Life is a Game

At 6 o’clock in the evening on December 21st, Jiang Feng carrying a large plate of three kilograms of super-large fruit assortment salad that had just been made, walked the stairs to Jiang Jiankang’s house downstairs. He happened to ran into the door at the door and he had just returned from get off work from the hospital. Jiang Shoucheng wearing a thick down jacket.

Jiang Feng looked at the down jacket on Jiang Shoucheng that was heavier than the fruit platter in his hands, and then looked down at the sweater on his body. Even though there was no wind in the corridor, he still shuddered involuntarily.

Also a little happy

The heating is great!

"Brother Cheng, just got off work?" Jiang Feng asked with a smile.

"I took leave from get off work with the director and came back early. The department is not busy today." Jiang Shoucheng knocked on the door, and there was a rush of footsteps in the room. Upon hearing this, he knew that the tonnage was at least 240 jin, not Jiang Jianguo. It is Jiang Jiankang.

The door opened.

Sure enough, it was Jiang Jiankang.

"Er smash!" Jiang Jiankang shouted excitedly, completely ignoring his nephew who was impossible to ignore in front of him. He walked up to Jiang Feng with a stride, took the fruit platter in his hand and looked concerned, "How can you wear it in such cold weather? , Even if there are only two steps, you can put on a coat anyway, what if you catch a cold while being blown by the wind?"

Originally, Jiang Feng went to university in City A. Jiang Jiankang hadn't been so excited to see him in half a year. Maybe this is the charm of appointment.

If it weren't for an appointment, Jiang Jiankang wouldn't know that he wanted to see his son so much.

After speaking, Jiang Jiankang turned his head and looked at Jiang Shoucheng: "Cheng Cheng, you happened to take the garbage at the door and throw it away."

Jiang Shoucheng:?

The door closed mercilessly, Jiang Shoucheng was blocked outside, with two bags of garbage in his hands, Jiang Feng was welcomed into the warm home and embraced the beautiful heating again.

There are already many people in the house.

The old man is still making dumplings at the coffee table. He is the only one making dumplings. Obviously, the old man is solely responsible for the dumplings today, and no one is allowed to intervene. Grandma Jiang was cooking dumplings in the kitchen. Wang Xiulian, auntie Wang, and Jiang Jianguo all gathered around the table to cut fruits. There was an electronic scale for grams and a calculator beside the auntie, who were always working on calculations. Is counting calories.

Aunt's weight loss is always serious, scientific and rigorous, but it has no effect.

Jiang Jiandang sat on the sofa by the window and studied Jiang Shoucheng's textbooks. Jiang Jianye and Jiang Jianshe had nothing to do, Si Aunt and Jiang Weiming could only sit on the sofa and watch TV.

At this time, there may be careful readers who want to ask. Jiang Ran, who has been almost expelled from the Jiang family tree, has no sense of existence. He and Jiang Feng are in the same class.

Jiang Ran wanted to study abroad before, but later felt that the fish and chips in a certain country were really not good, so he stayed in school for postgraduate studies. Now he is still trapped in the thorns of Magic City Head, and he has gone further and further on the road of studying.

Jiang Feng scanned the room and found that Wu Minqi was not there.

Today, I ate dumplings during the winter solstice, but Taifeng Building is still open for business. The Jiang family gathered together. Wu Minqi is also considered to be the Jiang family because she is Jiang’s granddaughter-in-law. It stands to reason that eating dumplings in the winter solstice will definitely not leave her alone.

"Dad, won't Qiqi come to eat dumplings tonight?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Qiqi is going to get the cake, she will come back later." Jiang Jiankang said cheerfully.

"Cake?" Jiang Feng was shocked. He had only eaten the winter solstice and eat dumplings. I haven't heard of the winter solstice cake. Is this the legendary combination of Chinese and Western?

At the end of the topic, Jiang Weiming, who has been concentrating on TV, has something to say. Jiang Weiming glanced helplessly at the old man who was still making dumplings, and explained, "They are all going to make it. They said that it's rare for everyone to get together today in the winter solstice and want to make up my birthday."

Last year when Jiang Weiming was ninety-nine years old, Jiang Feng said that he had to wait until Jiang Weiming was 100 years old, so he had to do it. But it was really Jiang Weiming’s 100th birthday, which coincided with the eventful autumn of Taifeng Building. . Jiang Weiming didn’t want to make a big deal either. In his words, the Jiang family’s tradition is that the birthday is only a hundred years old, and it’s always ninety-nine. It’s just a bowl of longevity noodles even if it’s birthday, and the whole family doesn’t even get together for a meal. .

Jiang Yong ordered Jiang Weiming a birthday cake at the cake shop just like last year.

"Of course I should make up for your birthday. You said you don't want to make a big deal. It's okay for everyone to eat together. Let's eat dumplings together today. All are supposed to be for your birthday." Jiang Feng smiled and sat down. On the sofa.

There was a knock on the door again, and it was obvious that Jiang Shoucheng had dumped the garbage back, and Jiang Jiankang went to open the door.

"How are you doing?" The old man asked suddenly.

"Ah, just... okay." Jiang Feng doesn't know how to describe his progress in the past half month. It is impossible to say that there is nothing at all. His porridge is getting better and better, and the fruit plate is cut. Not bad.

To say that there is no progress, the progress bar of Jiang's ginseng is just like sticking to the ground, and it can't be kicked.

"What's okay?" The old man was obviously dissatisfied with Jiang Feng's specious answer.

"Okay, the big holiday is the same as the final examination results. Xiaofeng is no longer a child, he must know it in his own mind. Besides, at his current level, even if he encounters a problem, you think the two of us are sure to give him Is it resolved?" Jiang Weiming smiled.

