Life is a Game

Sun Guanyun's funeral was scheduled for after 3 pm, and Jiang Feng had nothing to do the rest of the time. Except for going downstairs with Wu Minqi to eat the hotel's buffet breakfast in the morning, knocking on the opposite door at noon, and taking the old man to find a restaurant nearby for a casual lunch, basically staying in the room for the rest of the time Playing with mobile phones, I learned about Jiang Weiming's daily recovery from a distance.

Because the old man is not in Beiping, Jiang Weiming is now in charge of Jiang Weiming's three meals.

Jiang Weisheng goes to the vegetable market early in the morning to pick vegetables. When cooking porridge in the morning, he can’t wait to start from husking the rice. Except for a few hours of sleep, the rest of the time is either cooking or cooking. dishes on the way.

Jiang Weisheng not only cooks, but also enthusiastically takes a small video of Jiang Feng's finished products. The porridge and side dishes emit a strange light after adding filters, which makes Jiang Feng feel that the porridge is poisoned.

"Xiao Feng, when are you coming back?" Jiang Weiwei squatted in Renyi's small kitchen and made a video call with Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng took a serious look at the time on the upper left corner of the phone, it was 2:11 a.m., that's right.

So now comes the question, why does Jiang Shengsheng start making dinner at 2:11 noon?

"Uncle Jiang, are you cooking porridge for Third Grandpa in the kitchen now?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Yes, this porridge needs to be boiled slowly in a small pot, so that the porridge is delicate and smooth. And this time I added red dates and millet to the porridge, and it tastes better after slow cooking. Your third grandfather Don’t you just drink white porridge, millet porridge, and oatmeal porridge because you can’t eat anything else? There must be no taste in your mouth, so I just want to cook some porridge with flavor for him, and the taste can only be absorbed by cooking slowly.” Jiang Weisheng is happy typical.

Jiang Feng: ...

I am the dignified porridge king who was taught how to cook porridge today.

"By the way, Xiaofeng, you haven't told me when you will be back." Jiang Weiwei asked again.

"The exact time has not been determined. Grandpa said he would stay here for a few more days. He still has some friends who might stay here for a few more days," Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Weisheng was overjoyed: "Great, the doctor told me just now that your third grandfather will be able to eat something else in two days, and if you don't come back, I can make chicken soup and meat soup for him!"

Jiang Feng: ...

"By the way, Uncle Jiang, who cooked Director Zhong's lunch yesterday and today? Did you cook it too?" Jiang Feng felt that with Jiang Weiwei's spirit of cooking dinner for Jiang Weiming at 2:00 noon, he probably lost his mind. To cook for Director Zhong.

"Your dad did it. He doesn't mind the trouble. I told him that I can do it together. If he insists on doing it, he has to send it here." Jiang Weiwei said.

Jiang Feng couldn't help sighing in his heart, Jiang Jiankang is a good comrade, he is so skillful and conscious when he fishes.

"Fengfeng, it's time to change clothes." Wu Minqi reminded, "Don't forget to bring the peach cakes made by Xia Xia, we forgot to take them when we went downstairs yesterday."

Jiang Feng hung up the video call in a hurry, changed into a suit, stuffed the shortbread made by Ji Xia in a plastic bag into a paper bag that looked very textured, held it in his hand, and walked out of the room with Wu Minqi Go knock on the door of the old man's room opposite.

The old man is ready. Although he is not wearing a suit, he is also wearing a black suit, which looks very formal and decent.

The funeral home was some distance away from the city, and it took Jiang Feng and the three of them a lot of time to get there by taxi.

"What are you holding?" The old man asked, staring at the paper bag in Jiang Feng's hand.

"Ji Xia made the peach cakes for Sun Jikai, and asked me to bring them here for him." Jiang Feng explained.

The old man nodded and understood.

When the car was driving in the urban area, the speed was relatively slow. Once it was far away from the urban area, it was as if he was letting himself go. It was so fast that Jiang Feng once thought he was on the set of The Fast and the Furious.

