Life is a Game

The next thing is very boring. Jiang Feng has seen too many people sleeping in his memory, and he has no interest in admiring the sleeping posture of handsome guys.

Taking advantage of Zhang Guanghang's sleeping time, Jiang Feng tested his range of activities this time. It wasn't very large, only five or six meters away, which could barely pass through the wall. With such a small range of activities, Jiang Feng was destined not to walk around while Zhang Guanghang was sleeping, so he could only look at Zhang Guanghang's bookshelf.

In fact, Zhang Guanghang's room is quite modern. From the current point of view, it is a normal child's room more than ten years ago, with a bed, desk, bookshelf, wardrobe, and other children's rooms except that the room is a bit bigger. It doesn't make any difference.

The books on Zhang Guanghang's bookshelf are basically French, and the Chinese books are those "The Doctrine of the Mean", "The Analects of Confucius", "Book of Changes", which make people have a headache and don't want to read them. The only book that Jiang Feng could understand was "Historical Records".

If this "Historical Records" has annotations, it should still be read as a storybook.

Apart from these confusing books, Zhang Guanghang’s bookshelf also has many notebooks, sticky notes, various notebooks and stacked draft papers. It is very clean and tidy. The desk that a normal kid with homework should have.

Jiang Feng vaguely remembered that when he was tidying up his desk when he graduated from high school, he accidentally found a pack of long-haired squid fillets that had been missing for a year under the nearly half-meter-thick draft paper and exercise books.

When Zhang Guanghang finally woke up, Jiang Feng was so bored that he started counting the stains on the wall.

Zhang Guanghang started to do his homework after waking up, and Xia Mubing came in to check his study progress after almost an hour. In fact, Xia Mubing couldn't understand anything like Jiang Feng. The way he checked his progress was to judge how many words Zhang Guanghang had written. As long as he felt that he had written enough words, the progress was OK.

Regarding this, Jiang Feng could only sigh that it was not easy for Zhang Guanghang to live such a normal life.

After finishing my homework, it was almost time for evening business. At night and at noon, there were four tables of guests, and even the dishes I ordered were quite different. Compared with the relatively simple lunch and dinner, it is relatively richer. There is a stewed chicken with mushrooms.

A whole chicken can't be eaten by two people. Zhang Guanghang eats a lot at his age, but it's just the normal appetite of his peers. Xia Mubing put the remaining half plate of stewed chicken with mushrooms into the refrigerator, and signaled to Zhang Guanghang that he could watch TV. Only then did Jiang Feng realize that Zhang Guanghang didn't seem to have any entertainment during the day.

He didn't know what happened in the morning, but according to his previous memory, Zhang Guanghang should have accompanied Xia Mubing to go grocery shopping in the morning. The whole day was either practicing cooking or studying, and he only watched TV at night. Such a familiar life made Jiang Feng's eyes moist.

Isn't this the winter and summer vacation of his elementary school and junior high school!

The TV was in a special room, so Jiang Feng had to complain about it at this time. He had no idea what Xia Mubing's concept of housing allocation and decoration was.

Logically speaking, there are only two people living in Fenyuan, and Xia Mubing and Zhang Guanghang's houses should be next to each other. But that's not the case. Xia Mubing and Zhang Guanghang's rooms are at least 50 meters apart.

Except for the normal layout of the main hall in the residential part of Fenyuan, there are antique racks, decorations, tables, chairs and benches, the rest of the rooms are so weirdly decorated that people don’t know what those rooms are used for. Maybe it's simply that the house is too big, there are too many rooms, and I don't know what to do, so I decorate things in one and decorate in the other, making it nondescript.

Some rooms have only cabinets, some have only beds, some are like warehouses, and still others are confusing.

For example, in the room watching TV, a room with an area of ​​at least forty square meters actually only has a table, two chairs and an old square TV. That table is not placed in front of the chair, that table is used to put the TV.

After watching TV, Zhang Guanghang washed up and went to bed, while Xia Mubing went back to his room to make a call - Xia Mubing had a cell phone.

Xia Mubing liked to walk around when he was on the phone, as long as the phone conversation was long enough, he could even go around Fenyuan. It's just that the call this time didn't seem so pleasant. Jiang Feng heard Xia Mubing's roar from a long distance away. In order to hear clearly what he was yelling, Jiang Feng walked to the nearest place to Xia Mubing, half of his body was stuck in the wall, so he could barely hear it.

