Life is a Game

Xia Mubing's death hit Zhang Guanghang hard. Even though he returned to work two days after the funeral, everyone could tell that he was out of shape and depressed.

A melancholy and filial Chinese-French handsome guy, 1.92 meters, deep eyes, high nose, delicate face, slender waist, long legs and good proportions, such a person who seems to be shining, how can people not go Want to comfort him.

During a very normal lunch break, Ji Yue propped her head up to admire Zhang Guanghang's face up close.

"Hey, my family is so depressed, what should I do if I hurt my body after a long time?" Ji Yue looked sad.

Jiang Feng: ...

If Wu Minqi hadn't been feeling well during her menstrual period today and stayed at home and didn't come to work, he wouldn't be reduced to watching Zhang Guanghang with Ji Yue.

Bah, it's about studying how to comfort Zhang Guanghang.

As Zhang Guanghang's colleague, friend, and also Zhang Guanghang's theoretical boss, Jiang Feng cared about the employees' psychological conditions. It was the duty of every good boss who was unwilling to raise wages.

"Don't look at it, it's useless to look at it again. He has been like this for the past few days, even when he was in the back kitchen. He was always absent-minded. He picked up two plates at noon today." Jiang Feng said, while sending a WeChat message on his mobile phone Ask Wu Minqi how he feels now, and if he needs to go to the convenience store to buy a pack of brown sugar and send it there.

"cei? What dialect do you speak? I found that since you came to Beiping, you speak from north to south." Ji Yue said.

Jiang Feng thought about it, but he didn't know where the dialect was. The students in the university class were all from different places, and they knew one or two words in each dialect after getting along for a few years.

"Ji Xue said that you have been drawing until late at night these days, and you have taken orders again. Didn't you say that you will not accept the sky-high price orders even if you have a rest this month?" Jiang Feng asked.

"It's not the order, but the story of the wonton you told me that day. I've been working on that for the past few days, and I've drawn a few conceptual drawings." Ji Yue said.

Jiang Feng suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"You said how many concept drawings you have drawn in the past few days?" Jiang Feng was dumbfounded.

"Yeah, the feeling I had when I was doing the graduate project is back. Hey, if I had put so much effort into the graduate project when I was doing the graduate project, I guess this outstanding graduate would be mine, and I might still be able to hold the outstanding graduate certificate." Go out and bluff to get a job." Ji Yue turned to look at Jiang Feng with a look of regret.

"I don't take a single cent for the company. As an evil capitalist, shouldn't you show compassion and reward the selfless employees?"

Jiang Feng immediately became vigilant, his face was full of no money.

Although Ji Yue is a dove, no matter the price is high or low, as long as it is a manuscript, she dares to coo, and she will never write until the last moment, and she will think about it before starting to write at the last moment, but it is undeniable that her painter is still good.

Especially when Jiang Feng knew how much Ji Yue paid for an order in May, and then recalled the time it took Ji Yue to draw a picture. Jiang Feng deeply realized that the reason Ji Yue was so poor was entirely because she didn't want to draw.

Now that she is actively drawing sketches, and still has no money to draw for love, Jiang Feng can hardly believe that the person in front of him is Ji Yue.

"My family's assets are still negative nine figures. You have to talk to my mother about bonuses." Jiang Feng's face was full of poverty.

"Who doesn't know that you are poor? You are the poorest in our store. Sun Jikai was still wearing burberry when his grandfather kicked him out of the house. You only wear a Versace shirt. If I remember correctly, it was a birthday present from Aunt Wang." Ji Yue said.

Jiang Feng: ...

My dad still wears seven wolves!

Ji Yue had a pair of eyes like a brand identification machine, and scanned Jiang Feng's whole body, "Your pair of shoes were given by your family Qiqi, right?"

Jiang Feng was surprised: "How do you know?"

"Your grandfather likes Valentino. Aunt Wang usually buys you Versace. Uncle Jiang is more likely to buy you a kitchen knife than shoes. The only one who will buy you shoes is your Kiki who likes Dior. Is it not easy to guess?" Ji Yue calmly analyzed.

"No, no, where did this go! I'm digressing, I'm drawing manga for free, so you have to cook some good food and reward me?" Ji Yuetu looked at him poorly.

"Good food? What do you want to eat? I boiled porridge yesterday, and you didn't eat less shredded yam. I remember that I made eight-treasure tofu the day before yesterday. And today's internal staff meal was cooked by my grandfather. Can't satisfy you?" Jiang Feng thought for a while, "Why don't I bring a casserole home at night and ask Ji Xue to make you a pot of pottery chicken?"