So much so that when getting off the car, the old man almost lost his footing in his first step.

Although the old man was a little dizzy due to the excessive speed of the car, and his mental state was not as good as when he first left the hotel, but because of this, he had an added sense of sadness, which was more in line with the current environment.

Many people came to Sun Guanyun's funeral, not only the chef but also many business partners of the Sun family.

In terms of connections, Sun Guanyun's connections are much wider than Xia Mubing's. If it weren't for the fact that the Sun family would hold a funeral on the third day, many people from other places could not come in time, Jiang Feng believed that there would be many more people attending the funeral than now.

Sun Jikai was standing at the entrance of the funeral parlor. Beside him should be his parents. Jiang Feng guessed that the family of three a few meters away from them should be Sun Jikai's second uncle's family.

Jiang Feng also noticed that Sun Maocai was right in front of them, obviously only one step ahead of them.

Sun Maocai walked up to Sun Jikai's father and said a few words to him. Jiang Feng couldn't hear what he said, nor could he read his lips, but Sun Jikai's father obviously didn't know Sun Maocai, and he was a little dazed when he answered. He nodded and invited him in.

On the other hand, Sun Jikai looked back at Sun Maocai after he entered, obviously recognizing him.

The three of Jiang Feng walked forward.

Sun Jikai won, and led them inside without saying a word. Sun Jikai's second uncle glanced at Jiang Feng and the others.

"The process of our family's funeral is relatively complicated, so it will take a long time. My dad and second uncle prepared dinner in Jubaolou. If you want to, you can have a dinner together. The taste should be better than what you ate last night "Compared with the state of last night, Sun Jikai looked a little more tired now, and it was obvious that some new troubles had been added in this short period of half a day.

"Are there any seating arrangements?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Just sit wherever you want." Sun Jikai said, "If Grandpa Jiang knows someone, you can sit with them."

As soon as Sun Jikai finished speaking, someone stood up and invited Jiang Weiguo to sit beside him.

"Senior Brother Jiang, I still have a few vacancies here, why don't you and your nephew come and sit." Sun Maocai who was sitting in a back and remote place suddenly got up and said.

Jiang Weiguo naturally had no objection, after all he basically didn't know everyone present. His nominal senior brothers are basically about the same age as him, the shorter-lived ones have already been buried in the ground, and the ones who are out of town can't catch up, and he won't recognize them for a while when they arrive-they are all young boys when they know each other , Now it has become a group of bad old men, who can recognize it.

Thinking about it this way, Sun Maocai was quite powerful, and he recognized Jiang Weiguo, who was already an old man, at a glance.

Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi quickly went in and sat down, they were as quiet as chickens. They could all tell that Sun Maocai was not drinking because he wanted to talk to Sun Jikai.

Sure enough, Sun Maocai struck up a conversation with Sun Jikai in the next second.

"Xiao Kai, right? If I'm not wrong."

"En." Sun Jikai was a little cautious, obviously not clear about Sun Maocai's intentions.

"I'm very sorry about your grandfather." Sun Maocai said.

"Thank you." Sun Jikai said.

"He mentioned you to me. I met your grandfather at a culinary art exchange meeting more than ten years ago, and we said a few words. At that time, he told me that his grandson's culinary talent is very good. , given time, he will definitely be able to surpass him." Sun Maocai said.

Sun Jikai looked at him without speaking, feeling as if he was thinking about it.

"I have been living in Hong Kong City for a long time these years, and I haven't been back for many years. After I came back this time, I found that it has really changed a lot. I miss it, and I want to move back."

"Your grandfather is my senior brother and my elder brother. I can also be regarded as your god-grandfather. If you encounter any problems in the future, you can come to me at any time. I am happy to help, and I can do anything."

"I think you are quite busy so I won't bother you. Let's chat when you have time." Sun Maocai smiled at Sun Jikai and sat down.

Sun Jikai was slightly taken aback.