Life is a Game

The young Jiang Feng didn't know that what they did was in Jiang Weiming's eyes, a sect comparable to that of Jiang Chengde back then. Even if he knew, he would just chuckle and say to Jiang Weiming, Third Grandpa, you think too much.

He's still starting a school, and now all he wants to do is beat Chef Arnold in the final of the Sino-US Chef King Competition.

Although the semi-finals of this show have not yet started, the organizer seems to have disappeared for more than half a month, and the final is nowhere in sight, Jiang Feng still hopes that he can make his own Jiang's ginseng before the final, and then pointed at A Nuo The chef made a silent shit.

It is true that there is no deep hatred between him and Chef Arnold, only a small misunderstanding doesn't even count as grudges, but it's nice to be able to say shit what he thinks in front of Chef Arnold.

Xiaofeng, is one mango enough? The auntie asked with a smile.

Jiang Feng glanced at the fruit tea. It was half a cup of mango juice and half a cup of mango, and on top of it was a grape cut in half and stuck on the rim of the cup.

Milk tea shops all over the country should learn from Auntie, this is Mango Duoduo!

Enough is enough, Jiang Feng said hurriedly.

That's good, Auntie will make you another glass of grape juice. The Auntie looked very happy, and immediately made another glass of grape juice and half a glass of grapes, and on top of it was a piece of grape juice that was cut in half and inserted on the edge of the glass. Mango has a lot of grapes.

Jiang Feng:?

In the end, Jiang Feng drank a lot of mangoes, a lot of grapes, a lot of peaches, and a lot of fresh oranges. Before he even took a bite of the dumplings, he was already hiccupping from the juice. If nothing else, his first four dumplings should be grape, mango, peach and orange.

Just when Jiang Feng started to eat mangoes from Mango Dodoli, Wu Minqi finally came back with a cake, and Jiang Zaide came back with her, they should have met downstairs.

After a day of hard work, Jiang Zaide was fully armed and dressed like a member of the Antarctic scientific expedition team. As soon as he entered the room and saw Jiang Feng drinking fruit tea, his eyes lit up, and he rushed to his mother and loudly expressed his desire.

Mom, I want to drink mango juice too!

Squeeze it yourself!

Jiang Zaide: QAQ

Jiang Zaide glanced jealously at the four cups of fruit tea in front of Jiang Feng, and Jiang Feng was even a little embarrassed to ask, Let me squeeze a cup for you.

No need. Jiang Zaide quickly refused, Little brother, you stay at home so hard every day. I just came back from get off work. How can I ask you to squeeze the juice for me? I squeeze it myself, squeeze it myself!

Jiang Feng:?

As soon as Wu Minqi came back and put down the cake, she went into the kitchen to help Grandma Jiang cook dumplings. Jiang Feng continued to pick up the mangoes and ate slowly, looking at the relatives in the room, listening to his mother and aunt chatting about homework, weight loss, skin care, winter New coat. Hearing Jiang Zaide and Jiang Shoucheng complain about the idiot Party A, and Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Zaide complaining about trivial matters in the hospital, this familiar yet unfamiliar feeling made Jiang Feng a little dazed.

He suddenly realized that he hadn't looked like this for a long time.

It feels like I haven't even seen you in a long time.

These days, he gets up and cooks, cooks, and sleeps every day, and he doesn't seem to have much communication with others. Even if we live under the same roof with Qiqi, we only have breakfast together in the morning and chat a few words while eating fruit plate in the evening. We don't get along like male and female friends, even college roommates are not so unfamiliar. Thinking about it carefully, I feel like I didn't talk about any substantive content when I was eating the fruit plate at night, and I didn't even talk about the daily life of Taifeng Building.

It has been a long time since Jiang Feng heard everyone talk about the trivial matters of life.

Didn't listen to Wang Hao showing off what outstanding achievements he has made to impress the leaders, didn't listen to his father talking about where a particularly good kitchen knife came out and really wanted to buy it, didn't listen to Ji Yue reading her Alipay After wechat and bank card balances, he made a fuss and shouted that he was going to go bankrupt. He didn't hear Xia Xia talking about the oden in the convenience store next door. A few mentions back.

He is very close to us, but far away from us.

But obviously, he prefers the current feeling.

With Grandma Jiang coming out of the kitchen with a pot of steaming dumplings, the Jiang family's occasional dinner party with unlimited number of people several times a year officially began.

Today's dumplings are all in charge of kneading noodles, making dumpling fillings, rolling skins, and finally making dumplings. Only the cooking part is done by Grandma Jiang. Grandma Jiang also expressed her dissatisfaction with this. She felt that her dumplings were well made, big and firm, just like the dumplings she made, and that two of them would definitely fill you up.

