Life is a Game

When eating hot pot, it is natural to have iced Coke.

The iced dark brown cola is bubbling and bubbling in the cup, and the hot reddish-brown hot pot is bubbling and bubbling in the pot, one red and one brown, one big and one small, complementing each other, double stimulation, multiple times hapiness.

Jiang Feng had a mouthful of mutton rolls, a mouthful of coke, a mouthful of hairy belly, a mouthful of coke, a mouthful of cuttlefish balls, and a mouthful of coke. He was as happy as a fairy.

"Fengfeng, there's something on your clothes." Wu Minqi originally wanted to ask Jiang Feng to hand him the soy milk, but his eyes fell on Jiang Feng's collar, and he pointed at the stained area.

Jiang Feng looked down and found that it was not the hot pot ingredients but the syrup that had been stained on the orange juice candy before. The color of the syrup was very similar to the color of his clothes. If it wasn't for Wu Minqi's sharp eyes, he might not have noticed until the clothes were thrown into the washing machine.

Wu Minqi picked up a piece of frozen tofu from the hot pot, looked at the boiling hot pot as if thinking of something, a bewildered chopstick missed the frozen tofu and slid into the pot again. Jiang Feng, who was fishing for the quail eggs in the clear soup pot next door, quickly scooped up the frozen tofu with a spoon and put it in Wu Minqi's bowl.

Jiang Feng gave Wu Minqi a look and asked her what's wrong.

Wu Minqi picked up the frozen tofu and took a bite, thought for a while, swallowed the tofu, and asked, "Sun Jikai, Grandpa Sun's will hasn't been announced yet, right?"

Sun Jikai nodded: "The will is still with the lawyer. My father and my second uncle mean to announce the will after all matters related to grandpa's funeral are completely over. It will be announced next week at the latest."

Wu Minqi did not speak.

Sun Jikai asked, "What's wrong?"

"When I was talking with my mother on the phone this afternoon, my mother mentioned something to me. It's actually not a big deal. Maybe I was thinking too much." Wu Minqi stammered.

Her uncharacteristic appearance made Jiang Feng and Sun Jikai involuntarily put down their chopsticks and looked at her.

"Did you know... your second uncle bought a building?" Wu Minqi asked.

Jiang Feng:?

Is your Sun family already rich to this point?

"I know, I probably bought it around December last year, what's wrong?" Sun Jikai looked normal.

"My mother also heard from others that your second uncle seems to be opening a hotel." Wu Minqi said, "Maybe I'm overthinking it, but do you know the contents of your grandfather's will?"

Sun Jikai didn't say clearly: "It's normal for my second uncle to want to open a hotel. A few years ago, he has been suggesting to my grandpa to turn Jubaolou into a hotel, with catering as the supplementary hotel management, but my grandpa scolded this plan back."

"In recent years, the business of Jubao Building has been getting worse year by year. In addition, the catering industry is not in a good mood. My second uncle is good at management, so he has always had the idea of ​​running a hotel." It’s ample, it’s not difficult to open a hotel.”

"That's good." Wu Minqi smiled.

"Speaking of which, how is Taifeng Tower doing?" Sun Jikai asked.

"Ah?" Jiang Feng didn't expect the topic to change so suddenly, "It's pretty good, what's the matter?"

"Isn't the shopping mall next to yours newly opened a French restaurant? I heard that the chef is a chef of a Michelin two-star restaurant. I thought that the business of Taifeng Building would be affected to some extent." Sun Jikai stretched out his chopsticks to pick it up The mutton roll floating on the surface of the spicy pot was accidentally cut off by Jiang Feng.

"It has an influence, and the influence is quite large." Jiang Feng did not have the self-consciousness and sense of crisis of becoming the owner of Taifeng Building at all. "It seems that there are a lot fewer customers, isn't it Qiqi?"

Wu Minqi nodded: "The two days before we came here, the kitchen was indeed much more relaxed than before."

"But I don't think it has much to do with the opening of the restaurant on the top floor." Jiang Feng said, "The third grandpa suddenly fell ill and was hospitalized, and my grandpa was absent-minded. His heart is unstable. Everyone is not as focused on work as before, and even I am always in a daze My mind is distracted, the number of bad reviews in the ordering system is many times higher than before."

