Life is a Game

After Jiang Weiming regained his normal sense of taste, he was like a child eating for the first time. Everything he saw was new and he wanted to taste it.

He tasted chickpea curds, minced garlic made with ginger, or extra sauce, to the cucumbers, tomatoes, white radishes and various fruits that can be eaten raw in the kitchen, the broth in the pot, the leftover meat slices at noon, and the cabinet. The pickles and jams in it, even Wu Minqi's collection of chili noodles, I tasted all of them.

"Master, the doctor told you not to eat heavy sugar. You have eaten all the rock sugar, white sugar, brown sugar, brown sugar, and plum sugar. You really can't eat this maltose. You will eat half a pack tomorrow!" Jiang Weiwei grabbed his hand The maltose on it is sworn to death.

This maltose was sent by Ji Yue's grandma, and it was a snack made of sesame seeds. It was put into the cabinet in the back kitchen and Jiang Weiming just dug it out.

Everyone:? ? ?

Is it a sugar problem? ? ? ?

"Xiao Feng, is there something about your third grandfather that I don't know about?" Jiang Weiguo watched the third brother's deceptive behavior award for a long time, and finally realized something, and looked directly at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng: ...

Anyway, now that Jiang Weiming's sense of taste had recovered, there was nothing to hide, so he just told the truth.

"The third grandfather was sick before, and after he recovered, he lost his sense of taste." Jiang Feng said honestly.

The old man's eyes widened in an instant, and he returned to normal in a blink of an eye. He looked at Jiang Weiming, who was about to give up maltose and was about to go back to eat rock candy with a smile, but Jiang Weiming stopped him.

"Who else knows?" the old man asked.

"Jiang Bo and I discovered it by accident. Third Grandpa didn't want others to know about it, so we didn't dare to say it. I didn't mean to hide it from you. Both Jiang Bo and I felt that Third Grandpa couldn't accept it for a while. I want to tell everyone after he can accept it." Jiang Feng was afraid that the old man would be angry, so he quickly explained.

The old man was not angry, he waved his hand: "I'm not angry, it's because I've been negligent during this time. I thought your third grandpa didn't go into the kitchen or cook very much these days because he just recovered from a serious illness and he couldn't bear it. I didn't realize it. "

Jiang Feng was surprised to find that the old man's temper had improved.

"So..." The old man propped his chin with his hands, "Third brother, did he suddenly regain his sense of taste while eating chickpeas?"

Although the old man inadvertently told the truth, Jiang Feng still had to forcefully explain: "The third grandpa lost his sense of taste suddenly because of illness. normal."

In order to prevent the old man from thinking too much, Jiang Feng specially emphasized: "It just so happened that I ate chickpea pudding this afternoon. If the third grandfather ate the oden next door, he might be able to taste it."

The old man didn't think much about it at all. He didn't know about Jiang Weiming's loss of taste. Now that Jiang Weiming's sense of taste is back to normal, he didn't want to delve into it. He simply pretended that he didn't know anything.

"Since this is the case, you will be told about it with others, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble." The old man warned, and glanced at the pot, "There are so many chickpea curds, why don't you divide them up, and keep a bowl for me. Go out and look around, it's too stuffy in here."

After speaking, the old man left, his steps were still hurried but relaxed and joyful.

"Good grandpa!" Jiang Feng said loudly to the old man's back.

Although some time was delayed because Jiang Weiming's chef tasted all kinds of flavors, everyone finally ate chickpeas.

It's not a particularly freshly cooked, delicious chickpea flower.

Jiang Feng not only left a bowl for the old man, but also left a bowl for Jiang Weiming for him to eat after kneading the rock candy.

The chickpea flower was made by Jiang Feng, so naturally he also distributed it.

The way of distribution is very simple. If you have a good relationship, eat more, and if you have a normal relationship, eat less. Everyone can eat, and if you eat, you earn. Facing chickpeas, which is their daily salary, everyone has no other emotions except excitement and happiness. You eat a bowl, and I eat a bowl, in the back kitchen, in the lobby, in the corner, at the door, or eat big or small mouthfuls, and the air is full of joy. the taste of.

Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian, as Jiang Feng's biological father and biological mother, naturally ate the biggest bowls. They sat in the corner of the back kitchen with a small chair, and changed from the heroic eating in the past, holding a bowl of chicken and eating like a chicken. Chickpeas.

"Jiankang, we really gave birth to a good son!" Wang Xiulian actually didn't eat Jiang Feng's dishes these days, nor did she drink the broth that day. Not as good as the one I ate myself now.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiulian felt that the people who praised Jiang Feng in front of her these days were really bad.

What is it that your son cooks are delicious.

Can the dishes her son cooks be described as delicious?

It's delicacies, it's delicious, it's eight precious foods, it's the level that even the adults next door want to cry together, okay?

Wang Xiulian felt that she had to learn from her sister-in-law, and her vocabulary was a bit weak after not being aggressive all these years.

"Yes, wife." Jiang Jiankang nodded in agreement, full of pride.

Although he can't do it, he can do it!

Jiang Jiankang had always thought that although his son was sensible, well-behaved and considerate, and liked to sleep in and fish like him, he was a bit honest, not as smart as his nephews, and his body was too weak. Some regrets.

Now all these regrets are gone, and some only have pride and pride.

Although his son is thin and small, but his son is very good at cooking!

Although he's honest, he's a good cook!

Although his son is not as smart as some of his nephews, he is a good cook!

Jiang Jiankang is so lucky to have such an excellent son!

He is Jiang Feng's biological father. Will Jiang Feng cook any good dishes without his mouthful in the future?

The more Jiang Jiankang thought about it, the happier he became, and he even ate chickpeas faster.

Wang Xiulian patted Jiang Jiankang's arm: "Why are you eating so fast, it's gone!"

"Oh." Jiang Jiankang slowed down his eating.

"By the way." Jiang Jiankang suddenly realized after eating half a bowl of chickpeas. He didn't take a photo to post to the family group!

At such a critical moment, how can you not take pictures and send them to the family group to share with everyone?

Jiang Jiankang looked at the chickpea curds in his bowl and the chick bean curds in Wang Xiulian's bowl, and said, "Wife, wait a moment, let me pat the chick bean curds in your bowl and send them to elder brother and them."

Wang Xiulian had no choice but to stop eating and take up half a bowl of chickpeas: "Then you take better pictures."

"Okay!"

Jiang Jiankang chose his most commonly used filter according to his habit, clicked a photo, and posted it to the family group.

I love going to work and I am happy: Xiaofeng just made the chickpea pudding this afternoon. Dad and Sanbo said it was delicious after eating it. It is not inferior to what Sanbo made last time [thumb][thumb][thumb]

I love work and I am happy: [image]

Jiang Jiankang put down his phone and continued to eat chickpeas. After another ten minutes or so, he finally finished licking the bowl of chickpeas before taking out his phone again to check the family group. He found that the family group was quiet and no one was talking.

Jiang Jiankang:?

Is everyone busy?

What Jiang Jiankang didn't know was that the family group was quiet, but Jiang Feng's mobile phone was almost overwhelmed by news from uncles, aunts, and cousins. When it arrived, it started frantically popping the screen, until the phone exploded.

All in all, in one sentence, his WeChat exploded.

Besieged by everyone's rainbow farts.

The interface is stuck and can't be clicked or turned on. It can only be shut down and restarted.

Jiang Feng, who couldn't open WeChat without even reading the first message clearly: ...

Did his father post something that shouldn't be posted in the family group?