The old man was choked so speechless that he could only bow his head and concentrate on making dumplings.

There are too many people in the family and they can eat, but not many packages will be enough to eat.

"But Xiaofeng, Grandpa San has something to ask you." Jiang Weiming changed his conversation and changed from a modest parent to a bad relative asking about the final results.

"Did you encounter any problems when making Jiang's ginseng soup?" Jiang Weiming looked at Jiang Feng.

He directly confused Jiang Feng with this question.

Jiang Feng didn't expect Jiang Weiming to see it.

The dishes he has cooked every day for the past half month are very rich. It stands to reason that no one else could tell that the dishes he really studied were Jiang's ginseng soup. He has never said why he suddenly retreats, only that he wants to concentrate on practicing to find the sense of cooking.

The most important thing is that Jiang Weiming only came to see him at home once in the past half month, and chatted with Jiang Feng for more than half an hour. The conversation was all about Jiang Weiming's cooking experience over the years, which can be regarded as an exchange of experience.

"No...nothing too big a problem." Jiang Feng stuttered a bit in shock, completely exposed.

Jiang Feng was very clear about his problem.

If he tells others that the biggest bottleneck he encounters now is to find that he has no style in cooking, no one will believe it. In the eyes of outsiders, Jiang Feng's cooking style is so changeable, it can be said to be super style. Among so many masters in the country, Jiang Feng's cooking style is the most unique.

If Jiang Feng said so, then others would definitely ask him why his other dishes are not in style. If Jiang Feng truthfully answers that the dishes he cooked before are imitating, it will surely cause more serious and difficult to explain questions.

Who to imitate?

How could he imitate the dead masters he had never met before.

So Jiang Feng chose to hide it because he didn't think he could get help from others.

But now, Jiang Weiming actually saw it.

Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Weiming, and Jiang Weiming's slightly muddy eyes were full of love and care, as if encouraging him, like a hard stone wall, reliable and reliable.

This look seemed to have a kind of magic power, a kind of magic power that made Jiang Feng speak the truth and seek the help of the elders who loved him.

Jiang Feng hesitated and said.

"It's true... I've encountered a problem." Jiang Feng tried to organize the language so that it didn't sound so absurd.

"I feel... I'm not making my own dishes."

The old man stopped his movements.

Jiang Feng squinted his eyes, a little confused: "I think I'm just copying the answer based on the reference answer. I don't have my own ideas or things. No matter what dishes I do, I don't feel my own."

"Those special dishes are not my own, but fried potato shreds and chili scrambled eggs seem to be my own. But my own is not very good. Only when I cook porridge, I feel different and feel very smooth. Be at ease, don’t need to think so much, just do everything with your own feelings."

"These days I have been thinking about how to make those dishes belong to me. I think I am good at knife work, but knife work seems to be unable to change anything. There is no way to change the taste, there is no way to make him better, and sometimes I can’t make it. It looks better."

After Jiang Feng finished speaking, he took a fancy to the old man and Jiang Weiming, hoping that the two of them could understand a little bit.

Jiang Weiming may understand a little bit, but the old man is blank and full of what you are talking about.

Jiang Feng hasn't heard back for a long time.

"I'm going to pour a glass of juice." Jiang Feng decided to drink juice to alleviate the embarrassment, and ran to the dining table to ask for the juice.

The aunt enthusiastically took out orange juice, orange juice, grape juice and apple juice to choose from Gong Jiangfeng, and said that if he didn't mind waiting, he could make him a cup of fruit tea on the spot.

Jiang Feng of course didn't mind. Taking root at the table, the eldest aunt became a master of fruit tea and tea and began to make on-site deployment.

"What did Xiao Feng just say?" The old man threw the dough he had held for a long time on the chopping board.

"He is looking for his own way." Jiang Weiming smiled happily.

Father:? ? ?

Can he hear a human word he can understand before eating dumplings today?

Seeing that the old man didn’t understand, Jiang Weiming smiled and explained with him in a different way of expression: "Brother, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, do you remember that when you were a child, Dad often visited other restaurant chefs, two or three when he went there. God, I shut myself in the kitchen after I came back. I often forget that I don’t go to Taifeng Building when the time is up, so Mr. Lu often ran home to look for him."

The old man nodded, of course he remembered.

That was a major turning point in Jiang Chengde's culinary skills. Since then, Jiang Chengde has truly managed to gather the best of hundreds of schools and truly carry forward Jiang's cuisine.

"I remember that situation should last for two or three years. I often lie on the kitchen window to see what Dad is doing in the kitchen." The old man said.

"Do you remember what he was doing?"

"Just cooking, what else is there?" The old man didn't understand why Jiang Weiming wanted to say this.

"Xiao Feng is now doing the same things he did back then."

The old man was stunned.

I just felt incredible, turned his head to look at the grandson who was waiting to drink fruit tea. His eyes were full of longing for fruit tea. How he looked so unbelievable, how he looked like someone who was doing such a earth-shattering event.

"Are you sure?" The old man felt that Jiang Weiming was thinking too much. Even if Jiang Feng's progress in the past two years has far exceeded his expectations and understanding, the words of Kaizong Lipai are still too far away from Jiang Feng.

If Jiang Feng is really doing the same thing as Jiang Chengde back then, then he is starting a school.

Who set up a school to study it alone? It is not that Wang Yang will be at home tomorrow to learn about bamboo objects. Jiang Chengde also had a chat with the master back then, and that master chatted.

"Wait for the knock." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

"I can't be wrong."

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