Although not all members of Jiang's family were present, the few who had big appetites were basically there. In order to let everyone have a good time eating the dumplings today, the old man specially made a variety of flavors, pork and green onions, lamb and green onions, leek eggs, cabbage pork, cabbage, shiitake mushrooms and white radish stuffed dumplings, there are meat and vegetarian ones, but the quantity There must be more meat dishes than vegetarian dishes.

When the old man made the bag, he made pots of different fillings separately. Grandma Jiang didn't care so much when she cooked it, and threw it all into the pot to cook. After cooking several batches, they put them in a pot and served them all at once, which caused the bottom of the dumplings in the pot to be warm, while the top ones were hot, and those who were afraid of being hot had to turn over the bottom dumplings Come up and eat.

Of course, temperature is not the biggest problem everyone has to face.

The stuffing is.

Grandma Jiang cooks them together. Except for dumplings like leeks and eggs, which can be seen directly, no one can know whether they have cabbage, pork or white radish before taking the first bite.

A large bowl of dumplings was placed on the dining table steadily, and with a bang sound, the dining table shook unconvincingly.

Dinner's ready, let's eat dumplings! Grandma Jiang roared angrily, and everyone moved after hearing the sound, as if she made today's dumplings.

The old man silently put down the dumpling wrappers that he hadn't had time to wrap, patted the flour on his hands, and went to find a bowl to eat dumplings.

The dining table is not big. Jiang Jiankang's dining table is just a cheap dining table sold in an ordinary furniture store. It can hold a pot of dumplings but not enough people to eat a pot of dumplings. But everyone doesn't mind, as long as you have a bowl in your hand, vinegar in the bowl, and dumplings on the vinegar, it doesn't matter where you eat it.

Beside the dining table, on the sofa, or the small round stool next to the coffee table, you can eat while standing on the edge of the living room or squatting by the window. In this case, the dining table is no longer the best place to eat - the soft sofa is.

Little brother, sit here, it's spacious! Jiang Zaide quickly grabbed the best sofa seat with his eyes and hands, and waved to Jiang Feng enthusiastically.

Little brother, this dumpling is definitely pork and green onion. Don't you like pork and green onion dumplings the most? This is for you! Jiang Shoucheng chose to give Jiang Feng the dumplings in his bowl.

Son, you're not jealous, are you? Dad will get you some vinegar. Jiang Jiankang found another way.

Cub, this is the fruit tea that mom just learned to make with your aunt, come and try it! Wang Xiuli handed Jiang Feng a cup of mango with a few mangoes.

There is no doubt that at this moment, Jiang Feng is the center of the Jiang family.

The old man sitting at the dining table quietly eating dumplings:?

The old man suddenly felt that the hot and fragrant dumplings in the bowl were tasteless.

This scene is both familiar and unfamiliar.

What is familiar is everyone's attentive attitude, and what is unfamiliar is the object of everyone's attention.

Grandpa: ???

Noticing the change in the old man's mood, Jiang Weiming, who was also sitting at the dining table quietly eating dumplings, put down his chopsticks with a smile: Why, aren't you used to it?

Hmph. The old man snorted coldly, keeping everything in silence.

A bunch of heartless little bastards.

Just get used to it. Jiang Weiming watched the show.

Impossible. The old man looked stern, cleared his throat, and said loudly, The braised pork and elbows in the kitchen downstairs should be ready now, who will take them?

The whole living room seemed to be paused.

The next moment, everyone was boiling.

Dad, I'm going, I'm going now! Jiang Jiankang put the bowl on the coffee table and rushed out.

Uncle San, you've had a hard day today so you can rest, I'll go! Jiang Zaide stopped Jiang Jiankang and became a stumbling block.

Cub, don't go there just after you get off work. It's too tiring to serve such heavy meat and elbows, so just go. Jiang Jianguo was so distressed that his saliva was about to flow out.

Brother, let me go! Jiang Jianye had already got the key.

...

After a fierce competition, Jiang Jianguo won with an absolute tonnage advantage and the spare key of the old man's house.

Jiang Weiming was already stupid.

It was only after Jiang Jianguo went out happily eating braised meat that he came to his senses, and asked, When did you make braised pork and elbows?

I got ready early in the morning. The old man looked smug, and he didn't forget to take a look at Jiang Feng who was also sitting on the sofa with a dazed face. His eyes seemed to say:

Grandson, you are still young!

Jiang Feng, who noticed the old man's eyes:?

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