Life is a Game

Soon, it was Jiang Feng's turn to interview.

Because Jiang Yong went to the teahouse to have a father-son conversation with Jiang Weiming, deputy editor-in-chief Wang accompanied Wu Minqi this time.

Deputy editor-in-chief Wang was still a little surprised, why Jiang Yong sent Zhang Guanghang downstairs and disappeared after seeing off people. He only sent a WeChat message saying that he had to leave for a while and then there was no news.

Deputy Editor-in-Chief Wang sent several messages to Jiang Yong, but he didn't reply. He was a little worried that something happened to Jiang Yong.

Deputy editor Wang led Jiang Feng to the door of the box.

The places Xu Chen interviewed were always strange, such as the back kitchen, home, pavilion, backyard, observation deck, box, hall, and sometimes he might even walk on the street while asking, wherever he wanted to be, how? Come as you like.

The box is already a rare and very normal interview location.

Jiang Feng pushed the door and went in. Deputy Editor Wang stayed at the door. Seeing Jiang Feng go in, he turned and went to the next door to sort out the recording of Wu Minqi's interview just now.

Jiang Feng walked into the box. Xu Cheng had just said a lot and was drinking tea. Next to Xu Cheng was a young girl with her head down, her bangs covering her face so she couldn't see clearly, she was writing something in a notebook.

Jiang Feng felt that this young girl looked very familiar. Although she couldn't see her face clearly, she looked very familiar with her head bowed and bangs covering her face.

How did this sentence come from? This younger sister looked so friendly, she seemed to be an old acquaintance.

Chen Xiuxiu looked up.

"Xiuxiu?" Jiang Feng couldn't believe his eyes.

Why is Chen Xiuxiu here? Shouldn't she be in Shanghai right now?

In July, Jiang Feng heard from Comrade Wang Xiulian that Chen Xiuxiu found a job as an intern in a good company in Shanghai, and Chen Duxiu even posted it on Moments to show off.

"Long time no see." Chen Xiuxiu said, continuing to write in the notebook.

"You know each other?" Xu Cheng became interested.

"She/he is my neighbor." Jiang Feng and Chen Xiuxiu said in unison.

"Neighbors for more than ten years." Jiang Feng added.

Xu Cheng was stunned for a moment, and quickly accepted the coincidence: "That's really a coincidence, Master Xiao Jiang, don't stand up and sit down."

Xu Cheng never brings other people along in his interviews. Even the editor-in-chief and deputy editor-in-chief of "Zhiwei" have to stay next door. The main reason for letting Chen Xiuxiu stay here this time is to see how good Chen Xiuxiu is in becoming an excellent food critic. talent.

To be an excellent food critic, it is not enough to have a keen sense of taste, she must be able to eat and taste. It is not only necessary to eat good dishes, but also to be able to taste bad dishes, what is good, what is bad, what ingredients, and what cooking methods.

It is not enough to rely on talent, it requires the accumulation of a lot of food, and it takes time. To put it bluntly, you need money, you need to spend money, and you need to spend money for a long time.

Taste is all money spent, and only those who have seen the good ones will know where the difference is.

Xu Cheng told Chen Xiuxiu who cooked the dishes at noon today, and asked her to stay here to watch how he did the interview, and then asked her to ask questions.

Xu Cheng didn't expect Chen Xiuxiu to be able to ask high-level questions. He was like a make-up teacher who needed to know the progress of the students before he could determine the guidance plan.

Chen Xiuxiu's level surprised him.

The questions she asked were very professional, level, and to the point. She could see the shortcomings of the dishes made by Zhang Guanghang and Wu Minqi and pointed out that her vision and taste were very high.

This is not like what a girl from an ordinary family can do. At first, Xu Cheng thought that it was because Chen Xiuxiu's father or mother were very good at cooking that they could develop such a good tongue and taste buds.

It now appears that all of this may be due to Jiang Jiankang.

"Since everyone knows each other, I don't need my introduction. Chen Xiuxiu is an intern of "Zhiwei". Since the two of you have known each other for many years, let Chen Xiuxiu come to ask questions first." Xu Chengdao, he could see Jiang Feng He was a little nervous, so he asked Chen Xiuxiu, who was familiar with him, to ask questions first.

In the past month, Chen Xiuxiu ate and drank with Jiang Yong and occasionally did interviews, and she also looked like a reporter, sitting upright, her notebook turned to a brand new blank page, and her pen was placed in the middle of the open notebook.

"You, like Wu Minqi and Zhang Guanghang, graduated from elementary school, but the difference is that you gave up halfway. Since you gave up, why did you pick it up again?" Chen Xiuxiu asked.