"Fart, he's just a thirteen-year-old kid. You let him accept it and understand what you are eating? He could eat candied haws on his face two years ago. You let him accept it. When I returned to Beiping, I found that everyone I can't accept it even if I'm in my twenties!"

Xia Mubing's voice suddenly rose so high that Jiang Feng was startled.

"If you can cheat in the past two years, why can't you cheat this year?"

"Can't hide it? I can't hide it when I stay with him alone for ten months a year. You adults can't hide it for two months. What's wrong if you can't see him? You two are still alive and he will go back Did you see you when you were here? Don't talk so much shit with me, I warned you not to."

Jiang Feng couldn't hear the rest clearly because Xia Mubing walked away cursing.

Jiang Feng could feel that in the long series of words just now, Xia Mubing had swearing and swearing so many times that he swallowed it back abruptly. Jiang Feng was clear about the final outcome of the negotiation. Xia Mubing must have won.

Because Xia Mubing went to Zhang Guanghang's room with a stinking face after making the phone call, and told him that he didn't have to go back to France in half a month. France decided to send his tutor directly to Beiping because of some urgent matters. International travel.

Zhang Guanghang asked Xia Mubing why, and Xia Mubing made up a random reason saying that your aunt or uncle ate bad food, got sick and went to the hospital for surgery.

Zhang Guanghang believed the reason for such nonsense without any doubt. It can be seen that Zhang Guanghang is still very easy to deceive at this time, it just depends on who is cheating him.

As Jiang Feng expected, after breakfast the next morning, Xia Mubing took Zhang Guanghang to buy vegetables. Along the way, I also met other uncles and aunts who were walking around, all of whom lived nearby.

When they saw Zhang Guanghang, they were all accustomed to it, and they didn't show too much surprise. Those who have a weak relationship will nod at the two of them as a greeting, and those who have a good relationship will say hello directly: "Yo, let's go grocery shopping."

The vegetable market is still the one I saw in my memory last time, but there is no uncle selling candied haws at the door, but there are people selling sugar. Xia Mubing saw a candy seller and asked Zhang Guanghang if he wanted to buy a candy man. Zhang Guanghang shook his head and refused.

Grocery shopping is still the method of buying vegetables as one likes, without a set goal, just go around the vegetable market, buy what you see is good, and what you buy at noon and night today's guests have to eat.

I don't know if it's because Xia Mubing came a little late today, he didn't like anything fresh, but bought a few catties of pork and some vegetables for a token. In the end, he still felt that there was nothing he could do about the lack of dishes, so Xia Mubing ordered six chickens from the chicken vendor and asked him to send them directly to Fenyuan later.

After buying the vegetables, Xia Mubing went home with the vegetables, but Zhang Guanghang didn't want to. He pulled Xia Mubing's hand to signal him to stop, and reminded him, "Take pictures."

It was only then that Xia Mubing remembered that there was such a thing as taking pictures.

Anyway, there weren't many dishes, so Xia Mubing took the dishes and led Zhang Guanghang to the photo studio.

A very old photo studio, Jiang Feng felt that there should be a lot of photo studios in Beiping city at this time, it was really not easy for Xia Mubing to find such an old photo studio. Just looking at the signboard and the inside of the photo studio, Jiang Feng felt that there was almost no difference between this photo studio and the one where Jiang Huiqin and Li Mingyi took wedding photos, except that the camera was not the antique camera that year.

One can imagine the business of such an antique photo studio.

The boss didn't expect a guest to come to the door early in the morning, and he seemed extremely enthusiastic, and asked, "Mr., why don't you bring your grandson to take a photo with you?"

After finishing speaking, the boss noticed that Zhang Guanghang was not a pure-blooded kid from Beiping, and immediately praised him, "Hey, your grandson is still a mixed-race, he looks really good-looking."

Xia Mubing was thinking about other things and didn't care what the boss said: "Take a group photo."

"Do you want to change clothes? We have retro gowns and suits in our store. You only need to add 20 yuan to change clothes, which is much cheaper than other photo studios." The boss enthusiastically sold, "It's just that you two came too early The make-up artist hasn't come yet, but you two don't need make-up, your grandson looks so cute no matter how you take pictures, he will look good."

Jiang Feng looked inside the store. There were very few clothes in this store. There were only seven or eight pieces at a glance. There were also some low-quality props piled up in the corner. There was no one other than the boss. Jiang Feng couldn't help but doubt the makeup artist he was talking about. Whether it exists or not.

