Life is a Game

Jiang Feng returned to his familiar corner, with an expression on his face that I was isolated.

Under the light, it is fun and harmonious, but in the corner is deserted.

Jiang Feng looked at Ji Xue who was also isolated in another corner.

Emmm, judging by her expression, she looks more like everyone present here alone.

Jiang Feng seldom checked Weibo, but it was really boring for everyone to chat and sit alone in a dark corner. In addition, it was on the hot search yesterday, so bored, he opened the Weibo that had been dusty for a year, and started checking Weibo .

Have you studied today: Overthinking your abilities = don’t teach yourself quantum physics [big cry][big cry][big cry][picture][picture]

Below are two draft papers for calculation problems.

It's too miserable, Jiang Feng silently nodded his praise.

After looking at the hot searches on Weibo, 3 of the ten articles were related to Zhang Guanghang, and the rest were about celebrity gossip, rich man disputes, etc. Jiang Feng found it boring to scroll through, and suddenly thought of the fanboy who wrote "Today you Fourier?" blogger, search, click to open.

Are you Fourier today: My new book "Self-cultivation of a Dude" is being serialized at a certain point, and everyone is welcome to read and correct~ [link].

new book?

Jiang Feng searched curiously, and found that this book was actually written in the first person. The first sentence at the beginning was: My name is Nan Zhe, and I am an excellent dude.

First person? Jiang Feng is also someone who has read online articles, such as Wang Hao's sand sculpture novels, and he can be regarded as a knowledgeable person. This kind of messy writing is spicy.

five minutes later.

Jiang Feng sometimes smirked while holding the phone, sometimes even more sillily, knowing nothing about the outside world.

"Hello."

"Hello." Jiang Feng looked up, and Zhang Guanghang's 360° handsome face came into view.

Putting away the sand sculpture's smile on the spot, Jiang Feng's face was serious, as if he was facing an enemy, he held his breath, the corners of his mouth were tensed, trying to exude the aura of a king.

"I added Wu Minqi's WeChat a few days ago. I wanted to add you, but you left too early. Is it convenient to add a WeChat now?" Zhang Guanghang asked.

"No problem." Jiang Feng never said that he added Zhang Guanghang's wechat the day before but he didn't pass it.

"May I sit here?" Zhang Guanghang asked.

"Of course." Jiang Feng was flattered.

Is he...becoming friends with the boss? !

Zhang Guanghang moved a chair and sat next to Jiang Feng. Under everyone's gaze, Jiang Feng straightened up unconsciously.

Zhang Guanghang was first on the field, he was second, Zhang Guanghang was on the hot search, and he was also on the hot search, the two of them sitting together, it makes sense!

Nothing wrong!

"You are very strong." Zhang Guanghang said.

"No, no." Jiang Feng said repeatedly, why is he so strong, he is scolded like a grandson by the old man every day, even though he is indeed the grandson of the old man.

"I didn't compliment you, you are really strong. The fish you ate in the last competition was thinner than mine, as thin as a cicada's wing, and my knife skills are not as good as yours." Zhang Guanghang said, "That should be the first time you ate fish. live?"

Jiang Feng nodded.

"No wonder, your knife skills are very good but the wrong part."

"Have you studied it?" Jiang Feng asked curiously.

"I studied with Master Xuecun from Japan for two months last year." Zhang Guanghang said.

Jiang Feng was shocked. He thought that Zhang Guanghang was just a double cultivation of Chinese and French, but he didn't expect it to be a trinity of Chinese, French and Japanese.

Once the conversation is started, the chatterbox will open. Zhang Guanghang's Chinese is very good, and he even has a little knowledge of local dialects. In addition, he has a good personality, is objective and rigorous, and the two have common hobbies. The direction of the chat soon changed. It became a culinary exchange.

"I always thought my father was too conformist, he was against innovative dishes..."

While chatting, Wu Minqi joined the group chat.

The three of them sat and formed a triangle. Wu Minqi chatted about Sichuan cuisine, Zhang Guanghang talked about eating in French, and Jiang Feng fished in troubled waters. The three successfully formed their own small group and isolated other small groups.