"Hua Diao Chicken was cooked for me on the first day I lived with A Xue. I want to eat the stewed pigeon you made." Ji Yue said, "It's that one, Ba Bao, what kind of pigeon is Ba Bao?"

"Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon."

"That's right, it's the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon!" Ji Yue patted his thigh, "It's been too hot recently, so I just want to eat stewed pigeon."

"I'll make it for you tomorrow." Jiang Feng agreed without hesitation.

He had originally planned to continue practicing Babao Chestnut Pigeon these days. He would practice between the noon and evening business hours. The finished product could also be sold as special dishes or employee benefits.

During this period of time, the business of Taifeng Building was very smooth. Although it was not full of customers every day, compared with the size of Taifeng Building, the attendance rate was still very high. As a high-end restaurant with expensive dishes, it was already quite high. Not bad.

However, except for the shredded yam, Jiang Feng has not sold a single special effect dish so far.

Li Hongzhang's chowder, no one ordered.

Marriage package, no one ordered.

Weight loss special meal - pickled vegetable dumpling, no one ordered.

Even the pure meat wonton, which only sells for 6 yuan and is marked with "wonderful taste, be careful!" There are only 3 servings per day, no customers order a copy out of curiosity.

Before Jiang Feng opened his business, he made his marriage business bigger and stronger, and his lofty ambition to overthrow the major dating agencies in Beiping was stifled in the cradle.

Ji Yue's comics are an opportunity. Taifeng Building has registered its own Weibo and WeChat public accounts, and handed over to a professional operation team to operate them. If Ji Yue could finish drawing the story about wontons and post them on Weibo and WeChat official accounts, Jiang Feng believed that there would be mouse volunteers who would take the bait to try pure meat wontons.

Jiang Jianshe was responsible for the purchase of ingredients. Jiang Feng took the time to call him and asked him to practice poultry meat suppliers to prepare some pigeons and eggs during this time. Jiang Jianshe agreed wholeheartedly, expressing his modesty.

"Hey." Ji Yue sighed again, "Do you think there is any way to make my family's mood better!"

"If he's always in a bad mood, how can he have the time to fall in love with me?"

Jiang Feng who saw Ji Yue dreaming just after calling back:? ? ?

Sleepwalking? ? ?

"Are you joking or are you serious? Do you really want to chase after Zhang Guanghang?" Jiang Feng was a little confused about Ji Yue's thoughts. She usually flirts like this, and most of the handsome people in the entertainment industry are her husband. , Even the European and American circles and the Japanese circles have not been spared.

At first, Jiang Feng thought that Ji Yue's attitude towards Zhang Guanghang was the same as that of her "husbands" in the entertainment industry, but now it seems that she is a little serious.

Ji Yue even drew the character set because of Zhang Guanghang's suggestion.

"Of course I'm serious. Unless the single man I like doesn't want to date me, I can catch him!" Ji Yue said confidently.

"You seem to have just talked about it..." Jiang Feng vaguely remembered that Ji Yue seemed to have a boyfriend who was one level higher than her and passed the postgraduate entrance examination.

"Don't mention that guy, just forget about it and still love me. I was so blind that I chased him because he was handsome." Ji Yue's face was full of memories of the past.

"Straight?" Jiang Feng remembered that Ji Yue was a face-controlling boyfriend, and her boyfriend seemed to be quite handsome, with 1.88 meters long legs.

"Straighter than you!"

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

I straight? ? ?

"On the day he finished his postgraduate entrance examination, he sent a message after the last exam to ask me if I was free." Ji Yue had a complicated expression on his face.

"What's the matter, what did you reply? No time?" Jiang Feng made a curious voice from the melon-eating crowd.

"Of course I'm free. As soon as I received the news, I put on makeup in the dormitory. I put on makeup for more than two hours. I changed my eyebrows two or three times. After I finished my makeup, I asked him where he was. Guess who he is?" How did you get me back?"

"How did you come back?"

"I'll go to the Internet cafe to relax, you have a good rest." Ji Yue smiled.

Jiang Feng: ...

He couldn't help looking at Zhang Guanghang, recalling the face of Ji Yue's ex-boyfriend that had long been blurred in his memory, and couldn't help but sigh.

Being handsome can really do whatever you want.