Life is a Game

Wu Minqi held the chopsticks in her hand, and before she finished chewing and swallowing the Yunji in her mouth, she was already lost in her memories.

After a long time, he came back to his senses as if he had been in a lifetime. He smiled at Jiang Feng and said, "The cooking you made this time is very delicious."

With that said, Wu Minqi picked up another chopstick.

Jiang Feng smiled slightly, hiding his credit for his fame.

Jiang Feng did the same and made a special version of Wang Xiulian's Yun Chicken according to Wang Xiulian's taste, which was also a grade as expected. Although Jiang Feng felt a little regretful that this A-level dish could not be on the menu for the time being, such a dish that is very warm from taste to buff and suitable for the family, it is not bad to cook for the family on weekdays.

Jiang Feng took the Yun Chicken and went out to find Comrade Wang Xiulian, planning to let his dear mother taste the latest Yun Chicken.

The first thing Jiang Feng saw when he came out of the back kitchen was Ji Yue. There was no way, the tablet in front of her was so conspicuous that it was difficult for people not to notice.

"Ji Yue, have you seen my mother?" Jiang Feng asked, and casually put Yun Chicken on the table.

"Aunt Wang just went out. She should be buying finger cakes or taro balls or milk tea or fried chicken or cakes." Ji Yue said with a haggard face.

The bowl next to her that was originally filled with pure meat wontons was empty.

Ji Yue was probably the second person besides Xue Shaoheng who could finish a whole bowl of pure meat wontons alone.

The tablet in front of Ji Yue was still empty, only bowls, spoons and tables, but no wontons.

"If you really can't draw it, let's just forget it." Jiang Feng persuaded, he felt that Ji Yue would rather launch a general attack than to start with Zhang Guanghang's interests and hobbies.

After all, with her time, energy and effort to draw comics, Ji Yue probably has chased Zhang Guanghang long ago.

"I can't forget it!" Ji Yue said that now it's not a man's problem at all, it's a dignity problem, "The soul of this story is this bowl of wontons, if the wontons are not drawn well, the whole manga will be ruined, how can we forget it Woolen cloth?"

Jiang Feng was immediately in awe, he didn't expect Ji Yue to be such a pursuer and ideal...

waiter.

"So...how should I draw now?" Jiang Feng asked.

"I don't know." Ji Yue remained expressionless.

Jiang Feng: ...

"What's that plate you brought out just now?" Ji Yue cast her eyes on the Yun Chicken on the table.

"The new dish I've been researching recently is sweet and sour. Do you want to try it?" Jiang Feng moved the Yun chicken over and put it in front of Ji Yue. "Don't move because your feet are inconvenient. I'll get you chopsticks."

Jiang Feng handed the chopsticks to Ji Yue, and Ji Yue took the chopsticks and stretched them towards the smallest piece of Yun chicken on the plate.

Ji Yue likes to eat fried crispy things, and for this kind of meat that looks like it has been fried, Ji Yue especially likes small pieces.

After eating a small piece of Yun chicken, all the sorrow on Ji Yue's face disappeared, and when her eyes diverged, she knew she was thinking about something, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Ji Yue recovered and saw Jiang Feng looking at her, so she explained: "I just thought of my brother."

"When I was in junior high school, my younger brother was in primary school. My mother didn't let the two of us eat snacks. She was afraid that I would not grow taller and he would get fat. Every time she bought us snacks, she only bought a little. The amount for both of us was the same. When it's over, it's gone."

"So we often steal each other's snacks when the other is not at home. Every time my parents come back, I can see my brother and I fighting. But after I went to high school, my mother didn't care about my snacks. I I don't like to eat snacks anymore, I feel like the snacks I got in a fight with my brother are not tasty." Ji Yue smiled, and suddenly seemed to have an inspiration, picked up the pressure-sensitive pen and drew a stroke on the digital board.

The pen comes to rest on the tablet.

thirty seconds later

Ji Yue silently erased the stroke she just drew, expressing that she still has no inspiration.

Jiang Feng: ...

Jiang Feng sat in the lobby and waited for more than half an hour. When Yunji was cold, he didn't wait for Comrade Wang Xiulian to come back. Instead, he waited for Xue Hua and Xue Shaoheng.

Today Xue Shaoheng is dressed very formally, with a suit and leather collar, his hair that was originally curly and naturally curly is combed neatly and meticulously, his eyes are still wide open, and he looks like a child wearing adult clothes.

Xue Hua held Xue Shaoheng's hand, turned her head and whispered in his ear as she walked.

Xue Shaoheng saw Jiang Feng who was sitting in the lobby playing with his mobile phone while waiting for someone, looking very excited, and took Xue Hua's hand to point to Jiang Feng.

"Shaoheng, don't point at people like that, it's very impolite." Xue Hua first warned Xue Shaoheng, and then walked quickly to Jiang Feng.

