Life is a Game

When Sun Jikai hurriedly found the message sent to him by Assistant Wang and called Sun Maocai, the reply he got was that the number was empty.

Yes, empty number.

Sun Jikai found out after calling Assistant Wang that the so-called Sun Maocai's phone number was exchanged after his grandfather met Sun Maocai at a Cantonese cooking exchange meeting more than ten years ago.

After exchanging phone numbers, Sun Guanyun and Sun Maocai did not have any contact. They just wrote down the phone number in the phone book, and didn't even save it in the phone.

It took more than ten years for Sun Mao to change his phone number and it was normal.

"Assistant Wang, please ask for Master Sun Maocai's phone number through other means. When you arrive, call him to inform him of the news of his grandfather's death and invite him to the funeral." Sun Jikai said.

"Okay." Assistant Wang said, "Apart from this matter, is there anything else that needs to be conveyed?"

"No, I'm sorry to trouble you." Sun Jikai hung up the phone, sighed and went back to his room.

Whether it's the second-year illness or unnecessary self-esteem, after failing to call Sun Maocai, the idea of ​​not asking Sun Maocai for help suddenly appeared in his mind.

He didn't want to hand over the future of Jubaolou to an outsider who had never met, even if this outsider was his grandfather's junior.

Although it is a bit treasonous to go against his grandfather's last wish, he wants to use his own ability to make Jubaolou go further. Although the turnover of Jubao Building has experienced a severe decline due to the temporary management chaos, the foundation is still there after all. Jubaolou has a mature chef team. As long as everything is on the right track and returns to normal, Jubaolou can return to its previous appearance.

As for how far he can go in the future, it depends on his own level.

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor.

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On the other side, Jiang Feng booked a ticket that departs in the afternoon and arrives in the evening.

Because of the rush of time, he, Wu Minqi and the old man hurried home after finishing their lunch business, packed their luggage and headed to the airport.

The seats of the three of them were joined together, the old man sat by the window, Jiang Feng sat in the middle, and Wu Minqi sat by the aisle.

Wu Minqi closed her eyes to rest from the moment she boarded the plane. After Jiang Feng took out his mobile phone and read some offline novels, he found that the old man was neither looking at the mobile phone nor watching the boring movie on the plane. He tilted his head and looked at the blue sky and thin air outside the window. Yun was in a daze.

The old man has been in such a state for two days.

"Grandpa." Jiang Feng whispered.

The old man turned to look at him.

"In fact, birth, old age, illness and death are some very normal things."

There was some doubt in the old man's eyes.

"My...I mean, you don't have to be so...so...so sad." Jiang Feng thought for a long time before highlighting the word "sad", but he felt that the old man's current situation was not sad, "Grandpa Sun just left like this It's really sad, but…”

The old man suddenly laughed: "Do you think that because that old guy Sun Guanyun left without saying a word, I was devastated, heartbroken, and in a state of grief?"

Jiang Feng:?

Grandpa, you don't play by the rules.

"Am I that kind of sentimental person? I'm not your grandma." The old man said.

Jiang Feng: ...

"I just remembered something suddenly." The old man looked out of the window again, and he didn't know what he was looking at, maybe he was looking at memories, looking at the past.

"In the past two days, I've always thought of something related to that old fellow Sun Guanyun. There are too many things, so it's easy to get distracted when I think about it." The old man said, "I'm fine."

Jiang Feng felt that the old man didn't seem to be okay.

"Let's stay in FZ for a few more days this time." The old man said.

"ah?"

"I haven't visited the Jubao Building for many years. The last time I went was because of Master Sun's death. It's been decades. If I stay for two more days, I can see more."

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The few hours on the plane passed in a flash. The old man stared out of the window the whole time. He saw the night fall from the day and witnessed the whole picture of the dusk.

Wu Minqi was woken up twice midway, one time was when the flight attendant delivered the plane meal, and the other time was the announcement before landing. Wu Minqi who was awakened was still a little dazed, with sleepy eyes and messy hair, and asked Jiang Feng in a daze if he was coming soon.

"I've booked a hotel in the city center. Let's take a taxi and go directly. Put your luggage first and then go eat something." Wu Minqi said.

She didn't eat the plane meal at all, and she was a little hungry now.

"Well, what to eat?" Jiang Feng asked the most critical question.

"Go to Jubao Building." The old man said.

Both Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi were taken aback for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Because of the rush of time, Wu Minqi searched the hotel on the Internet, picked a hotel with convenient transportation, and paid for it. The location is really good, but the price is a bit inflated. After putting down their luggage, the three of them took a taxi and went straight to Jubaolou.

When he got off the car, Jiang Feng felt a little bit like a lifetime away.

The Jubao building has not changed at all, the same signboard, the same decoration, almost exactly the same as what he saw in his memory before, but the street scene outside has changed, the small road has become a main road, the bungalows no longer exist, replaced by High-rise buildings and heavy traffic.

In memory, people can look up and feel that the magnificent Jubao Building has become ordinary.

The old man took the lead, and the three walked in.

Almost at the same time as they walked in, the expressions of the three of them changed slightly.

The old man frowned, while Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi were a little surprised.

It is now 8 o'clock in the evening, logically speaking, it should be the best time for the restaurant's business, but the occupancy rate in the lobby of Jubaolou is less than 30%, and the business can be said to be quite deserted.

