Life is a Game

The food stall that Sun Jikai chose was in a good location. Although it was in an alley, it was easy to find, and the business was very hot, much better than Jubao Building. Jiang Feng and the others queued at the door for dozens of minutes before entering.

After entering the store, Jiang Feng first looked at the menu. Although it was called a food stall, the prices of the dishes were not cheap at all, much more expensive than ordinary restaurants. After Jiang Feng ordered two dishes, he handed the menu to Wu Minqi. After Wu Minqi ordered another dish, he handed the menu to Sun Jikai. After Sun Jikai made up two more dishes, the tedious and grand ordering ceremony ended.

Originally, Jiang Feng wanted to order two more bottles of beer. After all, how could one eat at a food stall without drinking? Now is the time for Sun Jikai to drink away his sorrows. Originally, he would order two bottles of beer, which would be perfect for each person. However, Sun Jikai is not good at drinking, and after two glasses, he may be able to sleep until tomorrow afternoon.

Before the dishes were served, there was a plate of melon seeds presented by the store on the table. Wu Minqi sat and licked the melon seeds, and soon there was a hill of melon seed shells piled up in front of her.

"How did you feel when you went to Jubao Tower today?" Sun Jikai asked.

Jiang Feng didn't know why, although Sun Jikai's demeanor and tone were normal when he said this, but he somehow felt a sense of melancholy - maybe it was because of the stubble on Sun Jikai's face.

Wu Minqi continued to eat melon seeds, and signaled Jiang Feng with his eyes that he would answer this difficult question.

Jiang Feng hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you want to hear the truth?"

Sun Jikai nodded.

"It's bad." Jiang Feng said.

"The chef's attitude is very bad. The most basic vegetables are not cut well. The dices are not cut well. I can't see any advantages on it, and it feels very perfunctory. Except for the seasoning of sweet and sour pork, there is basically nothing worth praising." Jiang Feng said, "As far as the few dishes we ordered today, if they are in Taifeng Lou, my mother probably can deduct all the quarterly bonuses of all the chefs who are in charge of those dishes."

"The service attitude is not good. There is only one waiter working in the lobby, and the rest of them are basically chatting together, and they pretend not to hear the guests' calls." Wu Minqi added.

Sun Jikai shook his head and smiled wryly: "The business is probably not good either."

"Not very good." Wu Minqi said tactfully.

"It's normal. Ever since my grandfather was hospitalized, I haven't paid much attention to the business of Jubao Building. No one cares about the chefs, so naturally they don't care as much as before. In addition, my family is indeed a bit unbalanced recently. People are waiting to stand in line when people are fluctuating. After a period of rectification, it should be better." Sun Jikai said.

"The chefs in the back kitchen of your Treasure Building are all..."

"Basically they are my grandpa's disciples and grandchildren." Sun Jikai knew what Jiang Feng wanted to ask, so he answered directly.

"Then why did you stand in line?" Wu Minqi, the former heir to the Wu Family Restaurant, asked a question as the business model was almost the same as that of Jubaolou.

"Who knows." Sun Jikai smiled wryly.

Sons are not necessarily of one mind, let alone apprentices.

Seeing Sun Jikai's appearance, Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi knew that their family estimated that this period of time was not peaceful, so they didn't ask these questions and it wouldn't solve the problem, it would only increase troubles.

Just at this time, the food came, and everyone can start eating the food and end the conversation.

There is one thing to say, the food at this food stall is better than Jubaolou.

"By the way, when I went to Jubao Building today, I found that the decoration of your store looks quite new. Is it newly renovated in the past two years? I think it's quite distinctive." Jiang Feng began to change the subject while eating.

"Yes." Sun Jikai nodded, "It was renovated once two years ago, and the position of the kitchen door was changed."

"Door?"

"The original kitchen door of the Jubao building was facing a dining table. Although there was a distance, people coming in and out would disturb the guests' meals, so during the renovation, the door was dismantled and reinstalled in another place. .” Sun Jikai explained.

After finishing speaking, Sun Jikai took out his mobile phone as if he was looking for something. After flipping through it for a while, he raised his head and said to Jiang Feng, "I just checked, and there doesn't seem to be any northern pancakes around here. Besides, there aren't many northern pancakes in our place." , especially at night, it’s very rare. Why don’t you bring a bean sprout pancake to Grandpa Jiang, it’s also a specialty of our side, and there’s a shop in front of it that sells it.”