"Master Xiaojiang, it's great that you are here. I originally thought that my brother and I would go for nothing this time." Xue Hua said, "Yesterday and today at noon, I ran into you to rest with my brother. I thought about coming over to have a look, but I didn’t expect to meet him.”

"Looking for me?" Jiang Feng was flattered.

"Yeah, my brother and I are going to Shanghai tonight, and his art exhibition is about to start. He has been wanting to eat your wontons for the past two days, and he insisted on asking me to bring him over at home just now. It's not business hours now, but can I trouble you..."

Jiang Feng got up immediately: "No problem, I'll do it for you now."

As an excellent employee of Taifeng Building, Ji Yue got up immediately: "I'll go pour water for you."

Stepped out with the first foot, didn't stand up well, and was a little limping.

Xue Hua also noticed that Ji Yue's legs and feet were inconvenient, she recognized Ji Yue, after all, she and Xue Shaoheng were also frequent visitors of Taifeng Building. She originally came to the door during non-business hours, so she had the nerve to ask Ji Yue to pour water for her, so she quickly refused.

Xue Shaoheng was attracted by Ji Yue's digital tablet. He never used a digital tablet to draw, and it was the first time he saw a digital tablet.

"Wonton." Xue Shaoheng pointed to the tablet.

"Shaoheng, don't mess with other people's things." Xue Hua whispered softly, she was using the tablet to place an order and pay the bill, and she couldn't stop Xue Shaoheng from walking in front of Ji Yue's tablet immediately.

"You know I'm going to draw wontons?" Ji Yue was surprised.

She knew a little bit about Xue Shaoheng's situation, and just now she heard from Xue Hua that Xue Shaoheng was going to Shanghai to hold an art exhibition, so she knew that her painters should be far inferior to Xue Shaoheng's.

Xue Shaoheng didn't answer, picked up the pressure-sensitive pen, and wrote.

One stroke, two strokes, all in one go.

"Shao Heng, don't mess with other people's things! Don't mess with this sister's painting!" Xue Hua wanted to step forward to stop Xue Shaoheng's movements.

"It's okay." Ji Yue stopped Xue Hua, staring straight at the pressure-sensitive pen in Xue Shaoheng's hand.

Xue Shaoheng drew without any pause or hesitation, one stroke after another, making Ji Yue reluctant to blink. In just a few minutes, a bowl of wontons appeared on the digital board.

Xue Shaoheng only took a few minutes to draw the ravioli that had troubled Ji Yue for several days.

It was as if the ravioli that Jiang Feng had just made were printed on the digital board, they were exactly the same, not only the appearance, but also the feeling.

Looking at the wontons drawn by Xue Shaoheng, Ji Yue seemed to see the bowl of wontons she just ate was so unpalatable that she ate the wontons crying and crying again and again.

Even the taste of wontons began to rise in his mouth.

"Wontons!" Xue Shaoheng pointed to the wontons on the tablet and smiled at Jiyue.

Ji Yue mechanically nodded: "Well, wonton."

Xue Hua also noticed it, and said, "Isn't this the ravioli made by Master Xiaojiang? It looks quite similar to me. The ravioli in other places are not like this."

"Yes, what I want to draw is Jiang Feng's ravioli." Ji Yue said, her eyes glued to the digital board and unable to move away.

Xue Shaoheng put down the pressure-sensitive pen in his hand, and left Ji Yue's tablet. Xue Hua took him to the small table next to him and sat down, and warned him in a low voice: "Shao Heng, my sister knows that you want to help this sister draw wontons, but next time you can't take other people's things without their consent like this, even if Do you know that you need other people's consent to help? This time, this sister is tolerant, and I will apologize to her later, you..."

Xue Hua babbled in Xue Shaoheng's ear, and Xue Shaoheng nodded from time to time, his eyes kept looking elsewhere, and he didn't know how much he had listened to Xue Hua's words.

A few minutes later, Jiang Feng came out with wontons, Xue Hua finally stopped nagging Xue Shaoheng, and Xue Shaoheng began to eat wontons with big gulps.

Not sad, even a little happy.

Xue Shaoheng squinted his eyes and swallowed the wonton in his mouth.

He is obsessed with the colorful world he saw while eating wontons, blue sky, white clouds, flowers, birds, doors, and homes. Compared with these beautiful things, the departure of his mother, who had long left his memory, seemed less sad to him.

And sister.

Xue Shaoheng raised his head and smiled at Xue Hua.

His sister's face was forever frozen in his memory as it was when he was a teenager.

My sister is the most beautiful, the most beautiful girl in the world!

Ji Yue looked at Xue Shaoheng, looked at the drawing on the digital board, and then at the bowl of wonton in front of him, and couldn't help sighing: "Jiang Feng, he is really a genius."

Jiang Feng also saw the ravioli drawn on the digital board, and guessed that it was drawn by Xue Shaoheng, and Ji Yue's style of painting was not like this.

This reminded him of the teacup drawn by Xue Shaoheng that he saw in his memory, which was as precise as drawing with a ruler and compass, and he echoed: "He is a genius in the first place."