There were three waiters at the door, and only one of them, who was younger, saw the three of them approaching and asked with a smile on his face, "Hi, are you three? Please come inside."

The waiter led the three of them to the table for 4 by the window, and pointed to the QR code on the table: "We can order by scanning codes in our store, and if the elderly are not used to ordering by scanning codes, they can also use the menu. If I need a menu, I'll get it now."

"No need." The old man's expression softened a little, "Can I still make an appointment for Buddha Jumping over the Wall?"

The waiter was taken aback, and said, "Yes, you can book today for tomorrow, both at noon and at night."

"Can I make a reservation for tomorrow?" The old man was full of displeasure. "Can I make a reservation anyway? No membership or anything else is required."

The waiter was a little confused by the old man's attitude. He didn't understand why he was not happy that he could make a reservation. He explained: "It's like this. Originally, the Buddha Jumping Wall in our store required senior members to make reservations. But recently, the store launched a discount Events, if ordinary guests do not have a membership, they only need to pay a part of the deposit to book."

"Then book three for me at noon the day after tomorrow." The old man said.

"Okay, I will give you a list later, please leave your contact information and phone number, and then I will pay the deposit at the checkout." The waiter said.

The old man nodded to express his understanding, and the waiter left.

"Look at it." The old man began to sit in a daze again.

Wu Minqi took out her mobile phone and scanned the QR code on the table and began to browse the menu. While browsing, she whispered to Jiang Feng: "Fengfeng, do you think the business in Jubaolou is a little too deserted?"

Jiang Feng nodded, took a sneak peek at the old man and saw that he didn't respond, and said, "It's too abnormal. Anyone can make an appointment for Buddha Jumping Wall, and you can directly make an appointment for tomorrow. Isn't Buddha Jumping Wall one of Jubaolou's signature dishes?"

The old man told Jiang Feng about the Buddha jumping over the wall in Jubaolou 1888, but he has remembered it for many years.

"Look, many dishes are out of stock." Wu Minqi pointed to the menu on the phone screen, and many of the fresh seafood were sold out.

"See if there is any baked lobster in soup," Jiang Feng said.

Wu Minqi turned back again and shook her head: "It's sold out."

Since many dishes on the menu were sold out for unknown reasons, the two could only randomly order a few dishes they had eaten before, and then began to look at the guests in the lobby.

One thing to say, the decoration of Jubao Building is quite good. As a person who also owns a single-family restaurant and has seen the interior decoration of Jubao building decades ago in his memory, Jiang Feng can fairly comment that Jubao building should have spent a lot of money in the subsequent renovation. It has a simple texture and a little bit of modern elements. It looks very comfortable, but the menu looks uncomfortable, and it is uncomfortable to see that it is sold out.

Although the menu was not satisfactory, the food was served quickly, and the first dish that Jiang Feng and the others ordered was on the table in a few minutes.

After tasting the chopsticks, Jiang Feng also understood why Jubaolou's business was so deserted.

The taste is actually okay, not unpalatable, but it is not worthy of the price of the dishes in Jubaolou.

It has a casual feel to eat.

This kind of feeling is like you think your mother is not willing to cook two dishes to fool you. Although you have no proof, you can eat them.

Jiang Feng casually flipped through the stir-fried shredded lotus root on the plate, and found that it was cut very perfunctorily. At first glance, Chef Duntou cut it out of laziness. As a well-known high-end restaurant, it is absolutely impossible for this kind of dish to be served on the table for guests to taste in theory, but such a dish appeared on their table, and it still appeared at a price of 58 yuan.

Babaozhai dare not do this. Although their food is expensive, it will definitely not make people feel casual, and it will only make you feel that their chef is not good enough.

The same is true for the next few dishes, from the knife work to the fire work, there is a perfunctory feeling. Jiang Feng believes that the chefs in Jubaolou are still capable, but it seems that everyone is not willing to work. I don't know if Jubaolou is in arrears of wages or what.

It may be precisely because of this that Jubaolou's business is so deserted.

Jiang Feng observed carefully, from the time they came in to ordering, they had eaten half of the food, and only one customer came to the store, and the table sitting behind them was ordering now.

"Waiter." The guests at the table behind Jiang Feng beckoned to the waiter, and the waiter who led Jiang Feng and the others ran over.

"Hi sir, what do I need?" the waiter asked.

"Can I make an appointment for Buddha Jumping Over the Wall now?" the guest asked.

"Yes, you can make reservations for tomorrow's Buddha Jumping Over the Wall right now. Ordinary guests can make reservations as long as they pay a deposit," the waiter said.

"Then make an appointment for the day after tomorrow. I have something to do tomorrow." The middle-aged man said.

Hearing that the guests at the table behind had also booked the Buddha Jumping Wall the day after tomorrow, Jiang Feng couldn't help but feel a little surprised and turned to look at him.

It's a middle-aged man in a suit, in his forties or fifties, he looks like a successful person, because he looks very aura.

I don't know if he is a celebrity, because Jiang Feng thinks he looks familiar, as if he has seen him somewhere, so he can't help but take a second look.

The middle-aged man noticed that Jiang Feng was looking back at him, met his gaze and smiled at him, then froze.

Jiang Feng:?

The middle-aged man stood up and walked towards Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

He passed Jiang Feng and came to Jiang Weiguo, who was staring at the dishes on the table with a rather unsightly expression.

"Brother Jiang, long time no see."