Life is a Game

After Jiang Weiguo left the back kitchen, he returned to the previous room. In addition to packing his luggage, he also needed to make the bed and bedding and clean the room.

Sun Guanyun waited for him in the room without leaving, sitting on the bed with his arms wrapped around his chest, looking a bit like a renter.

Jiang Feng discovered that Sun Guanyun, who was in his 20s, and Sun Guanyun, who was in his 70s, had one thing in common. When they saw Jiang Weiguo, they were like cats who saw dogs. Although they didn't dare to provoke directly, they always wanted to show their paws in front of each other.

"I'm going to make the quilt," Jiang Weiguo said.

Sun Guanyun got up obediently and moved out of the way. Jiang Weiguo quickly folded the quilt. In the blink of an eye, the quilt turned into a flat tofu block, obviously a skilled worker.

Seeing this scene, Sun Guanyun wanted to laugh at him: "You don't fold the quilt and do housework every day at home, do you?"

Jiang Weiguo glanced at him with the expression that you just don't have a wife: "My wife has to go to work alone with three children. If I don't do housework, who will do it? A maid who fell from the sky?"

Sun Guanyun: ...

"What does my father want from you?"

"Assessment." Jiang Weiguo said concisely.

Seeing that he finally got to the serious business, Sun Guanyun immediately cheered up: "I advise you not to pack your things so early, if you fail today's assessment, you have to come back again."

"If it doesn't pass, I have to go back today. If I don't go to work tomorrow afternoon, my salary will be deducted. My third child just gave birth. If the salary is deducted, he won't even have rice soup after weaning."

"Your son can be involved in everything you say?" Sun Guanyun couldn't bear it.

"My third child was just born."

Sun Guanyun: ...

"Let's clean it up later, maybe you will live here next year." Sun Guanyun cursed Jiang Weiguo viciously, and left angrily.

Jiang Weiguo was not surprised by Sun Guanyun's appearance, and continued to tidy up the room. It might be because the room was small and had no furniture. Even though Jiang Weiguo folded the bed and wiped the table clean, the floor was cleaned again, and it still looked the same as before.

Maybe it was because there was really nothing to do, Jiang Weiguo opened the closed canvas bag after cleaning the room, and counted things one by one. While counting and thinking, it seems to be confirming.

After re-counting things, Jiang Weiguo stuffed the canvas bag under the bed again, and left the room to go to the back kitchen of Jubao Building.

At this time, someone was already working in the back kitchen. Jiang Feng saw Sun Guanyun instructing a child who looked less than ten years old to chop vegetables. Based on his appearance and age, Jiang Feng could be sure that this child was Sun Maocai.

"It's too thick. When I was your age, the radish slices could see through. Make it thinner. Be steady with the knife, and cut quickly. Don't grind it like chopping ribs here." of."

"How many years have you been learning how to cook when you were his age, what's there to show off when you can cut transparent radish slices." Jiang Weiguo complained.

"Senior brother Jiang." Sun Maocai stopped his movements to greet Jiang Weiguo, "I just heard from senior brother Sun that you are going to be assessed at noon today, congratulations."

"Stop what you're doing. I could cut meat when I was your age. You're still cutting radishes here. It's too late to start, so don't hurry up." Sun Guanyun glanced at Jiang Weiguo, "What's there to congratulate on the assessment? Whether it will pass or not is not certain."

Sun Guanyun made himself a villain with his mouth.

Maybe it was because he was a bit bored, or maybe it was because he felt that he would not be able to quarrel with Sun Guanyun in the future, so he had to hurry up and quarrel, but Jiang Weiguo answered very rarely.

"I didn't see you like this during other people's assessments." Jiang Weiguo very consciously took a pot of potatoes and walked to the edge of the kitchen counter, and began to wash his hands and cut the potatoes.

Sun Guanyun didn't care whether Sun Maocai's sliced ​​radishes were thin or not, he brought a pot of potatoes that was more than Jiang Weiguo's, walked up to him and began to slice the potatoes.

"Do you think that Buddha Jumping over the Wall is a Chinese cabbage on the sidelines, anyone can learn it, and anyone can learn it? My father has taken so many registered disciples, so he taught you Buddha Jumping over the Wall alone." Sun Guanyun stared at Tudou holding the Knife, pretending to be working in a low voice.

"Of course I know. This shows that the master thinks that I can learn it before teaching."

