Life is a Game

Sun Maocai asked some more information about Sun Guanyun's two sons. Boss He didn't know much about Sun Guanyun's situation. He could only say some basics, so the time passed while talking.

Jiang Feng tried his range of activities while they were chatting. This time his range of activities was quite large, and he could walk as far as half a meter away from the kitchen door.

Just when Jiang Feng was walking by Sun Maocai blindly, watching the other table guests were eating, the door of the back door suddenly opened.

A little carrot dad sneaked out of the kitchen.

"Master Sun, that is the grandson of Boss Sun." Boss He pointed to Sun Jikai.

Sun Maocai looked at Sun Jikai, and Jiang Feng also looked at Sun Jikai. Before Jiang Feng saw Sun Jikai's face clearly, he felt that nothing was visible in the dark.

Jiang Feng :?

It seemed like it was suddenly hit by something, but for a moment, the darkness faded and the light reappeared. Jiang Feng fell to the ground with a sting, struggling to get up from the ground and looking up to find that it was actually a door.

A closer look is the door to the back kitchen of Jubaolou.

Just when Jiang Feng was still in a trance, Sun Maocai's voice was heard.

"One soup, one lobster, one noodle, and another hibiscus."

Jiang Feng looked back with a voice, and found that Sun Mao was sitting in a chair and handing the menu to the waiter.

Sun Maocai's clothes changed from formal suits to ordinary clothes. Boss He was also gone. He was still in Jubaolou. The seat from the good position in the middle to the bad position closest to the rear kitchen door.

Sun Mao was sitting alone in a chair, waiting for a meal like an ordinary diner.

Jiang Feng instantly understood what was happening. This is still the memory of Sun Maocai, but the time period has changed.

He only had this situation when he first saw Jiang Huiqin's memory, and he never encountered a similar situation later.

Sun Maocai seemed to be in a good mood, gazing his head at the door of the back kitchen, and looking at the watch on his wrist from time to time as if to confirm the time, his fingers on the table rhythmically tapped on what seemed to be the song's melody.

The door opened.

A small radish slipped out of the kitchen.

How familiar the scene, Jiang Feng almost looked exactly the same a few minutes ago.

This time, Jiang Feng could clearly see Sun Jikai's face. At this time, Sun Jikai looked only four or five years old. His face looked a little fleshy and he knew that he ate well on weekdays.

The hair was shaved extremely short, dark-colored, stain-resistant clothes, stains on the sleeves like paste, and Xiaoyuan's face was filled with the words laziness.

I saw Sun Jikai flash out of the back kitchen and ran directly into his nearest Sun Maocai.

Sun Jikai glanced at Sun Maocai with a little fear, and when he saw that he was not angry at all, he gave him a flattering smile.

Sun Changping happened to be on the side. When I saw this scene, he quickly stepped up and kicked Sun Jikai. He also apologized to Sun Maocai, "This gentleman, sorry, this is my son. Sometimes he likes to be blind in the store. Run, are you okay? "

"It's okay, the children are more lively." Sun Maocai smiled. "Manager Sun is so cute, but you don't know how old it is?"

Sun Changping put down Sun Jikai: "I will be 5 years old in the second half of the year and will be in elementary school soon."

After talking about Sun Changping, he led Sun Jikai to the front desk and said, "Why did you run out again, did you have lunch?"

"Eat, Grandpa is busy outside. Dad, I want sugar." Sun Jikai exclaimed.

"Did you not eat sugar this morning? Your mother said that you should eat less sugar now, and be careful if you have toothache and toothache. By then you won't even be able to eat your grandpa's food."

"Dad, what is worm tooth?"

"The worm tooth is that you have eaten too much sugar. The worm smells the sugar and crawls onto your teeth to bite you!" Sun Changping began to intimidate his son.

Hearing the conversation between the father and son, Jiang Feng could not help laughing.

Turning his head, he found that Sun Maocai had the same smile on his face.

Just when Jiang Feng was about to slip into the back kitchen to see if he could see Sun Guanyun cooking, his eyes turned dark again, and God suddenly found that he was still in place, and Sun Mao was also sitting in the old seat, but his clothes had changed.

Jiang Feng :?

Serials?

The door opened, and a small radish Dingban Sun Jikai, who was still round but seemed to be a little taller than before, slipped out of the kitchen.

This time Sun Jikai did not run into Sun Maocai, but he smiled at him as if he knew Sun Maocai, and then flew towards his own dad.

