." Grandma Jiang Xiaoran's voice became louder and louder. , even Jiang Xiaoran, who had already taken two steps outside, noticed it.

"Keep your voice down, don't say this in front of the children." Jiang Weiming persuaded.

Jiang Xiaoran:?

"Of course, you take the dishes to the living room first, grandma has something to say to your grandpa." Grandma Jiang Xiaoran forced a smile.

"Oh." Jiang Xiaoran walked out with the food, and then the cat began to eavesdrop by the door.

Jiang Feng: ...

Wonderful!

Jiang Xiaoran squatted at the door to eavesdrop, while Jiang Feng blatantly stood in the kitchen and listened.

"Old man, it's really not that I'm eccentric. And if I say eccentricity for so many years, we are both the bosses of eccentricity. Some things have not been stated on the surface. It would be bad for anyone's face to say so." Grandma Jiang Xiaoran suppressed her anger.

"Now it's not a matter of money at all. Besides, do the two of us have money? The two of us have a lot of old bones. How much money can we have if we stay in the country all day long. Look at Xiao Zhe's current state, if Yan Yan If Lu doesn't teach him any more, if this situation continues, it won't be enough for Xiaozhe to take out his coffin, let alone our two coffins!"

"I know, but, but... But Yanlu has nothing to do now, 150,000, how can he get such a large sum of money, he can't let him sell the house or let Xiao Zhe really go to jail." Compromise was written all over Jiang Weiming's face.

"You... just get used to it, and see how you get used to them." Grandma Jiang Xiaoran was so angry that she couldn't speak, "Anyway, if you want to speak up, you can speak up. I can't say that. You I don’t feel sorry for the second child, I feel sorry for the second child, they are all born from my stomach, the palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh, so you can be partial.”

After talking, Grandma Jiang Xiaoran was about to leave the kitchen, not even wanting to serve food.

Jiang Xiaoran's cat didn't hear anything at the door, and he couldn't hear anything when he poked his head halfway out. The main reason was that it was so windy outside that he couldn't hear anything clearly.

Jiang Xiaoran saw his grandma turned around to go out, and quickly spread his legs and ran to the living room. Jiang Feng was still unprepared in the kitchen when he ran away, he was hit by the air wall and fell to the ground after walking. Jiang Xiaoran ran so fast that Jiang Feng didn't even have a chance to get up. He was dragged all the way to the living room and lay on the ground without wanting to get up, feeling like he was surrounded and beaten by a dozen strong men just now.

"Why are you running away, kid, be careful to spill the food." Lin Juan complained.

Jiang Feng struggled to get up from the ground, he just wanted to grab Jiang Xiaoran and shout angrily.

"Why are you running!"

There are so many eavesdropping people in my memory, you are the worst one I have ever seen!

Spicy chicken!