Jiang Feng: ...

We are all good friends, and I knew how many bowls of rice you could eat, so I didn't need to ask such an exciting question from the beginning.

"Don't be nervous or anxious, you can answer slowly." Xu Chengdao, "If you don't want to talk about some questions, don't force them."

Jiang Feng thought for a while, stroked his train of thought, and said slowly, "Because of you."

"Huh?" Chen Xiuxiu was stunned.

"Do you remember what you looked like during last summer vacation?" Jiang Feng asked.

Chen Xiuxiu thought for a while: "120 catties, a bit fat."

Jiang Feng: ...

"I'm not talking about your weight, but your state. I almost didn't recognize you when you and Uncle Chen were eating at my restaurant that day, not just because you lost weight." Jiang Feng said, "Didn't you notice? Then At that time, you looked sick."

"Sick look?" Chen Xiuxiu was stunned. At that time, she was in the craziest time of dieting and losing weight. From the first two meals a day, it became one meal a day and one fruit, then it became a fruit, and finally it became A bowl of porridge.

At that time, all she cared about was the falling numbers on the scale. She had no appetite and didn't want to eat anything, even if she was hungry and her stomach hurt. I have no strength, I don’t want to walk, my face is always pale, my lips are pale, my tinnitus often rings at night, my spirit is weak, and I look like a female ghost in pajamas with disheveled hair.

But Chen Xiuxiu thinks it's all normal. After all, how can a person gain strength if he doesn't eat, and it's normal to have stomach pain if he doesn't have three meals for a long time. As long as he can lose weight, everything is worth it.

She has experienced the feeling of being fat, and she doesn't want to go back to that time again. She has accumulated too many negative emotions in her heart but has nowhere to vent them. Too many negative emotions are almost swallowing her whole body. She can only keep starving herself, only hunger can make her realize that she is fat.

She later resumed her normal diet and realized that her previous behavior was tantamount to suicide. She started exercising and used a lot of exercise in the gym every day to vent her negative emotions.

Her life began to gradually improve, and she was able to wear skirts in sizes that she could never have imagined before.

She confessed to the boy she liked, and the confession was successful.

She entered a famous magazine as an intern, and was selected by the editor-in-chief somehow.

Chen Xiuxiu felt that all of this was caused by dieting and losing weight. Even though her stomach problem never got better, even though she had severely hurt her body, she did not regret it.

Let her choose again, she would rather be a lifeless thin person than a lively and happy fat person.

"Maybe a little bit." Chen Xiuxiu said.

"We were all worried about you at that time." Jiang Feng said, "Uncle Chen was very worried about you, my parents were very worried about you, and I was also very worried about you. Although you lost a lot of weight, you were dead and dead, with a look on your face. With a world-weary look, Uncle Chen is worried that one day you won’t be able to think about jumping off the stairs and locking your windows tightly.”

"I heard my mother and my father say after you finished eating in my shop that day, although you lost weight, you are not as good-looking as before, and you have no energy." Jiang Feng said, "We are all worried about you , but the method is different. Uncle Chen will take you to my restaurant for dinner, my dad will make you your favorite Jiuzhuan large intestine, and my mother will send pickled vegetables to Uncle Chen to make you drink more porridge A few bowls."

"That jar of pickled vegetables was given by Aunt Wang..." Chen Xiuxiu was stunned.

She thought that Chen Duxiu bought the jar of pickles, and at that time, Chen Duxiu kept nagging her to eat more, so she threw the jar of pickles away in a fit of irritability.

How could she do such a thing?

She remembered that her temper had become very short-tempered due to excessive dieting and chronic hunger. Her father only stayed at home for more than a week, and she quarreled with him more than a dozen times. She dared not vent her negative emotions to outsiders and could only vent them on her own relatives.

"I will start practicing cooking again, just because I was wondering if it was because the porridge I cooked was too bad that you would not want to drink it. I started to study porridge, and you know what happened later. My grandpa came Now, by accident, I started to learn cooking again." Jiang Feng said.

In fact, now that I think about it, the first pot of porridge was quite unpalatable, and Chen Xiuxiu was really embarrassed.

Chen Xiuxiu was silent.

"Thank you, sorry for worrying you."

Xu Cheng:? ? ?

Obviously I am the one who is going to conduct an exclusive interview with Jiang Feng, why can't I get in a word?

Isn't this my home field? ? ?

PS:

The weather is too hot, and the whole person is lifeless, and the novel I write feels lifeless.

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