Life is a Game

Min Jiangfeng struggled to get up from the ground.

It looks like a utility room here. It may be the backstage of a theater, skirt suits, lamps, telephones, shelves, paintings and other old or broken props are stacked together.

Qiu Jiang Huiqin held a tightly wrapped cloth bag in her hands.

"Huiqin, I really don't understand. What do you dislike about that wedding dress? I was going to give you a surprise, you are really disappointing!"

"I don't like it anywhere. We took a wedding photo. It was a photo of me getting married. What clothes I should wear should be ordered by myself!"

"Just wear your red bitch-like wedding dress? Let our wedding be feudal and ridiculous?" Li Ming raised his voice, "I wear a suit and you wear a phoenix crown, don't you think it's funny? Huiqin , You and I are both new-educated people, how can you be the same as your old school? "

"Funny? Do you think it's funny?" Jiang Huiqin looked up at him, her original delicate makeup cried.

袱 She unwrapped the bag from her hands, revealing the neatly folded wedding dresses inside, took out the outermost mule, shook it apart, held it, pointed at it, and trembled with anger.

"Do you think it's ridiculous? Li Mingyi, I have embroidered for 4 years. I have embroidered this wedding dress for 4 years! My mother gave birth when I was born. My mother and my sister-in-law died, no one taught me how to embroider. The wedding dresses are all my own deliberations, so many pieces have been embroidered. Only this set is good. "

"You think it's ugly, it's ridiculous, isn't it beautiful without the wedding dress made by the tailor you're looking for in Paris? But it's my own embroidery, and girls get married to wear their own embroidered wedding dress! I tell you, Do n’t tell me anything about feudalism. I ’m studying at a girls ’school. I did n’t learn any of your powerful physical chemistry. What we ’ve learned is that the husband and the child deal with housework. I ’m feudal. I ’m pedantic.”

Min Jiang Huiqin sobbed and put the mule back in place, picked up the cloth bag, and walked quickly like a walk.

"Go to your open and free woman to take a picture and get married! I won't take this picture today!"

Qiu Jiangfeng hastened to catch up.

"Miss Jiang, are you thinking about it, is this picture right?" The photographer watched Jiang Huiqin coming downstairs, and hurriedly greeted him.

"No more, he likes to look for whom to shoot." Jiang Huiqin wiped a tear on her face and left the photo studio.

This time Jiang Huiqin wasn't running, otherwise Jiang Feng's buttocks would suffer again.

I am really an aunt who has a bad temper, but Li Mingyi deserves it.

I said that my fiancee was ridiculous and feudal. I'm afraid I don't want my wife!

I walked, Jiang Huiqin stopped in front of a stall.

"Small bowl 馄饨, don't scallion." Jiang Huiqin found a table and sat down, put the cloth bag beside him, counted a few money and handed it to the stall owner.

The stall was at the alley, and the stall owner was a middle-aged man with a humped back. There are only three small tables in the stall, and the table top is greasy, not to mention the greasy desktop, and there are still many wooden thorns at the edges.

Before the stall owner took it, he took a greasy and dirty rag and wiped it on the table in front of Jiang Huiqin at will, and threw the rag on the side table. Without washing his hands, he grabbed a small handful of crickets from the bamboo basket and threw them into the boiling pot.

After a short while, a bowl of ravioli came out.

I put on two drops of sesame oil and added nothing else. The stall owner brought the bowl missing 3 mouths to Jiang Huiqin.

The ravioli sells very poorly, with thick skin and little meat. Jiang Huiqin's thoughts were not on her mind, she frequently looked back, but she did not see the person she wanted to see.

There are many people coming and going on the streets covered with bluestone slabs, sirs in long gowns, coolies in short gowns, youths dressed as students, rickshaw drivers and beautiful women in cheongsam.

I just don't have Li Mingyi.

