Life is a Game

Since such a memory fell from the sky, Jiang Feng naturally wanted to read it.

Not only to watch, but to watch right now.

Jiang Feng clicked on the properties panel, turned to the props bar, found [Sun Jikai's memory] and clicked Yes.

Jiang Feng was once again shrouded in fog.

Jiang Feng was very familiar with the place where he played this time. It was the small kitchen dedicated to Sun Jikai in the back kitchen of Jubao building. Although the appearance was a little different from the current one, Jiang Feng could tell that this was the small kitchen based on the interior space, the placement of kitchen utensils and seasonings.

The protagonist, little radish Ding Sun Jikai, was sitting on Jiang Feng's right, eating rice with a spoon.

Jiang Feng had seen children eating before, but what he had seen were the two sisters Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing eating when they were young. That is a person who swallows thousands of miles like a tiger, and his fat body contains a lot of energy. From the age of three or four, he does not need to be fed by adults and can eat with a spoon by himself.

But what Jiang Feng didn't expect was that Sun Jikai was like this when he was a child.

Jiang Feng carefully looked at the rice in Sun Jikai's bowl. The food was mixed together, probably for the convenience of him eating with a spoon. The vegetables were cut thin and small, and the meat was deboned. Jiang Feng even saw finely chopped fish in the rice, which showed the care of the cook.

Although the food in the bowl looked like a mess, it didn't look good, but just by the way Sun Jikai ate his food, it could be seen that the taste should be quite good.

On the table in the corner, Jiang Feng saw familiar sandbags and some special props. There are a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables in the cabinet, and there is a small box of chocolates on the top shelf, which must not be seen by Sun Jikai's height.

After wandering around in the small kitchen, Jiang Feng went through the wall and entered the big kitchen. It was business hours and everyone was very busy. It's not false busyness, it's real busyness, everyone has work to do, and everyone is working hard. Jiang Feng noticed that a small handyman turned over a pot of vegetables in a hurry, and was scolded by a chef next to him.

It's a pretty good working atmosphere.

Jiang Feng took a few steps forward, and saw Sun Guanyun surrounded by several disciples like stars.

Among them, Jiang Feng only knew Qiu Fu. As Sun Guanyun's eldest disciple, Qiu Fu was also the closest to Sun Guanyun. He was holding a small dish of light sauce and wanted to ask Sun Guanyun to taste it and comment.

Sun Guanyun took a sip and said, "It's a little bland."

Qiu Fu put down the sauce with some disappointment.

"How is the practice of deboning the whole pigeon?" Sun Guanyun asked.

"Still practicing." Qiu Fu whispered.

"Hurry up." Sun Guanyun glanced in Jiang Feng's direction, "Remember to call Xiaokai back in half an hour, it was too late yesterday."

"I know Master."

Jiang Feng turned his head to look, only to realize that Sun Jikai had already finished his lunch and slipped out of the small kitchen, waiting for an opportunity to open the door of the back kitchen.

In fact, there was no need for Sun Jikai to pretend to be sneaky. Jiang Feng felt that the entire back kitchen should have seen him.

Maybe kids like this.

Sun Jikai, who was obsessed with sneaking out, thought he had seized the right time, quietly opened the back kitchen door, and tiptoed out.

Sure enough, Jiang Feng saw Sun Maocai outside the door.

Different clothes, same location.

Perhaps because he often saw Sun Maocai here, Sun Jikai already recognized him. Sun Jikai first looked up and didn't see his father, so he walked two steps up to Sun Maocai and spoke boldly.

"Uncle, I always see you sitting in this position." Sun Jikai said.

"Uncle also often sees you running out of the kitchen." Sun Maocai said with a smile.

"Uncle, have you seen my father?" Sun Jikai asked.

"Your father seems to have gone to the second floor."

Sun Jikai nodded, wanted to say something more, thought for a while and continued: "Uncle, don't you really like to eat the dishes made by my grandpa?"

"That's right, your grandpa's dishes are very delicious, even better than those made by others. Uncle often comes here to eat because he likes to eat." Sun Maocai said warmly, speaking in a tone like a kindergarten teacher coaxing a class The children are average.

"Then uncle, don't come next week."

"Um?"

"My grandpa is going out next week. It seems that he is going to...whatever, I don't need to come over next week. Uncle, if you come next week, you won't be able to eat the dishes made by my grandpa. My grandpa's apprentices cook None of the dishes I cook are as delicious as my grandfather's." Sun Jikai looked solemn.

"Okay, thank you for the reminder." Sun Maocai took out a piece of candy from his pocket as if remembering something, "Thank you for reminding uncle to treat you to orange candy."

Sun Jikai stared at the candy in Sun Maocai's hand, hesitated for a moment, and took it: "Thank you uncle."

"By the way, uncle also wants to ask you, is your grandfather going to attend the culinary arts exchange meeting in the next province next week?" Sun Maocai asked.

Sun Jikai nodded: "It seems to be this."

"Thank you."

At this moment, Sun Jikai saw Sun Changping coming down from the second floor, and hurried to Sun Changping, unwrapping the wrapping paper of the candy while running, and stuffed the irregular lump into his mouth.

"Father." Sun Jikai yelled vaguely with sugar in his mouth.

"What's in your mouth?" Sun Changping asked.

"The uncle at the door gave me a piece of candy." Sun Jikai said.

Sun Changping lightly hit Sun Jikai on the head, and reprimanded him: "How many times have I told you, don't take other people's things, and don't eat things from strangers."

"Oh." Sun Jikai pouted, trying hard to chew the candy in his mouth, it seemed that the candy was a bit sticky to his teeth.

"Dad, this candy is delicious, next time you can buy this for me." Sun Jikai handed the candy wrapper to his father.

Sun Changping took the candy wrapper, picked it up with a puzzled face and looked at it repeatedly, from the front to the back.

"What kind of candy wrapper is this? Why is it all in English?" Sun Changping muttered, walking towards Sun Maocai.

"Sir, I'm sorry to bother you. You gave my son a piece of candy just now, and he clamored for me to buy him the same one, so I want to ask you what brand this candy is? Where did you buy it?" Sun Changping asked.

Sun Maocai grabbed a few more candies wrapped in similar candy wrappers from his pocket, and handed them to Sun Changping: "This candy is not for sale. I gave it to a restaurant in Hong Kong two days ago when I was eating, so I just bought a few candies." Put it in your pocket, if your son likes it, give it to him. Next time, if they still deliver from the restaurant, I'll bring some over."

Sun Changping took the candy: "Thank you, I don't need to trouble you like this."

"It's just a little effort."

Sun Jikai was still standing in the previous position, looking at his father and Sun Maocai from a distance, chewing candy, staring straight at the candy in their hands.

Jiang Feng also stared at the candy in Sun Changping's hand. He had never seen such a weird candy. Although the wrapping paper was the same, the candies inside were of different sizes, as if they were homemade.

Looking at it, Jiang Feng couldn't see the candy in Sun Changping's hand clearly.

Thick fog hits.

Jiang Feng left his memory.