Life is a Game

My name is Jiang Junlian, and I am an ordinary gold medal salesman of a well-known international cosmetics brand.

My sister Jiang Junqing is my partner. Last year, the total sales of both of us ranked first in Asia. In fact, our achievements are several times the annual income of our third cousin who lives as an accountant in his own restaurant.

It's not that I'm targeting my third cousin, Jiang Ran. Since we were young, we sisters and my younger brother have had the best relationship. Most of my younger brother's pocket money for the new year is spent on snacks for our sisters. After the younger brother became famous, he also opened the most small stoves for our sisters. The number of Buddha Jumping Walls I ate alone was three times that of Brother De, Brother Cheng and Brother Ran combined. Even the engagement banquet of the younger brother and the younger sister-in-law in Sichuan Among the juniors of our Jiang family, only Junqing and I went.

There are so many iron-like facts in front of him. Brother Ran, who has been a transparent member of the family in the past few years, has no self-knowledge. He always feels that he is close to the water. Brother has the best relationship.

I won’t talk about Brother De and Brother Cheng. They have no self-knowledge since they were young, and now they call themselves my brother’s dearest cousin, and they don’t pay attention to me and Junqing .

I won’t say anything superfluous, but in order to prove to you who among the juniors of our Jiang family is the closest to my brother, today I have to tell you about our family’s first year in Beiping. What happened in the morning.

That winter was very cold.

It was so cold that I couldn't get up if I didn't set the alarm clock specially.

It was so cold that I slapped Juanqing twice in the morning to wake her up, so that the slap marks on her face were still there when she got to the kitchen.

When we got to the kitchen, brother Cheng had already finished half of his meal, and I saw the porridge on the counter. I know exactly why brother Cheng came here so early and what he had in mind, didn't he just want to come here early so that brother can make a small stove for him and get him something to eat.

If you ask me, brother Cheng still doesn't know the younger brother well enough, the younger brother is such a talkative and considerate person, he will give you a small stove if you think about it, but there is a difference between a small stove and a small stove.

When grandpa was cooking, the early bird really caught the worm. Now it's my brother's turn to cook. If you want to eat something really good, you can't just get up early.

"Happy Chinese New Year, Brother Cheng!" I said enthusiastically.

"The two of you came just in time. The porridge and fried sauce are ready, and you can eat fried noodles after I cut the order for you." The younger brother responded with a smile.

"Of course, Juanqing and I came here on time." I did come here on time. As the younger sister who knows my brother best, how could I not guess the time when my brother's breakfast will be served?

After saying hello, Junqing and I scooped up a bowl of porridge and a big bowl of noodles with fried sauce. I like to eat cucumber sticks, so I added more cucumber sticks. Junqing only likes fried sauce, so I added two spoonfuls of fried sauce. I also advised her to let her add two spoonfuls less to avoid saltiness. Junqing insisted that it was delicious even if it was salty .

I really don't understand her taste.

Although we are twins, we occasionally disagree on the matter of eating.

I have a mouthful of preserved egg and lean pork porridge, and a mouthful of noodles with fried sauce. Hot porridge, well-mixed noodles, and refreshing cucumber. Although the combination is a bit strange, it is an unexpected appetizer, but it is a bit monotonous. If you can add something else, this New Year's Eve morning will be complete.

While I was eating, I noticed that Brother Cheng had finished eating, and he only ate a small bowl of fried noodles.

"Hey, brother Cheng, do you only eat a small bowl of fried noodles? Don't you want to eat more?" Juan Qing asked a little strangely seeing that Brother Cheng only ate a bowl of fried noodles.

"No, no, no." Brother Cheng waved his hand, "I just couldn't eat 4 bowls of porridge. You two eat slowly, I'll go first."

Brother Cheng put down the bowl and left the kitchen after speaking.

"Sister, did Brother Cheng eat something else?" Juan Qing felt that something was wrong and whispered to me.

"It must be my little brother who made a small meal for Brother Cheng." I glanced at my little brother, who was calmly reconciling, "Brother, what else did Brother Cheng eat besides porridge and noodles with fried sauce?"

"I just ate a leftover Roujiamo from yesterday." The younger brother didn't hide it, "Why did you two come late? Brother De came first, and went back first after eating the beef noodles."

Juan Qing was a little disappointed: "Sister, we got up late."

I don't understand, obviously I'm twins, I just came out two minutes earlier than Junqing, how could the reaction speed be so different.

If I hadn't brought Juanqing with me these years, she would have missed a lot of good things.

Based on what I know about my little brother, how could he only prepare noodles with fried sauce and porridge with preserved egg and lean pork on the morning of the 30th. If he only prepares for these two things, he doesn't need to get up after 5 o'clock at all.

I saw yesterday that my little brother set the alarm clock for 5:30 this morning.

