Life is a Game

Zhang Guanghang went back to sleep like yesterday, and did his homework after waking up. The only difference is that he had a relatively short time to do his homework this time. He slipped into the kitchen after only writing for more than half an hour.

Xia Mubing had already figured it out. He set up a picnic-like bonfire on the flat road outside the kitchen, and was baking cakes like a barbecue.

Real scones.

The bonfire was set up very big, but the fire burned very small, only a small cluster of weak flames swaying in the wind, looking weak and helpless. Jiang Feng was able to judge from the firewood scattered on the side, which was obviously pulled out, and Xia Mubing should have deliberately controlled such a small fire.

Xia Mubing sat on a low bench with his body forward, holding the thick-skinned pancake with both hands, his eyes fixed on the pancake in his hand, letting the pancake move over the flames and bake slowly.

"Master." Zhang Guanghang called out.

It was only then that Xia Mubing noticed Zhang Guanghang and gave him a look, which soon returned to the cake: "Did you finish your homework?"

"It's finished."

"That's right, you go to the photo studio to get the photos." Xia Mubing ordered, lifted his body up and moved the bench under his buttocks, changed the direction, and then struggled to bake cakes.

"Master." Zhang Guanghang felt that the thing Xia Mubing was holding was a cake, not a pie, and his intuition told him that the scones were not baked like this, "Is the scones baked like this?"

Jiang Feng felt that Xia Mubing rolled his eyes. Maybe he wanted to roll his eyes. Jiang Feng noticed this thought, so he felt that he had rolled his eyes.

"I want to bake it in a pot. What kind of pie do you want that is so big and has such a thick skin? How can you bake it in a pot?"

"I told you last year to ask you to buy an oven, and you insisted that it was useless." Zhang Guanghang expressed his aggrievedness.

"It's so expensive that it costs thousands of pieces, why would I buy it?" Xia Mubing said angrily.

"When I went to the department store the day before yesterday, I saw that the price of the oven was reduced."

Xia Mubing: ...

"It's useless to lower the price. Why buy that thing?" Xia Mubing waved at Zhang Guanghang, signaling him to go to the photo studio to get a photo.

Seeing that he failed to sell Amway, Zhang Guanghang could only give up and be obedient, and went to get the photos, but Xia Mubing stopped him after only two steps.

"Oven, is it really that useful?"

Jiang Feng:?

Zhang Guanghang:! ! !

"It's easy to use, master is really easy to use, if you buy an oven, you don't have to sit here and use the fire like now..."

"Go get the picture."

"oh."

Zhang Guanghang walked towards the photo studio.

Fenyuan is actually not far from the photo studio. It was a detour from the vegetable market this morning. If you go straight, it only takes 20 minutes to get there.

The photo studio is still the same as it was in the morning, with old signboards, the boss sitting listlessly waiting for business at the door, no customers, and no legendary makeup artist, only a few models that are clean but the styles are old and nothing new, and they look quite Some old-fashioned clothes hang quietly in the store.

The boss still remembered Zhang Guanghang, seeing him coming, he took the initiative to help her get the photo without waiting for Zhang Guanghang to open his mouth.

"Come on, this is the photo you and your grandpa took this morning. I put it away. This photo is very good and very emotional. Next time you and your grandpa want to take pictures, remember to come to my house." The boss said enthusiastically , Trying to attract potential repeat customers who don't know if they will come.

Zhang Guanghang took the photo and stood outside the photo studio staring at the photo in the summer sun. Jiang Feng also stepped forward to look at it together.

In fact, the boss is not wrong, this photo is really very emotional.

The serious-faced old man in dark clothes and the mixed-race blond boy with a colorful country style and a sweet smile, one old and one young, sitting and standing, are inexplicably harmonious and inexplicably emotional in this photo. Jiang Feng felt that if it was a black and white photo and it was a little bit older, it would definitely be included in the textbook.

Jiang Feng noticed that Zhang Guanghang had been staring at Xia Mubing's hand in the photo.

Following his gaze, Jiang Feng was surprised to find that Xia Mubing's hand was clenched into a small fist because of being too nervous, and he placed it on his lap in a seemingly natural, but actually very uncomfortable posture.

It's such a small detail that you can't see it unless you look closely.

Zhang Guanghang stared at the photo for a long time, then turned his head and said to the owner of the photo studio: "Thank you boss, I think this photo is very well taken, and I will definitely come back to you when I take pictures next time."

Hearing what Zhang Guanghang said, the boss was very happy. He wished he could take out some advanced equipment to record Zhang Guanghang’s passage, put a TV in front of the shop and play it on a loop, to prove that his photography skills were amazing. Foreign friends would say good.

Zhang Guanghang left the photo studio.

After leaving the photo studio, he didn't go back to Fenyuan immediately. Instead, he took a detour to a store that looked good, like a grocery store but not like a grocery store, and bought a jar of strawberry jam. After buying the jam, he walked Briskly rushing towards Fenyuan.

After returning to Fenyuan, Zhang Guanghang didn't go straight to the back kitchen immediately, instead he deliberately took a detour to avoid the back kitchen and walked towards his room. After returning to the room, Zhang Guanghang put the jam on the desk, put the photos on the desk, turned them over, and picked up the gel pen to write on the back of the photos.

Seeing that the pen tip was about to fall on the photo, Zhang Guanghang stopped his hand again, put down the pen, rummaged through the cabinet, and found a very delicate pen that looked expensive at first glance.

After filling the pen with ink and trying to write normally, Zhang Guanghang picked up the pen again and wrote a sentence on the photo.

Avoir iversaire aved-père.

Jiang Feng didn't understand. He had stayed in his memory for so long and the buff of the Saffron chicken had passed long ago.

