Life is a Game

Jiang Feng shuttled through the crowd, listening to the melon-eating crowd talking about some groundless gossip that was not nutritious.

While running around, Jiang Feng stopped.

If he read correctly, he seemed to see the middle-aged old man!

Jiang Feng hurried forward, walked up to the middle-aged man who was suspected to be Jiang Weiguo in two or three steps, and looked it over carefully. He was sure that the one in front of him was wearing sunglasses, the cat was in the corner, he was strong, he didn't talk to other people, and he might be banned a few years ago. The eccentric middle-aged man invited in for tea is Jiang Weiguo.

Jiang Feng looked more and more happily at the old man's attire. It's not that his dress is weird and funny. Among the crowd, there are more weird and funny dresses than him. After all, at this time, anyone who is dressed in a trendy way looks like Sha Matt.

Jiang Weiguo was wearing sunglasses to cover his face, and was hiding in a corner. Even to look at the kitchen table in the middle, he had to turn sideways, stand on tiptoes, and turn his head. The appearance of the old man is obviously hiding from others, and he doesn't want others to see him. It's best not to recognize him if they see him.

"I think Sun Guanyun is going to lose with this posture." The melon-eating crowd around Jiang Weiguo said to the side.

"It's 80% to lose. He didn't handle the whole pigeon well when it was deboned, and the pigeon was not round enough when it was sealed." Others echoed.

The melon-eaters present were either well-known gourmets or well-known chefs in the industry, and they were all experts. They could tell whether Sun Guanyun or Sun Maocai was better.

"It's such a pity. The Treasure Building is about to change hands before Mr. Sun's bones are cold."

"It's better for Jubaolou to belong to Sun Maocai than to fall into the hands of Zhang Kun, a heartless white-eyed wolf." A melon eater wearing Jiang Weiguo's same style of sunglasses said, obviously someone who knew the inside story.

"Hey, where did you buy your sunglasses? Why is the style different from the one I bought last month?" A melon eater changed the subject.

"Last month's style? Last month's style is already out of date. I bought my sunglasses from Wang Liu at the train station. He got the latest style from Hong Kong." Proud, even if everyone can't see his eyes, they can know that he is very proud.

"What sunglasses are you talking about? You just said Zhang Kun. What's the matter with Zhang Kun in this match? Wasn't he eliminated by Sun Guanyun in the first round?" Another person asked.

Hearing his question, everyone looked curiously at the melon-eating crowd wearing sunglasses, and Jiang Weiguo unconsciously looked at him, pricking up his ears to listen.

"Don't you all know? On the surface, Sun Guanjun wanted to win the Treasure Tower, but in fact Zhang Kun instigated it behind his back. As a result, he was eliminated by Sun Guanyun in the first round. Today, Mr. Sun and the others All the apprentices have come, but the big brother Zhang Kun didn't come, he's stealing chickens, and I don't think he'll be able to hang out with us in the future." Said the melon-eaters wearing sunglasses.

"More than that, I don't think he even wants to hang out in the south. Who among the chefs in our neighboring provinces has not been taught by Elder Sun?" Others echoed.

Jiang Weiguo was listening. Jiang Feng couldn't see his expression, but he could feel that Jiang Weiguo was not in a good mood.

"Where is Zhang Kun now?" Jiang Weiguo asked.

"I don't know, who knows, maybe I'm hiding at home or packing up my things and preparing to run away." The melon eaters wearing sunglasses said, seeing Jiang Weiguo's interest, "Hey, your sunglasses are also at Wang Liu's at the train station bought?"

"Probably." Jiang Weiguo didn't seem to want to have too many conversations with them.

"This brother looks familiar, which restaurant are you from? I don't seem to have seen you a few days ago." Another person asked.

"I'm a registered disciple of Mr. Sun. I just got off the train last night." Jiang Weiguo adjusted his sunglasses uncomfortably.

"Recognized disciple?" The others wanted to ask something, but Jiang Weiguo had already turned his head away and didn't want to talk to them.

"How strange is this person?"

"I also find it strange, since he is the registered disciple of Sun Lao, why is he standing in such a corner?"

"Could it be that you came to seek revenge from Zhang Kun?" One of them had a big brain hole.

"How is it possible? I have never heard of Zhang Kun having any enemies in his daily life."

"He knows people, face, but not heart. Look at his honest, honest and smiling face. Who would have thought that Sun Lao would do such indecent things just after his death. Maybe he offended people outside or owed money. Or kidnap someone else's daughter!"

The melon eaters turned into Sherlock Holmes and Edogawa Sunglasses one after another, and began to speculate about Jiang Weiguo's origin.

"What are you talking about?" Qi Zhongkai, Sun Zheran's second apprentice, saw that they were discussing loudly here, so he thought something happened and came over to ask.

"Master Qi, you came at a good time. Someone said that he is the registered disciple of Mr. Sun. Come and take a look." The melon-eating crowd wearing sunglasses pointed to Jiang Weiguo.

Qi Zhongkai looked in the direction he pointed and recognized Jiang Weiguo at a glance.

"Junior brother Jiang!" Qi Zhongkai looked very happy, he hadn't seen Jiang Weiguo for many years.

The melon eaters who were still guessing whether Jiang Weiguo came to seek revenge from Zhang Kun were suddenly dumbfounded.

Jiang Weiguo obviously didn't want to say anything, so he dragged Qi Zhongkai to another corner where no one was around.

"When was Master buried?" Jiang Weiguo took off his sunglasses and asked.

"I was just buried a week ago. Since you are here, you must know it. We didn't expect that the master would...do this kind of thing when the master is still alive." Speaking of Zhang Kun's shit, Qi Zhongkai's mood suddenly fell. stand up.