Jiang Feng's eyes were dark.

Jiang Feng :? ? ?

WTF? What kind of ghost memory is this? Are the memories of the masters so different?

Jiang Feng was all ready to see Sun Jikai, the young radish diced version, slipping out of the kitchen for the fourth time, but this time it took a long time to get two eyes and a black one. Jiang Feng waited for more than ten seconds before returning in vain.

Jiang Feng :?

Cassette?

Crash?

System restart?

Then he saw the light.

Not the kind of light you see when you open your eyes, but the kind of light that suddenly lights up in the night. A white spot of light suddenly appeared in the air, dazzling in the darkness.

Jiang Feng watched the white light spots spread gradually, spreading into a line, fighting snake-shaped, and finally formed 4 large characters.

To be continued.

Jiang Feng :? ? ?

? ? ?

Then he was kicked out of memory.

Jiang Feng: ...

Jiang Feng sat on the bed, quietly doubting life.

What did he see in memory just now?

He seemed to see nothing but a terrifying melon, only to see Sun Jikai constantly slipping out of the kitchen, time and time again, just like filming ng or repeating.

Sure enough, cheap is not good, two tasks in one memory, either defective or injected.

Jiang Feng opened the properties panel and started looking for the recipe. He would like to see what kind of dishes this strange memory can give him.

Jiang Feng turned the recipe bar from the beginning to the end and could not find any new recipes.

Jiang Feng :?

Jiang Feng searched again and found no new recipe.

Jiang Feng :? ? ?

He wanted to call Sun Maocai and ask why his memory would not be used for recipes.

Unfortunately, he couldn't, and didn't dare.

Most importantly, he does not have a phone number for Sun Maocai.

Can't call Sun Maocai, but Jiang Feng can call Sun Jikai. If Sun Mao was inexplicably starring as a man in that memory just now, Sun Jikai is definitely a well-deserved guest friendship.

Jiang Feng called Sun Jikai's phone.

Teacher Jiang can't wait to go into the kitchen of Jubaolou, and yelled at the grandma Sun who couldn't get rid of Babao Lixiangge.

"Hey." Sun Jikai answered in seconds.

"Hey, Sun Jikai, I just want to ask when will we meet tomorrow morning? Let me determine the time this evening, and I will go to your Jubaolou directly tomorrow morning to find you."

"Ah?" Sun Jikai still had some puppets.

For Jiang Feng, he is now watching an inexplicable memory of a bad movie with a score lower than three points. He has mixed feelings, grief and anger, and wants to scold the director and the actor without thinking of anything. No need to call.

But for Sun Jikai ~ www.readwn.com ~ he was eating at the same table with Jiang Feng half an hour ago, and practiced the hooking of Babao Lixiang pigeon under Jiang Feng's guidance two hours ago. After only half an hour of work, Teacher Jiang spared no effort to call to confirm the next teaching time. This kind of devotion and devotion to the class moved Sun to tears.

Student Sun remembered that Teacher Jiang seemed to have a good habit of lying on the bed, and said, "Late a bit later, after ten o'clock."

"It's too late at 10 o'clock. I can't stay here for a few days at all. Hurry up, or I'll set it at 7 am tomorrow. I'll see you at Jubaolou." Jiang Feng couldn't bear to hang up the phone and went to the table to start recalling the year When the old man taught him how to scold himself, he copied the wonderful words for use tomorrow.

Sun Jikai who was hung up: ...

Sun Jikai had mixed feelings for a while, and even his eyes were slightly moist.

Although he has a good relationship with Jiang Feng, in fact, he has always been secretly against Jiang Feng. Although he is a friend, he is also a competitor of the same age.

Maybe Jiang Feng didn't know about it, but at least Sun Jikai thought so.

He sometimes dreams about 30 years of Hedong, 30 years of Hexi, not to bully young people, and Jubaolou reappeared the glory of his past with his efforts. Jiang Feng, Wu Minqi, Zhang Guanghang, and other recognized cooking skills His strong men were defeated one by one by him.

But now, Sun Jikai doesn't think so at all.

Jiang Feng is his friend and true friend.

Friends are used to help, not to defeat.

"Ding, congratulations to the player for achieving the achievement: truly turn the enemy into a friend and get the achievement reward [a memory of Sun Jikai]."

Jiang Feng :?

Didn't Boss Sun supplement the brain just now?

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