After finishing writing, Zhang Guanghang picked up the photo, blew a few breaths and let the ink dry for a while, then put the photo in his pocket, picked up the jam, and trotted towards the kitchen.

Xia Mubing's apple pie was ready.

Except this apple pie doesn't quite look like an apple pie.

If he had to say it, Jiang Feng would call it a work of art.

It may be because Zhang Guanghang's previous description was not very specific, which gave Xia Mubing a wrong impression of the appearance of the apple pie, and mistakenly thought that the top strips of the apple pie were knife flowers. After baking, the thick-crust scones with apple filling are flaked with a knife.

Not the unsightly stripes that kids cut and slash across pies, but the really, really good looking fruit platter cuts.

Jiang Feng was dumbfounded when he saw this apple pie.

Zhang Guanghang was also dumbfounded.

Seeing Zhang Guanghang's expression, Xia Mubing thought that his apple pie was very successful and excellent, so he made the young apprentice look stupid, and even felt a little complacent.

"Actually, this kind of pie is not that difficult. It can be made without an oven. There is no need to buy an oven." Xia Mubing said calmly, rubbing his sore wrist carelessly.

Zhang Guanghang: ...

Seeing that Zhang Guanghang didn't speak for a long time, Xia Mubing felt that something was wrong, and asked, "What's the matter? Is there any problem?"

"No problem, Master, your apple pie is so good, I have never seen such a beautiful apple pie."

Only then was Xia Mubing satisfied.

"How do you eat this thing? Do you grab it or cut it open?" Xia Mubing asked.

"Cut it open and eat it, but wait a moment, Master, I want to write some words on it." Zhang Guanghang then remembered what he was going to do, put the jam on the table, and went to the kitchen to find a small spoon .

Then Zhang Guanghang started dipping the bottom of the spoon in the jam, and slowly traced the words on the pie. In fact, if you want to write on it, it's more convenient to use a piping bag, but Zhang Guanghang didn't expect this layer, or maybe he thought of it but was so amazed by Xia Mubing's faction that he forgot it.

Because Xia Mubing thoughtfully put a beautiful knife flower on the pie, Zhang Guanghang's tracing on the bottom of the spoon became extremely difficult, and the traced characters were also very abstract, and it was basically impossible to tell what the characters were. It wasn't until Zhang Guanghang finished the description that Xia Mubing barely figured out that the four words should be happy birthday.

Xia Mubing, who recognized the four words, was stunned.

Seeing that Xia Mubing recognized him, Zhang Guanghang smiled happily, moved the pie towards Xia Mubing, took out the photo from his pocket and put it on the table.

"Master, happy birthday."

Xia Mubing didn't expect that Zhang Guanghang wanted to eat pie, and wanted to take pictures because of his birthday. He didn't know what to say for a while, and looked a little at a loss, even a little shy, but he couldn't express himself in front of his disciples. To reveal this, he could only forcibly change the expression on his face into a calm and serious look.

It's a pity that his hand still betrayed him.

"What are you doing with all these stupid people? Didn't you say that this pie was cut up and eaten? I went to get a knife and cut it up." After speaking, Xia Mubing went to look for a knife.

A sharp large kitchen knife, a few clean and powerful knives, in a few breaths, the pie on the table, which is called a birthday cake, was cut into several pieces just like a birthday cake.

Aside from the unremarkable pie appearance, Xia Mubing's pie is actually quite good.

When he made the first cut, the apple filling inside could not wait to drip down the cut, thick and sticky, still steaming, like a waterfall of jam gushing out.

If this scene is made into a moving picture and posted on Moments late at night, it is estimated that many friends will block it.

Zhang Guanghang wanted to say something more to celebrate Xia Mubing's birthday, but Xia Mubing handed over a piece of pie that was still dripping with applesauce. He gulped it down while exhaling, obviously the taste was quite good.

No child will refuse sweets.

Especially the sweets made by Xia Mubing.

Xia Mubing himself cut a very small piece, most of which was cake crust, only a little bit of jam, chewed it carefully in his hand, and ate it slowly.

The pie crust baked slowly over a low fire will not be as crispy on the outside as the real pie, but will taste softer. The pie crust that Xia Mubing made was more like scones, the thick crust kind. It was roasted evenly and slowly over a low fire to bring out all the aroma of the wheat, and it was very chewy.

This also makes it difficult to eat with his teeth.

Just as Xia Mubing was chewing hard on the flatbread, he suddenly figured out the taste.

No, today is his birthday, Zhang Guanghang celebrated his birthday, why did he spend his money to take the photo, and he made the pie himself.

Whose birthday is it?

Xia Mubing thought so, and said so.

"It's my birthday today, so why am I making this pie and paying for the photos?" Xia Mubing looked at Zhang Guanghang who had already eaten half of his face.

Zhang Guanghang smiled at Xia Mubing. In fact, the smile itself was not bad, but it looked a little silly when paired with his half-faced jam.

"I originally wanted to make pies for Master, but we don't have an oven in the kitchen."

Xia Mubing looked at Zhang Guanghang unhappily, feeling that he had lost a lot today, so he reached out and took out a handkerchief from Zhang Guanghang's pocket, wiped it on his face in a not gentle and even rude way, and wiped half of it. Face jam wipes off.

"He's thirteen years old, and he still eats a little bit like the previous two years. You don't think it's too hot."

The pitch of the word hot is extraordinarily high.

It was foggy, and Jiang Feng began to gradually lose sight of everything around him.

He looked at Zhang Guanghang until he couldn't see the smile on his face clearly.

Teenager's smile.

Jiang Feng left his memory.