"Overestimate your own capabilities. Do you think my Buddha Jumping Wall is the same as the ones in those small shops outside? You only fished for three days and posted nets for two days. After eight years of learning, you want to learn it. It's a dream." Sun Guanyun used it at the beginning and at the end. An idiom echoes from beginning to end.

"I study here for half a month every year, and go back and think about it for 11 months. If I can't learn it, you think I am you?" Jiang Weiguo used a rhetorical question, emphasizing his tone.

"Don't..."

"Why are you two posting so many potatoes? Do you need so many potatoes at noon today? Guanyun, put your pot back for me!" Sun Zheran used an imperative sentence, double kill.

Sun Guanyun was transferred from the main battlefield, and there was a truce.

The truce is always short, and Sun Guanyun soon discovered that although he could not cut potatoes, he could cut beef. So Sun Guanyun brought a small pot of beef back to Jiang Weiguo, and continued to push.

"Jiang Weiguo, are you really planning to go back and never come back again?" Sun Guanyun asked Jiang Weiguo the first question again.

Jiang Weiguo kept moving his hands, and said, "I don't want to talk about it, why come back after I've learned everything?"

"Didn't you say that you wanted to become a teacher when you first learned how to learn from my dad's baked lobster in soup? Why do you learn Buddhism and jump over the wall instead of baked lobster in soup?" Sun Guanyun slapped the beef on the chopping board.

"Registered disciples can only learn one dish, so naturally they must learn the best one."

"Who said you can only learn one dish? Didn't my dad say that Buddha Jumping the Wall is just teaching his own disciples at the beginning? In the end, he didn't teach you. You can learn another dish!"

Jiang Weiguo:?

"No need, the third child in my family is born, and the eldest will go to school in two years, so it's inconvenient to run back and forth like before," Jiang Weiguo said.

"Why do you mention your son again? How can you involve your son in these things?"

Jiang Weiguo gave Sun Guanyun a meaningful look: "You will understand when you have a wife."

Sun Guanyun:? ? ?

"I'm too lazy to talk about this with you. When you come back to your little broken city, you will wait to be isolated from the world. The association will not participate in the exchange meeting, and you won't even take the grade test. You really want to stay in your broken place for the rest of your life. The chef of the Xiaopo State-run Restaurant?" Sun Guanyun looked like he hated iron but steel.

"You didn't even become a chef in a state-run restaurant." Jiang Weiguo gave Sun Guanyun a disgusted look.

Jiang Feng: Pfft.

When the old man was young, he didn't dare to say anything else, he was really good at pissing people off.

"I will definitely be in the future!"

"Let's talk about it when you become the leader."

"Every now and then, fortunately, when I went to Hangzhou to participate in the exchange meeting two months ago, I specially asked you if there are any chefs surnamed Jiang who match the age of your brothers."

Hearing Sun Guanyun mention this, Jiang Weiguo immediately became serious: "Is there?"

"Participating in exchanges or basically chefs from the south, there are quite a few with the surname Jiang, but according to your standards, are there any who meet your age and have excellent cooking skills?" Sun Guanyun said, "Aren't you from Peiping? Will this brother run back later? Since you want to find someone, why don't you go back to Peiping to look for it?"

"Is the Taifeng Building in Peking open?"

"I haven't heard of it, it should be closed."

"Then no one will go back." Jiang Weiguo looked determined.

"Actually, one of them might fit the bill. I didn't see anyone and I heard it from others. In the provincial capital of Shu, the surname is Jiang. Do you know Wu's restaurant?" Sun Guanyun asked.

"have no idea."

"Didn't I tell you before? The cook named Jiang in Sichuan is said to be better at cooking than the chef at Wu's restaurant. I don't know how old he is, but he is older than you. Do you have a brother who is particularly good at Sichuan cuisine? "

Jiang Weiguo shook his head: "No, there were very few chefs in Beiping, Sichuan and Sichuan back then."

"Then it shouldn't be." Sun Guanyun complained, "Your surname is too common. There are a lot of people surnamed Jiang. If your surname is Sima Nangong Zhongli, even if it is Fan surnamed Gong, it will be easier to find."

Jiang Weiguo ignored him and concentrated on cutting potatoes.

"By the way, I'll take you to the station in the afternoon."

Jiang Weiguo glanced at him at the beginning of the film: "Didn't you just say that I couldn't pass the assessment at noon today?"

Sun Guanyun stopped talking.