Life is a Game

Jiang Feng originally thought that since the price of vegetables had been lowered, his buff vegetables should also be sold.

Who would have thought that after 10 days, the sales volume is still 0.

The people of Peiping are too easy to be fooled these days, even the special dishes can't attract their attention and stimulate their consumption.

On August 8th, such a festive day, Jiang Feng still did not sell any buff dishes.

After the evening business ended, Jiang Feng asked Wu Minqi to go back first, and stayed in the back kitchen to ponder the sauce of the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon.

Sun Jikai rested today, and the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon research team, which lost the dog-headed military division, still made no progress. These days, with the continuous efforts of the three of them, the deboning of the whole pigeon, the preparation of the stuffing, the soaking of the pine needles in water, and the steaming time have all been carefully considered, but the only thing stuck is the gravy.

The seemingly thick sauce that Sun Jikai remembers, which can be scooped up with a spoon and can flow down like water, still only exists in his words.

During this period of time, Jiang Feng was thinking about the gorgon juice, and he was a little obsessed. He opened his eyes and closed his eyes every day, and his mind was full of the gorgon juice of the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon. Every night, he fought in the back kitchen of Taifeng Building, leaving later than Ji Xue .

At 10:24 in the evening, Jiang Feng's cell phone vibrated.

It's a WeChat message.

Jiang Feng thought it was Wu Minqi's wechat message urging him to go back quickly, so he washed his hands, drank the water and picked up his phone to look, but it turned out to be a wechat message from Zhang Zhiyun.

Since Zhang Zhiyun's late grandmother, Cao Guixiang, was the descendant of the Tan family cuisine who had nine dishes, Jiang Feng initially had a relationship with Zhang Zhiyun for a long time with an impure purpose. friendship.

As for why it was close, it was because since the final exam, Zhang Zhiyun began to mend the sky with Nuwa, Cangjie invented characters, and all the members of the Jiang family moved to Peiping. faded.

Zhang Zhiyun: Senior, are you there?

Jiang Feng: Yes.

Zhang Zhiyun: Senior, I see that your store in your circle of friends seems to have moved to Beiping, can you please help me to find out which hotel has a better location and more convenient transportation. I checked the map all day today, but I really can't understand it.

Zhang Zhiyun is coming to Beijing to play?

It was just a small favor to help check the hotel, Jiang Feng agreed immediately, and asked a question by the way.

Jiang Feng: Are you going to travel to Peiping?

Zhang Zhiyun: Yes, I came with my family.

family!

Jiang Feng was immediately excited. Cao Guixiang had passed away for many years. The only way to obtain her memory was to touch objects full of characters' memories, except for a side mission that would appear at some point.

After such a long time, Jiang Feng also figured out some ways. Xia Mu's memory was obtained after he touched the urn containing Li Fen's ashes, the memories of Li Mingyi and Jiang Huiqin were all obtained by touching the photos, and Zhang Zhiyun's memory obtained last time, most likely It was because he accidentally touched Zhang Zhiyun's tears.

This time Zhang Zhiyun's family came to Beiping to travel, which was his opportunity.

Jiang Feng thought for a while, then sent a message asking: When will you arrive in Beiping?

Zhang Zhiyun: On the 10th, my parents and I plan to take my grandfather to play in Beiping for a week. Senior, you just need to help us look at the hotel. I will book the room myself. Please, senior.

Jiang Feng: No problem, it's a small matter, when will you arrive?

Zhang Zhiyun: The plane at twelve noon on the 10th.

Jiang Feng: I'll pick you up.

Zhang Zhiyun, who watched dog-blood love dramas with his mother at home:? ? ?

"Yunyun, what does your senior say?" Zhang Chiyuan didn't want to watch dog blood romance dramas with his wife, and always paid attention to Zhang Zhiyun's movements.

"Senior said he was going to pick us up at the airport." Zhang Zhiyun was a little puzzled, and began to think about when his relationship with Jiang Feng had become so good.