I looked at the covered pot and said with a smile: "Brother, are Professor Li and the others coming to have breakfast today? Aren't our two families celebrating the New Year together? Do you want me and Junqing to help you give it to Professor Li and the others later?" Send your breakfast over there?"

Junqing didn't react, and continued to drink the porridge.

"Professor Li and the others ate at home this morning. It's too cold in the morning to save us a special trip, and come back when the sun comes out at noon." The little brother said.

"That's why Junqing and I were asked to bring breakfast over. How could we let the two of them come over in such a cold day?" I continued.

The little brother laughed: "I knew I couldn't hide it from you, did you smell it or guess it?"

I chuckled: "Of course I guessed it, little brother, you set the alarm clock at 5:30 in the morning, how could you only cook porridge, you must have made other good things."

The little brother pointed to the covered pot: "There are soups stewed in a small cup, red dates and longan soup, egg meat pie soup, radish ribs soup, northern apricot pig lung soup, tremella lotus seed soup, yam wolfberry crucian carp soup, tea tree mushroom ribs There are all soups. Beixing pork lung soup is from the third grandpa and Professor Li. They have not had a good throat these two days. Tremella and lotus seed soup is from grandma. Egg and meat pie soup is from grandpa. The goji berry and crucian carp soup is Grandma Chen's."

"You each choose a cup of the rest, and treat it as errand expenses later."

"Thank you, brother." Juan Qing was not quick to react at other times, but this time he reacted faster than me.

"Don't worry, little brother, Junqing and I will remember it, and we will quietly send it to grandparents and Professor Li separately later." I agreed without hesitation, looked at my phone and it was only 7 o'clock, and asked, "Brother , it's only 7 o'clock, when will Junqing and I deliver the soup?"

"You don't need to deliver the soup for grandparents. You can come over and deliver the soup to Professor Li and the others at 8 o'clock."

"Good brother!" Jun Qing and I said in unison.

Thinking of the soup that my younger brother specially stewed to drink later, Juan Qing and I immediately whetted our appetites, stopped talking and began to gorge on porridge and noodles.

When we finished our breakfast, Brother De came late, and I exchanged a few words with him, thinking that there was still a task at 8 o'clock, so we didn't stop to put a bowl to say goodbye after we finished eating.

After Juanqing and I left the kitchen and returned to our room, Juanqing said very hopelessly, "Sister, I kind of want to eat beef noodles."

"What kind of beef noodles to eat, when can't you eat beef noodles? How long does it take my brother to make a bowl of beef noodles? How long does it take to stew a cup of soup? Is my brother good at making noodles or stewing soup? The gap between the two is up to you Let’s figure it out, is it better to eat beef noodles or drink soup?” I hated iron for steel.

Suo Xingjuan's mind is still clear, and he immediately understood after I made a few adjustments like this: "Soup is cost-effective."

The two of us watched a TV series in the room, and went straight to the kitchen as soon as 8 o'clock arrived. There is only my little brother in the kitchen, and my little brother is making noodles, and it seems that the noodles are almost alive.

"Drink your own soup first, and then deliver it to Professor Li." The younger brother lifted the lid generously.

I counted that there were only 11 cups of soup in total, excluding Grandpa, Third Grandpa, Grandma, Professor Li, Grandma Chen, Third Uncle, Third Aunt, Little Brother and Sister Qiqi, just enough for Juanqing and me to drink.

There are not many soups to choose from. I choose tea tree mushroom pork ribs soup, and Junqing chooses radish pork ribs soup.

The soup is very fresh, and the taste of tea tree mushroom is far better than that of ribs. It tastes a bit like the crock pot soup I used to drink. Because it is stewed in a small pot, it is only a bowl of soup, and the soup with a small amount of oil floating in the brown color of the tea tree mushroom will disappear after two or three mouthfuls.

After I finished drinking the soup, swallowed every tea tree mushroom, and rubbed every bone, I turned my head and found that Junqing was also rubbing the bones.

Throwing the bones into the trash can, I carried Beixing pork lung soup, and Junqing carried yam, wolfberry and crucian carp soup, and we both walked quickly to Professor Li's house despite the cold.

The wind was really strong this morning, it made my brain hurt, and I felt that my face cream was wiped off.

Although the wind was strong, my hands hurt, my face hurt, and my brain hurt, but as long as I thought about the tea tree mushroom pork rib soup I drank just now, I felt that all the pain was worth it.

"Sister, you are so amazing, I never thought that there is actually stewed soup in that pot." Juan Qing's voice trembled in the cold wind.

"Of course." My voice was trembling, but I couldn't hide my pride, "I'm the one in my family who knows my brother best."

"Brother De, Brother Cheng and Brother Ran are far behind me."

If my voice hadn't trembled, I think what I just said would have been more imposing.

so cold.