Life is a Game

Jiang Feng seemed to understand why Pei Shenghua liked being a matchmaker so much.

It is more joyful to be a matchmaker for others than to get married in person!

Although he was never married.

No matchmaking has been successful.

But that didn't stop him from feeling very happy.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath happily. Sure enough, people smell the air differently when they are happy. Hey, wait a minute, why does the air smell a little burnt.

"No, your porridge!" Jiang Feng turned pale with shock.

"Not good, my porridge!" Fang Zhuoyue hurriedly made amends, but it was too late.

Father Fang will relive the feeling of burnt porridge at noon today.

By the time Jiang Feng brought Chaoshou and Furong egg custard to the emergency room, Jiang Zaide had already finished his infusion and was sitting on the small chair in the emergency room waiting for the test results.

Since the casserole for cooking eight-treasure porridge was relatively large, Jiang Feng planned to serve it in two trips. First, he brought two portions of chaoshou and hibiscus egg custard, and then returned to serve eight-treasure porridge.

Seeing his lunch, Jiang Zaide felt a little more sad.

In this cold hospital, only this meat-stuffed handcuff can bring him a little warmth.

Jiang Shoucheng looked at his lunch, feeling desolate in his heart.

This morning, he heard from Lao Sun that the little brother came here to cook for him today, and was going to make spicy dishes, but now the boiled fish, boiled sliced ​​meat, boiled beef, and spicy chicken are all gone. I can only order takeaways of braised pork, braised fish, braised pork trotters, and braised mutton to maintain my life like this.

It's fine if you don't have his share of chaoshou, and you don't even have his share of Furong egg custard.

Jiang Shoucheng sadly swallowed the braised mutton in his mouth.

The mutton in this store is not delicious, it is black, and I will never order it again next time!

Jiang Zaide picked up his hand, scooped up a big one and swallowed it in one gulp.

Jiang Feng was just a beginner in copying hands, and he wasn't very good at it, so Jiang Zaide didn't have much feeling but just average.

Three mouthfuls, two mouthfuls, and a bowl of pure meat were eaten. Jiang Zaide drank up the chicken soup in the bowl, and began to look at the lotus egg custard.

When no one is competing with him for food, Jiang Zaide likes to save the best food for last.

Jiang Zaide's eyes lit up as he took a piece of custard.

My little brother's cooking skills have improved again!

The custard is smooth and fragrant, and it seems to melt on the tip of the tongue as soon as you eat it, and it can slide down your throat without swallowing.

Jiang Zaide remembered that when he was very young, before Jiang Feng was born, once Grandma Jiang was sick and wanted to eat custard, so the old man made her custard for several days in a row.

At that time, Jiang Zaide was learning how to cook with the old man in the countryside, and he also ate egg custard for several days in a row. This is the feeling, the smooth taste, the tactile sensation that seems to melt on the tip of the tongue. Although it is not as good as the one I ate when I was a child, the delicious feeling is exactly the same.

After eating a large bowl of custard, Jiang Zaide felt that his hardships these days were not in vain.

His efforts were not in vain!

The younger brother is indeed the culinary leader among the younger generations of the Jiang family, he must buy the house upstairs from the younger brother's house, no, if he wants to buy it, he will buy the right one!

The full amount, no, a loan to buy a house, and strive to pay off the mortgage within 10 years, after all, life is important.

Jiang Zaide wiped his mouth, and saw Jiang Feng walking towards him with a large casserole of eight-treasure porridge.

"Brother De, how are you feeling now?" Jiang Feng asked as he put down the eight-treasure porridge.

"Very good." Jiang Zaide licked his lower lip and said that if he could have a Sixi ball now, he would be discharged from the hospital immediately.

"Brother De, wait a moment, I'll get you..." Jiang Feng just wanted to say that I'll get you a bowl, when he saw the one next to Jiang Zaide, which was originally packed with hand-cooked hands, but is now as smooth as new. He borrowed it from the orthopedic cafeteria bowl.