Sun Jikai:?

Your restaurant has become like this, why do I think you are not worried at all.

"But fortunately, there is a room manager. If she hadn't been in charge of the lobby, dealt with the bad reviews of the guests, made up for it in time and gave small gifts, it is estimated that the turnover would have dropped a little."

"The managers have to hire professionals, who are different from my mother." Jiang Feng sighed.

The speaker didn't care but the listener did, the alarm bell in Sun Jikai's heart rang softly.

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After a pleasant hot pot meal, they naturally broke up and went back home. Sun Jikai still had some matters to deal with in Jubaolou, so he took a taxi and left first. Jiang Feng hadn't eaten hot pot for a while, and he devoured the meal quickly and furiously, very rarely showing the aura of the Jiang family at the dinner table. I didn't feel it when I was eating, but after I finished eating, I realized that I couldn't hold on. This hot pot restaurant is not too far from the hotel, so Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi decided to go back and take a walk.

The young couple walked back to the hotel holding hands, naturally they wanted to talk about some topics that should be talked about during the walk.

"Qiqi, when you were eating just now, you said you were thinking too much. What did you think so much?" Jiang Feng asked curiously. He had held back this question for a long time, and he dared not ask until Sun Jikai returned.

Wu Minqi looked at Jiang Feng helplessly, and felt that her boyfriend was really not suitable to be the heir of the restaurant, without any sensitivity at all.

"I'm worried that the management and decision-making power of Jubao Building does not belong to Sun Jikai's family." Wu Minqi said.

"Why?"

"Sun Jikai's family's business model is different from ours. Ours only operates restaurants, and theirs is a company. In addition to Jubaolou, there are many peripheral businesses." Wu Minqi explained, "When my mother and I talked about this matter on the phone this afternoon, my first reaction was that Sun Jikai's second uncle wanted to change Jubaolou into a hotel business model."

"It would be very difficult to run a hotel independently without the brand of Jubaolou. Without any connections and foundation, no reputation, and no relevant experience in operating hotels, it would be very risky to spend a lot of money to buy a property and operate a hotel under such circumstances. invest."

"However, if the business model of Jubao Building is changed to a hotel business model, it will be much smoother, and the risk will be relatively much smaller." Wu Minqi said, "Maybe I really think too much, or it may be my subjective opinion. I feel that the relationship between Sun Jikai's family and his second uncle's family is not good..."

"Maybe it's because I've watched too many TV shows recently."

In the last sentence, Wu Minqi's voice suddenly dropped.

"What have you been watching lately?"

"Ji Yue recommended it to me. It's an old drama. The plot is bloody but surprisingly good. Car accidents, amnesia, miscarriages, cancer, battles between wealthy families, inheritance wars."

Jiang Feng: ...

What kind of messed things did Ji Yue watch all these years.

"But Grandpa Sun has left the Treasure Tower to Sun Jikai. I must be thinking too much."

"How do you know?" Jiang Feng was confused.

"Sun Jikai said it."

"Did he say it?"

"I said it."

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

"How is Grandpa Jiang recovering today?" Wu Minqi changed the subject without explaining.

"Ah." Jiang Feng stopped in his tracks, and quickly took out his cell phone, "I forgot to ask, I was so anxious when I went out this morning that I forgot about it."

Swearing is a mistake!

"Did Jiang Bo not send a message to tell you?" Wu Minqi also stopped, watching Jiang Feng click on WeChat to send a message to Jiang Shengsheng.

"Now the third grandpa is in charge of three meals a day. He must be very busy. It's normal that he didn't send me a message." Jiang Feng edited the message and clicked send, then copied that paragraph, changed a few words and sent it again To Jiang Yong.

"Let's go Qiqi, when they get back to me, I'll ask if I can make a video call with the third grandpa to see how he is." Jiang Feng put the phone back in his jacket pocket, "I just don't know that the third grandpa is asleep No."

"It's not even 8 o'clock, so I'm sure you haven't slept. Let's go quickly. If we don't arrive at the hotel until after nine o'clock, Grandpa Jiang may really be asleep." Wu Minqi smiled, took Jiang Feng's hand and quickened his pace.