Life is a Game

On the plane, Jiang Feng was still sitting between Jiang Weiguo and Wu Minqi.

On the left is the girlfriend who has fallen asleep, and on the right is the grandfather with his eyes closed. Jiang Feng sat in the middle, feeling unstoppable excitement.

Although the timing and occasion might not be right, he really wanted to open the attribute panel to see what the old man's freshly dropped, still hot memory was.

Then why do some of us say that couples who have been married for decades have a tacit understanding? The way of losing memory is exactly the same. Grandma Jiang's memory was attached to the candy paper, and the old man's memory was also on the candy. Jiang Feng decided to keep this bag of candy well, and give out one to each of them when he went back, to see if anyone else could find out from these candies. a memory.

Jiang Feng glanced at Wu Minqi quietly, and then at the old man. Seeing that both of them had their eyes closed, he lowered his head secretly, opened the attribute panel with a very small and even obscene movement, and slowly turned to the item bar.

【A memory of Jiang Weiguo】

After Jiang Feng clicked and chose yes, he was instantly shrouded in fog.

Jiang Feng appeared in a strange room.

The room is small and simple, with a single bed, relatively clean white walls, a small square table, and a small wooden cabinet. Apart from that, there is no other furniture in the room, not even a chair.

The cabinet was open, and Jiang Weiguo was packing his things.

Jiang Weiguo at this time was the younger version of Jiang Weiguo, but he looked older than he remembered before. Jiang Feng suspected that his father might have already been born at this time.

Jiang Feng looked at the cabinet and saw that there was nothing but clothes in the cabinet, and there were rarely only three or four pieces of clothes. The bag on the floor was between a snakeskin bag and a canvas bag. If you had to describe it, it was probably an extra-large size. A canvas bag that looks very much like a snakeskin bag.

Jiang Feng couldn't pick up the bag, so he could only stand on the side and look in. In addition to clothes, there were washbasins, stainless steel cups, toothbrushes, towels and other basic daily necessities in the bag. In addition, there were some other things carefully wrapped in oilcloth. wearing something.

These small oilcloth bags filled every corner of the extra-large snakeskin canvas bag, which made Jiang Feng suspect that it might be a local product.

Just as Jiang Weiguo was trying to stuff clothes into the bag, trying to flatten the bag a little to make room for it, the door was knocked open with a bang, and a young man in his 20s rushed in.

"Jiang Weiguo, I heard they said you want to go back!"

Jiang Weiguo looked up at the young boy, and continued to stuff his clothes to the inside with great effort: "Of course I have to go back after studying."

"You..." Young guy, you didn't figure out why after a while.

Jiang Weiguo had time to get up and face the young guy after he finished stuffing his things, and by the way, he could see the expression on his face clearly.

It's complicated, but certainly not a good expression.

"What do you want from me?" Jiang Weiguo asked.

"My dad is looking for you." The young man said with a stinky face, "When is your train?"

"afternoon."

"What's in that big bag of yours?"

"My wife asked me to bring seafood. My eldest and second child like to eat it. I can cook soup for them when I go back," Jiang Weiguo said.

"Didn't you say that your third child is born this year, and he doesn't like it?"

Jiang Weiguo looked at the young man with an idiot look: "He is not even half a year old and can only drink rice soup. What's the use of liking it?"

After finishing speaking, I left.

Jiang Feng walked a little slower, just in time to hear the young man whispering: "I don't have a wife."

Jiang Feng: Pfft.

Jiang Feng followed Jiang Weiguo out of the room, only to find that this room is on the first floor of a 3-story residential building, right next to the stairs, it may have been temporarily vacated by the storage room, Jiang Feng also saw an old lady in the corridor Steam the buns in a coal stove.

This residential building was not far behind the Jubao building. Jiang Feng saw the Jubao building after walking for about three minutes, and knew for the first time that the Jubao building had a back door.

The back door leads directly to the storage room, which is past the kitchen.

