Life is a Game

"Thank you, I will contact you if necessary." Sun Jikai was stunned for a while before saying, nodded at Sun Maocai and left in a hurry.

Kind of like running away.

There was still some time before the funeral, and the guests seated were basically chatting with familiar people. Although Jiang Feng was sitting in the corner, there were people in front of and behind him. As long as he pricked up his ears, he could hear a lot of gossip.

For example, the fight between Sun Jikai's mother and Uncle Sun Jikai, the fight between Sun Jikai's parents, the fight between Sun Jikai's father and Uncle Sun Jikai.

Other people's comments are half-true and adulterated after all, so Jiang Feng will not take it seriously, but even half-true and adulterated gossip is very interesting.

Just when Jiang Feng was listening to the gossip, Sun Mao, who had been looking down at his phone with his head down and squinting, spoke.

"Brother Jiang, do you think that Sun Jikai's personality is much better than his grandfather's?" Sun Maocai said.

The old man didn't like to gossip at first, but now he is idle, and said: "It's not only better, Sun Guanyun is not worthy of beating at his age."

"Young people, they always have a youthful spirit, and it's normal to be quick-tempered." Sun Maocai said.

"You don't." The old man said, "I remember that you have always had a good temper, and you never blush when you beat me back."

Sun Maocai smiled: "Aren't you too? Although you have a bad temper, you have always been calm."

"I was in my 30s and I had two sons. How old are you? Not even 10 years old."

"I'm different." Sun Maocai said, "I was picked up by the master. I have no father or mother. Naturally, I am different from your older brothers."

"Senior brother Jiang, do you know what is the one thing that impressed me the most about you?"

The old man looked at Sun Maocai.

"You masked Zhang Kun (Brother Sun Guanyun) 9 times, making him think that Senior Brother Sun hired thugs to maliciously retaliate and kill him. He was so scared that he sold his property and dragged his family to move to the north." Sun Maocai laughed.

The old man coughed twice: "Who said I did it? Didn't the police not find the murderer back then? Maybe it was because he did too many wicked things and some people couldn't get used to it."

Jiang Feng: ...

As expected of the old man.

Sun Maocai smiled without saying a word.

After Sun Maocai exposed Jiang Weiguo in public, Jiang Weiguo couldn't hold back, so he quickly changed the subject: "Do you really want to move back from Hong Kong City?"

"It's time to move back."

The two chatted some very unnutritive and polite words, such as married? How old is the child? Where are you studying? Relatives like this must ask questions during the holidays until the funeral begins.

Although the Sun family was full of internal conflicts, Sun Guanyun's funeral was quite decent. Although the link was a bit cumbersome, it was solemn enough, and it didn't look like it was prepared in a hurry.

When all the ceremonies were over, it was almost dinner time.

Sun Jikai's second uncle specially prepared vehicles to take the guests to Jubaolou, some of them declined the dinner invitation and left alone.

Jiang Feng didn't feel much when he came to Jubaolou for the second time, but he felt that the lights were brighter today than last night. It may be because the boss and his family are all there, this time the waiters are very enthusiastic and have a very good attitude.

It is worth mentioning that the young waitress from last night seemed to remember Jiang Feng and Sun Maocai, and she was taken aback when she saw that the four of them walked in together.

There were quite a lot of people eating. Jiang Feng estimated that in addition to attending the funeral, there were also staff responsible for organizing the funeral and other employees of the Sun family. Jiang Feng counted a total of 12 tables, but none of them were full. Jiang Feng's table only sat 4 of them, which was the table with the least number of people.

It seems extravagant for 4 people to enjoy a table of dishes, and it also seems that they are not very popular.

From the moment he was seated, Sun Maocai glanced towards the kitchen door from time to time.

"What's wrong?" the old man asked after noticing Sun Maocai's strange behavior.

After the short chat with the unnourished parents before, the relationship between the old man and Sun Maocai has become a little closer, and it feels like an old man reunited after a long absence.

"It's nothing, I just remembered that the kitchen door was not installed here." Sun Maocai said.

The old man glanced at the kitchen door, completely unimpressed: "Maybe, you remember everything that happened so many years ago."

Sun Maocai smiled: "Maybe it's because I have a good memory."

Wu Minqi had no sense of presence from the beginning of the funeral, and kept silent from the beginning to the end. The main reason was that she really had nothing to say, and she was here to attend the funeral for her grandfather, so it was not easy for her to say small things to Jiang Feng on such a solemn occasion.

In addition, there are not many people who know each other, so they don't talk at all, even if they sit at the dinner table, they just hang their heads down and play with their mobile phones, eavesdropping on gossip.

The same was true for Jiang Feng, who was so focused on playing with his phone that when Sun Jikai ran to him and called him, he was so scared that he almost threw the phone out.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Feng asked while clutching his phone.

"I want to ask you a favor." Sun Jikai whispered.

"Ding, found an optional side mission." The system prompt sounded at the right time.

Jiang Feng:!

"Okay, I'll help you!" Jiang Feng agreed on the spot.

Sun Jikai:?

Is his relationship with Jiang Feng good enough to agree to help without asking?

"Come with me to the kitchen." Sun Jikai led Jiang Feng towards the kitchen.

"Don't you need to change your clothes?" Jiang Feng asked as he walked.

"Not now." Sun Jikai said.

Push the door and enter.

The kitchen and the lobby are two worlds, which can be felt from the temperature. As a cook, Jiang Feng was naturally more used to and adapted to the back kitchen. Even though the back kitchen was noisy and hot, this was his battlefield.

It's just that this time I came to someone else's battlefield.

There are still many employees in the back kitchen of Jubao Building. Everyone has something to do and is orderly. Everyone is so busy that it is completely impossible to see that yesterday's terrible dish was actually made by these chefs who seem to be working hard.

"Little boss." The kitchen staff greeted Sun Jikai, and Jiang Feng almost thought that person was calling him.

"Master Wei, how is the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon?" Sun Jikai asked.

"It's almost there. It will be ready in a few minutes. It's just that the number of guests tonight is different from what Mr. Sun told us before, so there are a lot more." Master Wei said.

Sun Jikai nodded: "Don't worry about the extra, if there is a customer who wants a second portion, just serve it to him. Don't worry about these eight-treasure chestnut pigeons, I will be responsible for thickening them."

Sun Jikai said so, and Master Wei has nothing to object to. He turned his head to glance at Jiang Feng, apparently wanting to know where this person came from, but he didn't ask because he was brought in by Sun Jikai, Master Wei.

After Master Wei went away to do other things, Jiang Feng asked in a low voice, "Do you want me to help you thicken the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon?"

Sun Jikai nodded.

"Many old diners of Jubaolou came here today, and many of them have not frequented Jubaolou since a while ago. Today is an opportunity."

Jiang Feng understood Sun Jikai's thoughts. For the old diners of Jubaolou, the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon was probably the dish that most reminded them of their fond memories of Jubaolou.

As long as it succeeds this time, and Sun Jikai can reorganize Jubaolou in the next time, the business of Jubaolou should pick up soon.

"I know, it's no problem to leave it to me to thicken it." Jiang Feng looked confident.

When it comes to thickening the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon, he is a skilled worker.

"By the way, where is the toilet?"

There are still a few minutes before the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon is cooked, so he can hurry up and go to the toilet to see what the side mission is.

Sun Jikai:?

"The 2nd floor is in the opposite direction from Taifeng Building. Turn right, then turn left, and then... Forget it, I'll take you there. There are no other customers in the store tonight. I don't think there are many waiters on the 2nd floor."