Life is a Game

中 At noon the next day, Han Guishan sent a WeChat message to tell Jiang Feng that the rice bran he wanted was done.

After receiving the call, Han Guishan's assistant rushed to the nearby county and township overnight. He collected hundreds of pounds of late rice matured at the end of November from the local villager. He personally supervised and grinded ten pounds of rice husk and rice peel. No bran, no rice.

Qijiang Feng really wanted to know how much Han Guishan's assistant got a monthly salary so that he could die like this and died.

From the pictures sent by Han Guishan, the rice bran selected by the assistant fully meets Jiang Feng's requirements.

Qi Jiangfeng felt that this evening was the time for him to complete the side mission.

I was excited for a day, and Jiang Feng went to Han Guishan's house earlier. She arrived early at 6:30. She also accidentally met Han Youxin, who was being taught by Han Guishan because she had snacks.

When Han Guishan opened the door to Jiang Feng, Han Youxin cried with a chocolate bar in his mouth.

"I still cry, I say that I am a little man and I like to cry more than other girls. How many times have you cried in the past few days? Your mobile phone has been confiscated for 3 days, and you are afraid to throw away the driver and go to the supermarket to buy snacks. Do you know how dangerous it is for you to be alone with a child? Your mother has gone to the Netherlands today, and no one is crying! Go upstairs, write to me for homework, and vomit my mouth. Go up! "Han Guishan opened Jiang Feng's door and then scolded Han Youxin, rushing him upstairs to do his homework.

Han Youxin still had tears on his face, inhaling loudly and spit out the chocolate bar in his mouth reluctantly, before staring at Jiang Feng angrily before going upstairs.

Tears filled with seven words that you are the culprit.

Minjiang Feng :? ? ?

什么 When did he provoke this little fat man? He had eaten eggs in the back kitchen of Chenfeng Elementary School before. He didn't say him. Teacher Zhou educated him!

"My classmate, my son is not sensible and spoiled by his mother. Come and see if this rice bran is okay." Han Guishan enthusiastically greeted Jiang Feng to the kitchen.

Qijiang Feng did not have much research on rice bran, took a look at it, and combined with its production method, it is already very original. If you want to move closer to Han Guishan's food then, you can only sprinkle some sand into it and go straight to the hospital after a meal.

"It's very good." Jiang Feng boasted heartily.

After a couple of polite words, Jiang Feng started making pickled dumplings.

After watching Jiang Feng for a few days, Han Guishan was already familiar with the production steps.

But today is a little different. Jiang Feng didn't first make the noodles but cooked the rice cereal first.

This step is exactly the same as that of Han Guishan ’s grandmother making pickled dumplings!

Han Guishan is from Shenzhen City. Shenzhen City before 79 years was just a small fishing village that was too poor to die. He had many children and could n’t support him. Han Guishan's father is an only child. He has two older brothers, seven younger sisters, and ten children at home. There are only 4 laborers, including children and the elderly. Han Guishan's mother was injured too much when she gave birth to his younger sister because she was giving birth too frequently, and when he was twelve years old, she died.

Han Guishan has never eaten rice since he was 6 years old, but his father ’s fishing family could n’t even drink a bite of fish soup. The family usually drank a thin watery paste with wild vegetables. They can only eat it in the New Year. They All the food at home was exchanged for coarse grains, just to keep everyone from starving. A pair of pants passed from the elder brother to the younger sister. It was also because of extreme malnutrition all the year round. His father died from overwork in his fifties. His two elder brothers also died early in their 40s without much blessing. Only he and his youngest three sisters survive to this day.

Han Guishan remembers that every year, his grandma will take out the precious rice bran and cook it in a pot, then add a little rice bran to make the pickled dumplings, and the cornmeal will not cut his throat like that.

At the time of the New Year, other people's homes were smelling fish, and they smelled the smell of fish to eat pickled dumplings. There was something in their stomachs that could warm the sky.

Han Guishan watched Jiang Feng make pickled dumplings, but his thoughts had already drifted to other places. When he returned to God, he wondered how he remembered the past.

He hasn't thought about his childhood for a long time. Since his father, elder brother and younger sister passed away, Han Guishan has been very taboo in Shenzhen. In order not to think about the days when my loved ones were in my childhood, Han Guishan moved to City A, cut off one of Heshen City, and never mentioned Shenshen when he was reunited with his three sisters.

"Classmate Xiaojiang, you ... why do you suddenly think of rice bran." Han Guishan asked.

"I asked my grandpa, and he said that he would add rice paste to the cornmeal to prevent the cornmeal from cutting his throat when he was a kid." Jiang Feng replied casually, and I couldn't say that your great-grandmother did just that, so I did.

Min Jiangfeng knead the dough to the same size and put it in the steamer.

Because the quality of cornmeal is too bad, even if Jiang Feng kneaded the noodles very well, and added a lot of rice paste, it still feels rough. Not to mention it, it must be cutting your throat and grinding your tongue.

I waited until the pickled dumplings were steamed, and out of the pot, Jiang Feng was a little hesitant to take it out.

From selling to touching, these twelve pickled dumplings are useless.

Han Guishan felt as if he had returned to his childhood. When the New Year, he and his elder brothers and sisters, ten brothers and sisters, and his father and grandma sat together, waiting eagerly for the twelve pickled dumplings in the pot. Grandma always distributes her half of pickled dumplings to the three boys. Each of them is a gobble, a big bite, and it is the happiest time of the year.

Now, it is also twelve pickled dumplings.

贵 Han Guishan Road's eyes became red.

贵 Han Guishan took out his mobile phone and called the younger sister.

"Hey, brother, why call me at this time." Han Guishan's younger sister is considered a good life among the children ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ After ten years of poverty, the Shenzhen city developed and went on the market. Xue is now a middle school art teacher.

"During the New Year, I called you nine sisters and eight sisters. Let ’s go back to Shenzhen to see my parents, grandfather and grandmother, big brother, big brother, and four sisters, five sisters, six sisters and seven sisters. Know what happened to the old house at home. "Han Guishan Road.

"Brother ... you ... OK, you haven't been back to see them for years."

"Ok……"

"Ding, complete the side mission [precious memories] and get the mission reward props [A section of memory on Han Guishan Road]."

Qi Jiangfeng did not respond.

I cried because of Han Guishan.

A big man with a successful career, worth more than one billion yuan and over fifty years old, hung up on the phone and squatted on the ground with his head in his arms and wept loudly.

Qi Jiangfeng was a bit scared.

攸 Han Youxin has been listening to the upstairs all the time. He ran down and saw his dad actually cry more than he had in the past two days. They were miserable. He immediately glared at Jiang Feng and shouted, "What have you done to my dad?"

Then Han Youxin saw the pickled dumplings on the table.

He has eaten pickled dumplings for two days, and with one glance he can see that the pickled dumplings on the table are worse than the two days before.

Han Hanxin felt that he had found the truth.

"The grass dumplings you made must be too unpleasant to make my dad cry unpleasantly!" Han Youxin's little fat man was adamant.

"What do you talk nonsense, little bunny!" Han Guishan was just too sad, not deaf, choked and reprimanded Han Youxin, "Student Xiaojiang, don't care, I just got a little ill, I'm sorry, I won't give this time."

"No need." Jiang Feng repeated, leaving the Han family in an almost floating state.