Jiang Feng nodded, as long as it was pancakes, at worst, he would run away after delivering the pancakes to the old man.

As long as he runs fast enough, the old man's scolding can't catch up with him.

The three chatted about other things while eating.

Although I haven't seen him for a few months, there are still many topics to talk about. After all, Sun Jikai spends almost every day spying on the work group of Taifeng Building, and knows everything about Taifeng Building like the palm of his hand.

It takes more than an hour to eat a meal, but no matter how long the meal is, there will always be an end. When Jiang Feng finished the last sip of soup, it also announced that the dinner tonight was over.

"Go ahead and buy pancakes. I'll take you back after buying, so that you won't find the hotel by mistake." Sun Jikai got up to pay the bill.

Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi followed Sun Jikai to a small shop selling pancakes, and stood at the door of the shop waiting for pancakes.

"By the way, Sun Jikai." Jiang Feng called him suddenly.

"Huh?" Sun Jikai was a little puzzled.

"Sorrow." Jiang Feng had been brewing these two words in his heart for a long time, but he didn't say them out for more than an hour.

He could only find such an embarrassing, but at least an opportunity to say these two words.

"I'm fine." Sun Jikai said, looking at the mung bean pancakes that were about to be cooked.

"It's really all right, Grandpa told me last year that his time was numbered."

Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi looked at him quietly. Jiang Feng felt that Sun Jikai's current situation was very similar to that of Zhang Guanghang at noon that day. They both just needed a chance to say what they wanted to say.

"I was prepared when my grandfather was hospitalized years ago. After being in the ICU for so long, I feel that everyone is prepared. In fact, the collapse is probably only my grandfather who gave up treatment that night and insisted on extubation from the ICU. , and then I watched him sit in a wheelchair and collapse when he closed his eyes and stopped breathing."

"Besides, there have been too many messes in the past two days. Even if you want to be sad, you don't have time to be sad. No one around you is sad. You feel stupid when you are sad alone. You feel like a fool. And no one is sad yourself. So I don’t feel so sad, at most it’s just a little uncomfortable, but it’s actually okay.”

"And didn't you just send me a WeChat message saying that you met Sun Maocai in Jubaolou? In fact, before my grandfather left, he asked me to invite him back to Jubaolou and ask him to help Jubaolou. After all, you have also seen the current situation of Jubaolou , You have also tasted the dishes, and they are already very bad."

"Your pancakes are ready." The boss handed the mung bean pancakes to Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng took the pancakes and Sun Jikai led them towards the hotel, saying as they walked.

"Today, when I asked Assistant Wang to call to inform Grandpa Sun Maocai of his death, I didn't ask him to return to Jubaolou for help. At that time, I was thinking that I could revive Jubaolou with my own strength. Be angry. At that time, it seemed that I was a little angry when I thought about it, thinking that Grandpa would rather entrust the future of Jubaolou to a stranger I have never met before entrusting it to me." Sun Jikai said.

Jiang Feng: ...

As expected of you, a middle school boy who has been in Hexi for thirty years and Hexi for thirty years.

"Now that I'm clear-headed, I regret it a bit. In fact, Grandpa's decision is the best. Only Sun Maocai can save it quickly in Jubaolou's current state. I guess only Sun Maocai is willing to save it." Sun Jikai obviously didn't drink, Looked a bit drunk.

"Have you met Sun Maocai?" Jiang Feng asked.

Sun Jikai shook his head: "Grandpa basically has no contact with him, and I have never seen him. I searched for photos on the Internet two days ago, and it may be difficult to recognize him at a glance tomorrow."

"I think he's pretty nice." Jiang Feng said, "He's very kind. After wearing glasses, he even feels a little kind, and he looks quite young, not like someone in his fifties."

Sun Jikai looked at Jiang Feng.

"He just received a call this afternoon. He arrived in the evening and went to Jubaolou for dinner. I think as long as you are willing to speak, he will definitely agree." Jiang Feng said with a smile.

"Perhaps." Sun Jikai smiled.

The three of them walked to the door of the hotel like this. Sun Jikai didn't go in this time, and waved to the two of them at the door and left.

"Fengfeng, do you think he will ask Mr. Sun Maocai for help tomorrow?" Wu Minqi asked.

"It should be." Jiang Feng pressed the elevator button, and Wu Minqi stood at the door of the elevator and waited for the elevator.

Although Sun Jikai is in the second grade, he is no longer a teenager.

Adults make the right choices.