Qiu Jiang Huiqin tilted her head, staring straight at the street, tears falling down. For a while, tears flowed silently, Jiang Huiqin turned her head in anger, looked at the crickets that had cooled in front of her, and tasted one.

Tears fell even harder.

I saw that Jiang Feng would be able to hand her the paper.

Howling and crying, Li Mingyi, who was so anxious that his mouth was soaked, finally found him.

"Huiqin, why did you come here to eat 馄饨?" Li Ming said one by one, Jiang Feng wanted to cover his mouth.

Teenage teenagers should be gifted when they fall in love. How can this big brother be born without the talent skills of congenital dysplasia?

Qi Jiang Huiqin looked at him with a grievance: "Aren't you looking for your free, democratic and open life partner? Come and do something like a feudal and ridiculous person?"

"Who said I was looking for a free, democratic, and open person? Huiqin, would you like to make some sense?"

My aunt, I beg you to stop talking!

Qi Jiangfeng looked aside and couldn't wait for the cricket on the table to be stuffed into his mouth and blocked his mouth so that he didn't say it. Wasn't the string of sweet words that spoke well last night? Why is it so hard today?

"Go and find other reasonable people!" Jiang Huiqin looked away from the bowl, and Douda's teardrops crackled into the soup.

The two were silent for a while.

"Don't cry." Li Ming took out his handkerchief, gently wiped off the tears on Jiang Huiqin's face, and said warmly, "My eyes are swollen, and it will not look good when I take a picture."

"Who's going to take a picture, don't you think my clothes are ugly?" Jiang Huiqin whispered.

"Everything you wear looks good, in my eyes you are the best looking person in the world."

"Are you even better than Ruan Yuling?"

"10,000 times better than Ruan Yuling!"

"Liar." Jiang Huiqin laughed.

Li Mingyi took Jiang Huiqin's hand and walked towards the photo studio.

Hold the young girl's hand and hold the young man's hand tightly, for fear he will run away.

The next second, Jiang Feng returned to the room.

I glanced at my phone, and only 5 minutes passed.

叮 "Ding, congratulations to players for exploring new features, and the game will be updated soon."

"Game is updating, current progress: 0%."

Min Jiangfeng: ...

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However, in the memory of Jiang Huiqin just now, in addition to the daily use of dog food and the sour smell of lovers, there is also a dish made by Jiang Chengde.

Clear Soup Willow Leaf Amaranth!

Jie Nai Cai Jiang Feng, but in all aspects, from all angles, a little detail has not missed the whole process.

It's a pity that Jiang Huiqin ran early and didn't see the final plate and soup.

Qiu Jiangfeng sat on the bed, struggling to recall the practice of clear soup Liu Ye Yan Cai she saw in Jiang Huiqin's memory.

No way, it's too difficult.

I just looked at it once, the ingredients and processing methods are easy to distinguish, but the heat and seasoning have not been tasted. It is too difficult for Jiang Feng to learn with the naked eye. Not to mention the essence of the dish-clear soup.

Qijiang Feng only smelled, not even the cooked ingredients.

If he can judge the ability of ingredients with light smell, when he was a kid, he would not be knocked on his head by the master with the bottom of the pot.

I decided that I couldn't learn how to clear the willow leaf amaranth. After reading the memory, I felt completely sleepless. Jiang Feng simply went downstairs and went out to shake.

Since the beginning of school, it's a rare leisure to waste time on sleep.

Wu Jiyue is still drawing downstairs. Jiang Feng had spent most of the day in Jiang Huiqin's memory, but in reality it was only a few minutes. When she saw Jiang Feng go downstairs, Ji Yue was a little surprised.

"Don't sleep?"

"No sleep, go out for a walk."

This time is the most deserted time in Food Street.

Yu Qiu of the Qiuqiu Tiger was still there, walking on the road and dizzy by the sun, and he had no appetite.

Qiu Jiangfeng is thinking about one thing.

After being known by Comrade Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jiankang, they may be mixed doubles, and then kneel on the knife holder and top the pressure cooker.