Time always flies by when we are chatting and chatting. We were having fun talking, and the staff came to inform the players to gather and reiterate the pre-match matters.

"This competition is limited to two hours. The ingredients have been read beforehand and cannot be changed. And I believe that everyone has experience after the last live broadcast. If there is any unexpected situation such as physical discomfort, please notify our work as soon as possible. Staff, don't force yourself. Please go to the stage to prepare later, and the game will start on time at 8:1."

"At that time, the host will introduce the content and details of the competition to the audience. The contestants don't need to pay attention to it. In order to ensure the taste of the dishes, please raise your hand to signal the staff when you are done. First, go up to the judges, score and announce the results on the spot , until the last bit completes or the time runs out."

"Do you have any questions?"

No one has any doubts.

"Okay, everyone, please go to the stage to prepare now, there are still 20 minutes before the start of the game."

Score and announce the results on the spot.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath to calm himself down. After all, he was also someone who had seen big winds and waves in his memory. There was no tension at all in the mere competition.

It's just skeletal muscle trembling.

As soon as Jiang Feng took the stage, he saw the Jiang family's relatives and friends in the third row.

Among the thirteen people, except for Jiang Weiming who was a little thinner, the other twelve were all tall and fat with one against two. The thirteen people sat in a row, giving the people in the front and back rows an invisible coercion.

Especially the people in the back row looked so weak, helpless and pitiful.

"Brother, come on, you must advance to the final!" Jiang Junqing and Jiang Junlian shouted from the bottom of their hearts.

Jiang Feng gave them a firm look.

"It's still Zaide who is amazing, able to get so many votes at once." Jiang Jiankang praised.

"It's a small matter. I took an order to design a new house for the son of the head of the provincial and Taiwan station a few years ago, and I got it after a while." Jiang Zaide slumped on a large chair exhaustedly, smiling slightly, hiding his achievements and fame.

"Hey, by the way, third child, if Xiaofeng gets the most popular and so called, Taifeng Building can be opened?" Jiang Jianguo was suddenly excited, "Then we have to get ready first. For such a big restaurant, you need to hire a lot of people for purchasing, management, back kitchen, etc.?"

"What about the disappearance, let's talk about it when we get it." Jiang Jiankang said.

"Just find someone to shua. I think all the stars on the Internet are like this. Dede, go and see if you have any customers who specialize in this industry, contact and help Xiaofeng run it, and then what about management, headhunting , There are other channels and the relationship with Beiping. You can find any customers who can help. Didn’t you take a few orders in Beiping a few years ago? Look more, it’s about your third uncle’s house Let's serve some dim sum too, Taifeng Tower belongs to Jiang's family anyway." Jiang Jianguo did not make a sound but only mouthed.

"No problem, I'll go back and look it up. But I don't think this kind of operation is reliable. I'll go find someone in the media to publicize Xiaofeng." Jiang Zaide thinks this is not reliable.

"You need to find a professional." Jiang Jianguo looked expert.

"Zai De, I remember that you took over the design of the new teaching building of the junior high school of No. 1 Middle School last year. Do you know any teachers who are better? Let me introduce to you two cousins, especially physics and physics. Mathematics is about to take the senior high school entrance examination, and the grades are still so poor." Jiang Jianshe said.

"No problem, I'll call and ask when I get back." Jiang Zaide said, Universal Zaide is at your service.

"Brother De, it's better for the male teacher to be younger and more handsome." Jiang Junlian pushed forward.

"This is a bit difficult. Good science teachers are all bald." Jiang Zaide scratched his head, and a stubborn hair fell out.

Fifth Aunt couldn't help but began to criticize Jiang Junlian immediately: "It's good to have a teacher who can make up for you, you still choose, you child..."

The conversation over there was heated, and Jiang Jiankang also began to test the old man's tone.

"Dad, if Xiaofeng can take out the money for the decoration, we can help with the rest, right?"

"As you wish." Jiang Weiguo looked at Jiang Feng on the field.

Jiang Feng was staring at the tender hen on the table that was tied up by the five flowers and was so scared that he didn't even dare to crow, thinking about how to cut the bloodletting so that it would be clean and fast.

"At least now he won't disgrace our Jiang family."