Probably because it was not time for dinner, there was no one else in the kitchen except Sun Zheran. Sun Zheran was standing next to the big jar containing Buddha Tiaoqiang, apparently to personally guard the altar of Buddha Tiaoqiang which was about to be cooked.

"Master." Jiang Weiguo walked to Sun Zheran's side, and Jiang Feng realized belatedly that the young guy just now was most likely Sun Guanyun.

"Leave?" Sun Zheran looked at Jiang Weiguo.

Jiang Weiguo nodded: "It's time to ask for leave, it's time to go back."

"You know that's not what I'm talking about." Sun Zheran said, "Have you really thought about it?"

"Master, my wife and children are all in City Z, so I can never leave them alone," Jiang Weiguo said.

"That's right." Sun Zheran sighed, "Sure enough, having a family and having children is different. You didn't even have a partner when you first became a teacher, right? It's only been a few years? It seems like it's only been 8 years, and the children are all born. Three."

"Really don't think about it anymore? Guanyun is very reluctant to part with you. Although he always quarrels with you, I can tell that he has a better relationship with you than with other senior brothers." Sun Zheran said , "Come and see this altar Buddha jumps over the wall, this is the altar you made yesterday."

Jiang Weiguo was taken aback, and subconsciously began to search for other stalls in the kitchen, only to find that this one was the only one, and he immediately seemed a little nervous.

"Master, this..."

"You have already learned the rules. You have learned the rules with me for 8 years. You must be very clear. Now that you have learned the rules, you will naturally serve the dishes to the guests to evaluate whether you are really a teacher."

"But there's only one altar here," Jiang Weiguo said.

"The store only sells one jar every day." Sun Zheran leaned closer to smell the jar, but did not remove the cover, "You will uncover the lid at noon today, after all, you did it."

"But what if..." Jiang Weiguo became hesitant very rarely.

"In case the guest doesn't give you a good evaluation and you fail the assessment, just stay and study. You can learn it after two more years." Sun Zheran said.

"But Buddha Jumping Wall is the signature dish in the restaurant. What if the word of mouth is ruined at noon today?" Jiang Weiguo said bluntly that he had no confidence in himself.

"The reputation of Jubaolou that has accumulated for so many years cannot be ruined by just one dish." Sun Zheran said with a smile, "Go back and pack your things, I will help you look over here. Didn't you say that your eldest son likes to drink cuttlefish ribs last time?" Soup? Do you want to take some more home?"

Jiang Weiguo shook his head: "The bag can't hold it anymore, and there are not so many ribs at home for him to make soup, so don't bring so many."

Sun Zheran couldn't hold back his smile for a while, and then his smile widened a bit, and he waved at Jiang Weiguo: "Go and do your work."

Jiang Weiguo didn't move: "Master, I heard that you want to adopt Sun Maocai as your adopted son, and you want him to be included in the family tree."

Disapproval was written all over Jiang Weiguo's face.

"That's right." Sun Zheran didn't hide anything, "Mao Cai is extremely talented, his parents died at a young age, his life experience was rough, and he has the same surname as Sun, so he is of the same origin as our family. to be closer."

"In this way, he can help Guanyun more in the future."

Jiang Weiguo looked at Sun Zheran.

"I'm not like your father. I have seven good sons with excellent talents. Among my many sons, only Guanyun has a little talent in cooking. I have taken so many apprentices, and I will only count you before I recruit Maocai." Named disciples are the most talented." Sun Zheran smiled wryly, "You know Guanyun's temperament best, originally I wanted you to stay in Jubao Tower to help him in the future."

"I didn't expect you kid to get married and have children so quickly. You have three sons in a blink of an eye. If you and I can't count on it, naturally we have to count on others."

Jiang Weiguo frowned, hesitated for two or three seconds before speaking, "Sun Guanyun is not that bad."

"But I'm getting old."

"I didn't feel it in the past few years, but in the past two years, I feel more and more old, my eyes are not clear, my strength is not as good as before, and even my sense of taste has gradually deteriorated."

"It's a pity, Guanyun hasn't grown up yet."

Sun Zheran sighed.

Jiang Weiguo said nothing and left the kitchen.