No, the relationship between him and Jiang Feng doesn't seem to be that good.

"Your senior is so enthusiastic!" Zhang Chiyuan exclaimed.

Zhang Zhiyun's mother, who had been concentrating on watching TV dramas, also turned her head and said, "Yunyun, we are going to play as a big family, so it's not appropriate for your senior to pick it up."

"I don't think it's appropriate either." As soon as Zhang Zhiyun finished speaking, he saw Jiang Feng's new WeChat message.

"The senior said that he came to pick us up on the day we arrived. He invited us to eat at their restaurant, and then sent us to the hotel. He also told us about the fun places in Beijing." Zhang Zhiyun was overwhelmed by Jiang Feng's enthusiasm up.

"This won't work. We asked your senior to help us choose a hotel. We have already troubled him. How can we ask him to treat us to dinner?" Zhang Zhiyun's mother said no.

"Yes, yes, your mother is right. I remember you said that the dishes in your senior's restaurant are delicious. The fried beef river is the same as yours. Your grandfather likes to eat you the most. Well, it’s fried beef. On the day we arrive, we’ll go to your senior’s shop to eat, we can’t let him invite us, we pay for it ourselves, and we can also take care of your senior’s business by the way.” Zhang Chiyuan said.

Zhang Zhiyun felt that what his father said was reasonable and began to message Jiang Feng.

"Oh, my wife, let's stop watching this drama and change to another one. I remember that the medical drama you watched last time was very good. Let's watch that drama." Zhang Chiyuan took the opportunity to ask for another TV drama.

"Don't make noise, go to sleep if you don't want to see you." Zhang Zhiyun's mother expressed her disgust.

Zhang Chiyuan: ce(┬┬)3

After discussing it with Zhang Zhiyun, Jiang Feng and Zhang Zhiyun put down their mobile phones and continued to make the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon, but their minds were already far away in the back kitchen.

In a blink of an eye, it was number 10.

Jiang Feng greeted everyone yesterday, and today he will skip his two-hour shift to pick up people at the airport. Everyone saw how excited he was. If it wasn't because Zhang Zhiyun was a male compatriot, they would have suspected that Jiang Feng might be cheating on Wu Minqi.

He has already helped Zhang Zhiyun's family choose the hotel, Chaoyang District, close to the subway entrance, good location, convenient transportation, complete hotel facilities, good reputation and reputation, but the price is relatively expensive.

It has only been a month since he came to Beiping, and this is the second time for Jiang Feng to pick up someone at the airport. Jiang Feng was already familiar with the matter of picking up the airport. He arrived at the airport five minutes ago, and after waiting for only ten minutes, he saw Zhang Zhiyun dragging two oversized suitcases and wandering around like headless flies.

Behind him was a middle-aged couple who seemed to be his parents. Zhang Chiyuan was dragging a slightly smaller suitcase, and Zhang Zhiyun's mother was carrying a large bag.

The most leisurely one is Zhang Zhiyun's grandfather Zhang Chu, who follows at the end, fanning the wind with a big cattail fan, very fashionable and wearing black sunglasses, as leisurely as if he went out for a walk after dinner.

"Yunyun, why don't you send that Fetion letter to ask your senior where he is, if he doesn't come, we can go there by ourselves." Zhang Chu shouted loudly from behind.

"Grandpa, my senior sent me a WeChat message ten minutes ago to tell me that he's arrived. Oh, he's there, the one who waved at us!" Zhang Zhiyun dragged two suitcases in a hurry.

"Senior!" Zhang Zhiyun also waved at Jiang Feng, and ran to him dragging two suitcases, "I'm so sorry that you came here to pick us up."

"What do you call me, senior, what do you do? It's so strange." Jiang Feng looked enthusiastic.

Zhang Zhiyun hesitated for a moment, and said, "Thank you, Brother Feng."

Jiang Feng:? ? ?