Life is a Game

Later, Jiang Jiankang and Comrade Wang Xiulian returned arrogantly. Just looking at it like that, you know that negotiations with the farm owner are complete.

"The pig is almost fat and strong, the lean places should be thin, the long fat places should be fat, and the two hind legs of the pig, I remember it." Jiang Jiankang clearly remembered the pig he saw today.

秀 Wang Xiulian nodded in approval: "Yes, one was sent back to dad to make ham, and one was chopped to make an elbow."

Between the words, the two arranged the two legs of a pig clearly.

"Mr. Qian really raises pigs!" Jiang Jiankang shouted, can't wait to share today's results. Jiang Feng cleaned the kitchen after cooking. There was only Ji Yue outside. Jiang Jiankang caught Ji Yue and opened the mobile phone album to share her photos taken today.

"Let ’s take a look at this little pig. At first glance, it looks like it eats well, sleeps well, and is active. This meat is definitely firm, and it is definitely suitable for small fried meat. And this sow, that fat And this one, slaughtered tomorrow morning, I fixed its two hind legs, this one ... "Jiang Jiankang kept sliding the screen of his mobile phone to show the pig he saw today.

Ji Jiyue: ...

She can't see anything except to see that these are fat pigs waiting to be slaughtered ...

"Okay, what do you want to see, son is still cleaning the kitchen, you are still watching pigs here, don't you help?" Seeing Jiang Jiankang sitting in the lobby and touching the fish, Comrade Wang Xiulian took a slap counter with dissatisfaction. The wooden counter was One shook.

Looking at the turnover that was obviously worse than yesterday, Wang Xiulian couldn't help but raise his voice: "Are the debts repaid? You still slack on so much money owed to the second brother, you still want your son to pay the money!"

Minjiang Jiankang slipped into the kitchen dimly.

Qijiang Feng actually finished cooking and made pure meat stew according to the recipes given by the game.

Although this is destined to be a bad bowl of glutinous rice, Jiang Feng just wanted to taste what it would taste like.

I especially wanted to know what was the bitterest memory of my youth.

The ravioli has been cooked in the pot for ten minutes. Jiang Feng estimates that it should be cooked even if the skin is thick. No, it should be rotten.

The cooking of King Wang Stone is really not ordinary. If it was not for the laboring masses in the Republic of China, lack of clothing and food did not have much pursuit of taste, Jiang Feng suspected that his stall would not last for a week.

"Your child, the ravioli will be cooked by you, and it is not ready to be picked up." Jiang Jiankang came in and saw the ravioli tumbled with the ravioli soup in the pot, and then the colander scooped the already separated meat from the pot into the bowl. in.

Qiu Jiangfeng dropped two drops of sesame oil into the bowl.

Minjiang Jiankang tried to add a few slices of laver and a small shrimp, which Jiang Feng severely rejected.

Qiu Jiangfeng is waiting for her to cool a little.

Minjiang Jiankang stared at the salamander in the bowl and swallowed.

Today, in order to discuss the price with the money owner of the farm, he and Wang Xiulian left the house early in the morning. From the morning to the ten hours now, he ate three large bowls of pork noodles made by himself, all before leaving the house in the morning. Eat, it has been digested long ago.

Although the in the bowl is overcooked, and only two drops of sesame oil are added, it doesn't smell very delicious, but it is meat after all.

Jianjiang Jiankang is a carnivore.

"Son, did you make this 馄饨 today?" Jiang Jiankang asked knowingly.

Qiu Jiangfeng nodded: "It was packaged according to the tutorial package on the Internet, and it was cooked all at once."

"Dad taste it for you."

Min Jiang Jiankang's movements were as fast as he was talking. As soon as the voice fell, the three puppets entered his mouth.

It's so bad!

Qijiang Jiankang didn't expect his son to make such an unpalatable puppet.

Alas, the next second, he was not in the mood to think about this.

He suddenly remembered when he was twenty years old.

That year, the state-run hotel that he had worked for 6 years went out of business.

He had given Jiang Weiguo a state-owned hotel since he was a child. He replaced him as a chef when he was 14. At the age of 19, he married Wang Xiulian, who was then a textile factory worker. By the age of 20, he thought he would work like a father in a state-owned hotel Until the son comes to accept.

I was waiting for his compensation of 600 yuan from the laid-offs and ridiculous.

After half a year, Wang Xiulian was laid off.

The couple borrowed all their friends and relatives, collected tens of thousands of yuan, and started a healthy speculation.

Qijiang Jiankang remembered that business was not good at that time. He was worried all night and couldn't sleep all night. In order to save money, Wang Xiulian went to the vegetable market to pick up the vegetables that others had stepped on and stepped on. They sell fried carrots at noon, and they eat fried carrot skins at night.

秀 Because he borrowed money from his father-in-law and his elder brother, he did n’t pay back, so Wang Xiulian did n’t dare to return to her ancestor to celebrate the New Year.

I thought and thought, Jiang Jiankang squatted on the ground and wept.

"Hey, hey, what's going on? Xiaofeng, why did your dad suddenly cry?" Wang Xiulian heard the cry and rushed into the kitchen when she put down the calculator, Ji Yue followed closely behind.

"Xiu Lian, Xiulian, I'm sorry for you ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ It's all useless to me, let you suffer and follow me!" Jiang Jiankang cried while holding Wang Xiulian.

Wang Xiulian was hugged by his face with aggression.

"Your dad is 咋?"

Wang Xiulian had to wonder if she read to him every day that her brother owed her second brother money, which caused Jiang Jiankang's stress to suddenly collapse.

"Dad he took a bite of 馄饨." Jiang Feng was also a little sluggish.

Comrade Jianjiang Jiankang's most bitter memories when he was young, how bitter can he cry like this!

"馄饨?" Wang Xiulian looked at the 馄饨 on the table, apparently wondering how to eat it like this.

"Jiankang, I usually break my mouth and say, don't go to my heart, I haven't suffered and I haven't been wronged, don't cry, don't cry." Wang Xiulian patted Jiang Jiankang like a kid.

He shuddered, and Wang Xiulian was a little dry.

He held up the bowl on the table, and Wang Xiulian drank a large mouthful of wonton soup. Because she was cooked so badly, she drank a piece of wonton skin together.

Who is it?

Wang Xiulian opened her eyes wide, and the next second, her eyes filled with tears.

The couple cried together.

Qiu Jiangfeng and Ji Yue have been completely stagnant.

Min Jiangfeng picked up the puppet on the table and silently poured it into the puppet bucket.

Scourge, scourge!

"Sister Xue, go back first, I ... I'll talk to my parents."

"Ah, okay, oh." Ji Yue replied stupidly, and after a while he reacted that he could leave work.

After Jiang Jiyue left, Jiang Feng worked hard to make Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian stable.

The next day, the two explained exactly the same the night before.

馄饨 It's so unpleasant, it's so unpleasant to cry!