"You don't need to fix those fake things, just take a group photo." Xia Mubing said.

"Okay." The boss was still enthusiastic, and led Xia Mubing and Zhang Guanghang to the place where the photo was taken, and pointed to the only Taishi chair among the props that looked relatively high-quality and textured, "Do you think this will work? You sit on the chair Let your grandson stand on the side, it will look better in this way."

Xia Mubing looked at the chair and thought it was okay, and nodded in agreement. The boss quickly moved the chair over and motioned Xia Mubing to sit on it.

Xia Mubing and Zhang Guanghang settled on their positions and postures. The boss raised the camera in a professional-looking posture, and was about to take a picture. He felt that something was wrong, so he looked at Xia Mubing and Zhang Guanghang and put down the camera.

"Grandpa, please smile a little. Your expression is too serious. Look at how happy your grandson is smiling. Smile a little and be gentle," the boss said.

Xia Mubing forced a kind smile.

Maybe it was because he was a little nervous about taking pictures, Xia Mubing's smile was uglier than crying, and his kind smile became core kindness.

boss:……

"You should keep the expression just now, it's good to be dignified."

Xia Mubing:?

Xia Mubing immediately put away his smile, returning to his previous dull expression with a trace of seriousness.

Zhang Guanghang's face still had a brilliant smile showing a hint of silly white sweetness, coupled with his cute face with a touch of handsome youth, Jiang Feng deeply felt that the current old Zhang was indeed a long-haired man. Disabled.

If Zhang Guanghang can still maintain the cute and handsome face of that year, there will be no business in Taifeng Building. You only need to send Lao Zhang outside to cook teppanyaki, and when you are cooking, you can take the time to look up and smile at the customers. It seems that Taifeng Building is not yet...

Wait, why not send Lao Zhang out to make teppanyaki?

Jiang Feng fell into deep thought.

While Jiang Feng was thinking, the photo was taken and Xia Mubing paid all the money.

The boss told Xia Mubing that he could come to pick up the photos in the afternoon, Xia Mubing nodded and led Zhang Guanghang back to Fenyuan with the dishes in hand.

On the way, Zhang Guanghang couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked, "Master, is this your first time taking photos?"

"I did it before." Xia Mubing said.

"Why are there no photos at home?"

Xia Mubing glanced at him: "I took a family portrait many years ago, but it was burned down later."

Zhang Guanghang stopped talking.

Today is Xia Mubing's birthday, but Xia Mubing has no intention of celebrating her birthday at all. It's time to open and work, and even lunch is not rich because of her birthday. Leftover chicken stew with mushrooms from the evening.

After lunch, Zhang Guanghang didn't go back to sleep, but pestered Xia Mubing to make him a pie.

"Pie?" Xia Mubing was suddenly alert, as if he had returned to the fear of being dominated by saffron chicken, "What pie?"

"Apple pie!"

Xia Mubing:? ? ?

Jiang Feng could even read Xia Mubing's heart.

What are you French people? What kind of food is not good for cooking?

"Can you do it?" Xia Mubing asked.

Zhang Guanghang really knows how to make apple pie. This is a very simple homemade dessert, not difficult. But the problem now is that there is no oven in Fenyuan, and Zhang Guanghang can't do it, so he wants Xia Mubing to do it. In Zhang Guanghang's view, Master is omnipotent, even without an oven, he can definitely make something similar to apple pie.

Xia Mubing: ...

No, I can not.

The apprentice was giving face so much, Xia Mubing felt that he was a little sorry for his apprentice's expectations if he didn't do one. He asked carefully what an apple pie was, and finally came to the conclusion that it was an apple pie.

Still a thick crusted scone.

The apple pie that Zhang Guanghang described was a large pie on a round plate. Jiang Feng felt that it was difficult to make that kind of pie with other kitchen utensils besides an oven. If it is the kind of thin rectangular pie sold by KFC, you may be able to fool it by frying it yourself in a pan.

Xia Mubing began to feel a little troubled.

He can make scones, but all he makes are minced scones. Now if he is asked to make apple scones, he is afraid that Zhang Guanghang will not dare to eat them if he can make them.

"You let me study and study." Xia Mubing let Zhang Guanghang go back to the room to sleep, and do his homework after waking up, while he stayed in the kitchen to fight with apples, researching how this thick-skinned apple scone should be. How to do it.