Life is a Game

Since such a memory fell from the sky, Jiang Feng naturally wanted to see it.

Not only to watch, but to watch now and immediately.

Jiang Feng opens the property panel, turns to the props bar, finds [A memory of Sun Jikai] and clicks Yes.

Jiang Feng was shrouded in mist again.

Jiang Feng is very familiar with the venue this time. It is the special kitchen for Sun Jikai who is in the back kitchen of Jubaolou. Although it looks a little different from what it is today, Jiang Feng can tell from the interior space, the placement of kitchen utensils and seasonings that this is the small kitchen.

The protagonist, Ding Sun Jikai, is sitting on the right side of Jiang Feng, holding a spoon and chopping rice.

Jiang Feng has seen children eat, but he saw the sisters Jiang Jianglian and Jiang Yanqing when they were young. It is called a tiger who is so engulfed and has a lot of energy. From the age of three or four, you do n’t need an adult to feed it with a spoon.

What Jiang Feng did not expect was that Sun Jikai was the same when he was a child.

Jiang Feng looked carefully at the rice in Sun Jikai's bowl. The meals were mixed together, presumably to make it easier for him to chop rice with a spoon. The vegetables were cut thin and small, and the meat was deboned. Jiang Feng even saw the finely chopped fish in the rice, which showed that the cook was attentive.

Although the dishes in the bowl looked like a messy dish, the taste of Sun Jikai's mouthful can be seen to be quite good.

On the table in the corner, Jiang Feng saw a familiar sandbag and some special props. There are a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables in the cabinet, and there is a small box of chocolate on the top floor, which is definitely invisible to Sun Jikai's height.

After walking in the small kitchen, Jiang Feng walked through the wall and entered the large kitchen. Now it's business hours and everyone is very busy. It's not false busyness, it's real busyness. Everyone has work to do, and everyone is working seriously. Jiang Feng noticed a small handyman who had messed up a pot of vegetables because of his hands and feet. He also got a few scolds from a pier chef on the side.

It's a pretty good working atmosphere.

Jiang Feng took a few steps forward and saw Sun Guanyun surrounded by several apprentice stars.

Among these people, Jiang Feng only recognized Qiu Fu. As Sun Guanyun's big disciple, Qiu Fu was also the closest to Sun Guanyun. He was holding a small saucer with a lighter sauce and wanted to ask Sun Guanyun to try and comment.

Sun Guanyun took a sip and said, "Slightly dull."

Qiu Fu dropped the sauce with some loss.

"How is the whole pigeon deboned?" Sun Guanyun asked.

"Still practicing." Qiu Fu whispered.

"Hurry up." Sun Guanyun glanced at Jiang Feng in that direction. "Remember to call Xiaokai back after half an hour. It was late yesterday."

"I know Master."

Jiang Feng turned around and found out that Sun Jikai had finished lunch and slipped out of the small kitchen, waiting for the opportunity to prepare to open the door of the back kitchen.

In fact, Sun Jikai didn't have to pretend to be a sneaky look. Jiang Feng felt that the entire kitchen staff should have seen him.

Maybe kids love it.

Sun Jikai, obsessed with sneaking out, thought that he had grasped the opportunity, quietly opened the door of the back kitchen, and slipped out.

Sure enough, Jiang Feng saw Sun Maocai outside the door.

Different clothes, same location.

Probably because he often saw Sun Maocai here, Sun Jikai already recognized him. Sun Jikai first looked up and didn't see his father, so he walked two steps to Sun Mao before speaking boldly.

"Uncle, I always saw you sitting in this position." Sun Jikai said.

"Uncle also often sees you running out of the kitchen." Sun Maocai smiled.

"Uncle, did you see my father?" Sun Jikai asked.

"Your father seems to be on the second floor."

Sun Jikai nodded, wanted to say something more, thought and continued to say, "Uncle, do you especially like to eat my grandpa's dishes?"

"Yes, your grandpa's dishes are particularly delicious, and they are more delicious than others. Uncles often come here to eat because they like to eat." Sun Mao Cai said warmly, speaking like a kindergarten teacher coaxing class Children are average.

"That uncle, don't come next week."

"Ok?"

"My grandfather is going out next week, it seems like something ... What will happen, I will not use it next week. Uncle, if you come next week, you will not be able to eat my grandpa's dishes, my grandpa and my disciples will The dishes are not as delicious as those made by my grandpa. "Sun Jikai solemnly.

"Okay, thank you for your reminder." Sun Mao just remembered something and pulled a piece of sugar out of his pocket. "To thank you for reminding me, uncle, ask you to have orange candy."

Sun Jikai stared at the sugar in Sun Maocai's hand, hesitated, and took over: "Thank you Uncle."

"By the way, my uncle would like to ask you, is your grandpa going to join the cooking exchange meeting next door next week?" Sun Maocai asked.

Sun Jikai nodded: "It seems to be this."

"Thank you."

Just then Sun Jikai saw Sun Changping coming down from the second floor, and hurried to Sun Changping, unpacking the sugar wrapping paper while running, and stuffed the irregular mass into his mouth.

"Dad." Sun Jikai murmured with sugar in his mouth.

"What's in the mouth?" Sun Changping asked.

"The uncle at the door gave me a piece of sugar." Sun Jikai said.

Sun Changping lightly hit Sun Jikai's head ~ www.readwn.com ~ reprimanded: "How many times have I told you, don't take things from others, and don't eat things from strangers."

"Oh." Sun Jikai grumbled, and chewed the sugar in his mouth, as if the sugar was sticking to his teeth.

"Dad, this candy is delicious. Next time you buy it for me." Sun Jikai passed the sugar paper to his dad.

Sun Changping took the sugar paper, looked up in doubt, looked repeatedly, looked at the front and then looked at the back.

"What kind of candy paper is this? Why is it all in English?" Sun Changping mumbled, and walked towards Sun Mao.

"Sir, excuse me. You gave my son a candy just now. He clamored for me to buy the same one, so I want to ask you what brand of sugar is this? Where did you buy it?" Sun Changping asked.

Sun Maocai grabbed a few sugars wrapped in almost sugar paper from his pocket and handed them to Sun Changping: "This sugar is not for sale. I gave it when I ate at a restaurant in Hong Kong City two days ago. Put it in your pocket, and give it to your son if he likes it. Next time, if they are still delivered by the restaurant, I will bring some more. "

Sun Changping took over the sugar: "Thank you, don't bother with this."

"It's just a hand."

Sun Jikai was still in the previous position, watching his dad and Sun Maocai far away, chewing candy in his mouth, staring at the sugar in their hands.

Jiang Feng also stared at the sugar in Sun Changping's hand. He had never seen such a weird sugar. Although the wrapping paper was the same, the size of the sugar cubes was different, like the one he made.

Looking at it, Jiang Feng couldn't see the candy in Sun Changping's hand.

Heavy fog struck.

Jiang Feng left the memory.

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