"You scoop up some eight-treasure porridge yourself first, and I'll go to that bowl." Jiang Feng changed his words immediately.

As soon as he heard that Jiang Feng was making eight-treasure porridge, Jiang Shoucheng suddenly became energetic, and he didn't care about the braised pork, braised fish, braised pig's trotters, and braised mutton in front of him, and went to the lounge with Jiang Feng.

Because the small supermarket near Renyi Hospital gave instant noodles at a discount every day, bowls were the most indispensable thing in the emergency room. Jiang Feng often went to the emergency room these days, and there was already his exclusive bowl in the lounge.

Lao Xu and Lao Sun are gathering in the lounge to make instant noodles.

A few days ago, they were greedy to buy cheap instant noodles in bags that were about to expire, and they had tested the expiry limit. The two of them ate instant noodles every day recently, determined to finish more than a dozen bags of instant noodles within the shelf life.

Today, Lao Sun ate the pickled pepper beef flavor, and Lao Xu ate the Laotan sauerkraut flavor.

As soon as Jiang Feng pushed the door open, the smell of instant noodles came over his face.

"Hey, Xiao Jiang is here. I haven't seen you for a while." Old Xu got up quickly when he saw Jiang Feng coming, "I was just resting when you came a few days ago. The duck eggs have arrived, and I brought them here today, and I'll get them for you."

After talking, Lao Xu went to the cabinet to get Jiang Feng salted duck eggs. There were about 50 salted duck eggs in a big bag, and it was strangely heavy to lift.

"Why do you eat instant noodles?" Jiang Feng said.

"The instant noodles I hoarded some time ago are about to expire. If you don't eat them, it will be a waste." Old Xu said, picking up the bowl and eating the instant noodles.

"Then you can't just eat instant noodles. I made eight-treasure porridge and put it outside. You can go and have two bowls too!" Jiang Feng invited.

After hesitating between wasting instant noodles and eating eight-treasure porridge, Lao Xu and Lao Sun made a decision in less than three seconds, picked up new bowls from the cabinet, and went to wash them.

"Little brother, the salted duck eggs from Old Xu's are really delicious! We ate them two days ago. The egg yolk is oily. When you poke it with chopsticks, the oil will flow down your hands. Not to mention how fragrant it is, the egg whites are salty." I ate a salted duck egg and drank three bowls of plain porridge." Jiang Shoucheng said, and went out to scoop porridge with Jiang Feng, so as to run into Lao Zhou who came back with fried onions for takeaway.

"Doctor Zhou, I made some eight-treasure porridge, do you want to drink it together?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Ah? Thank you." Lao Zhou was still as reserved as ever.

Dr. Zhou went into the lounge and put down the takeaway to get a bowl. When he came out, he seemed to remember something, walked up to Jiang Feng and asked, "By the way, Xiao Jiang, I'm embarrassed to eat a lot of your dishes these days. It just so happened that my grandfather sent me some bean ginseng made by himself yesterday, and I will bring you two bags tomorrow."

"Bean ginseng?" Jiang Feng was taken aback for a moment, then said pleasantly, "Duchang bean ginseng?!"

"You know?" Old Zhou was shocked. "My grandfather is from Duchang. My grandfather's family makes bean ginseng every year. The ones made in their area are considered good. If you like it, I will bring you more."

"Thank you so much," Jiang Feng said.

A few years ago, when Chen Duxiu went on a business trip, he brought back Duchang bean ginseng, which was used by Chen Xiuxiu to cook hot pot. The taste is very unique, and Jiang Feng and Chen Xiuxiu have always been obsessed with it. Later, Chen Duxiu made a special trip to buy soybean ginseng at the strong request of Chen Xiuxiu, and the taste and taste were not as good as the first time he bought it.

Sure enough, planting flowers intentionally failed, but unintentionally planting willows and willows to make shade. Jiang Feng and Chen Xiuxiu had been studying for so long and couldn't buy good Douchang ginseng.

What to do with bean ginseng?

Or just shabu-shabu.

Jiang Feng decided to eat hot pot tomorrow night.