"Sun Guanyun will lose today's match," Jiang Weiguo said.

"That's right, Fifth Junior Brother basically has no chance of winning. Junior Junior Brother said that he won't want Jubaolou. If he wins the game, he will leave here and go to Hong Kong City." Qi Zhongkai said, "We are just worried that Guanyun will Get into a dead end."

"If that's the case, why the competition?" Jiang Weiguo came here only after receiving the news of Sun Zheran's death, and he didn't know the reason for the competition.

"Guanyun and Maocai have already been forced to go to Liangshan. Zhang Kun and Sun Guanjun are determined to win the Treasure Tower. Even if the two of them are already stealing chickens and losing money, it has become a joke to draw water from a bamboo basket for a long time. But for the sake of the reputation of Jubaolou, once this competition starts, there is no way to end it without a champion." Qi Zhongkai sighed, "It is said that Maocai deliberately released water, and with Guanyun's proud temperament, it must be more popular. No."

Jiang Weiguo knew Sun Guanyun's character very well. Back then, Sun Guanyun thought he looked down on the Sun family because he refused to worship Sun Zheran as his teacher, and he didn't give him good looks for a long time. If Sun Maocai deliberately let the water go in such a game where everyone was watching, such a stolen victory would make him more uncomfortable than killing Sun Guanyun.

"Where is Zhang Kun now?" Jiang Weiguo didn't talk nonsense and got straight to the point.

"You should hide at home. I heard that he has been contacting restaurants in Guangdong Province, but no restaurant is willing to take him. He may want to run to Hong Kong City." Qi Zhongkai said.

"Where's his home?" Jiang Weiguo looked as if he didn't want to beat him to death.

Qi Zhongkai immediately became vigilant, looking at Jiang Weiguo as if looking at a teenager who was about to go astray. Although Jiang Weiguo's age is no longer related to teenagers, middle-aged people in their 50s, especially Jiang Weiguo in his 50s, are more terrifying than impulsive teenagers.

Ordinary teenagers can't beat Jiang Weiguo, Jiang Weiguo can beat at least three by himself.

"Junior Brother Jiang, we've been very strict with us recently, you can't be impulsive." Qi Zhongkai tried in vain to make Jiang Weiguo put down his butcher knife and turn around.

"I have a measure." Jiang Weiguo said, seeing that Qi Zhongkai still had the same expression, he added: "The five boys in my family are very skinny. I usually beat them a lot. I have a measure."

Jiang Feng: ...

For some reason, he suddenly sympathized with Jiang Jianguo.据他亲爹江建康所说，老爷子爱之深责之切，最疼江建国，所以平里揍的最多的也是他。

Qi Zhongkai:? ? ?

"Let's not talk about this, maybe he has already run away now. When did you arrive? Later I will take you to burn incense for Master in front of Master's tomb." Qi Zhongkai tried to change the subject in vain.

"When I got off the train in the morning, I went to Jubao Building and found no one there. I only found out that there was a competition here after asking, so I came here." Jiang Weiguo said.

Qi Zhongkai was surprised: "Then how did you come in? I remember that there were people blocking the outside, and no one else could enter."

Jiang Weiguo: ...

He couldn't say that he climbed over the wall by taking advantage of people's surprise, and the security guards outside were still looking for him.

"Just came in like this," Jiang Weiguo said.

Qi Zhongkai:? ? ?

His intuition told him that Jiang Weiguo was lying.

"Where are the others?" Jiang Weiguo quickly changed the subject.

"They are all on the side of Mr. Fan and Mr. Chen. The two of them and Mr. Hu are the judges for this final." Qi Zhongkai said, just as he was about to lead Jiang Weiguo to the place with the best view in the middle, he stopped.

His gaze changed.

Jiang Weiguo's expression also changed, staring at the field.

Jiang Feng also turned around suddenly.

Sun Maocai's Pigeon Swallow is out of the pot.

Uncover.

A pregnant pigeon was lying quietly in the cup. The three judges Qi Zhongkai had just mentioned walked to the cooking stage, and Jiang Feng hurried over.

Cut open the belly of the pigeon with a knife, and the crystal clear bird's nest is hidden in the soft and rotten pigeon meat. The bird's nest is full of soup, which is white and charming, with a trace of impurities. The soup is also clear and translucent, exuding the unique fragrance of pigeons.

Sun Guanyun's pigeon swallow was still on the steamer, but others had already walked up to Sun Maocai, looking at the pigeon swallow made by Sun Maocai.

After the three judges tasted the pigeon swallow made by Sun Maocai, they all showed expressions of amazement. The three looked at Sun Guanyun with a hint of embarrassment and a hint of helplessness.

They knew Sun Guanyun's level. Even if he performed exceptionally well, he still couldn't make a more delicious pigeon swallow than Sun Maocai.

The outcome of this game has been decided.

"Can I have a taste?" Sun Guanyun said the first sentence he heard since Jiang Feng entered this memory.

"Guan Yun, hey." One of the judges wanted to say something, but stopped talking.

Sun Guanyun took a sip.

Only one bite.

"I lost."

Sun Guanyun put down his spoon, ignored his portion of uncooked pigeon swallow, and left straight away.

No one dared to follow behind him, everyone just watched him leave. Jiang Feng followed beside him and smiled when he saw the 46-year-old Sun Guanyun walking.

Two lines of tears burst out from the eye sockets.

Jiang Feng was shrouded in a thick fog. In the dense fog, he could still hear Sun Guanyun murmuring both sadly and happily.

"I lost."

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