Life is a Game

"Sanbo, come on, you eat the noodles first. I made the noodles, and the broth is made by Jian Kangdiao." Jiang Jianguo pushed the noodles in front of Jiang Weiming towards him a little more, and said politely.

There are three noodles in life, namely "washing three noodles", "longevity noodles" and "jiesan noodles". The washing three noodles are eaten at the three-day washing ceremony three days after the birth of the child, and the three washing noodles are eaten at the funeral banquet three days after the old man's death. One of these two noodles symbolizes new life and the other symbolizes death. Only longevity noodles are eaten on birthdays to pray for a long life.

Theoretically, you can’t bite off the long-lived noodles. You need to finish the noodles in one bite. Therefore, there is usually only a small bowl of Changshou noodles, which is convenient for the elderly to finish them in one bite. But according to the Jiang family's method, the longevity noodles should be made as long as possible, and the longer the noodles, the longer the age.

In this way, under everyone's gaze, Jiang Weiming slowly picked up the chopsticks and found the source of the noodles in the noodle bowl, and then started to make the noodles from the source, just like everyone makes noodles on weekdays. Bit by bit, bite by bite, the noodles in the noodle bowl gradually entered Jiang Weiming's mouth like a zigzagging path.

"Papa papa!" A waitress whose name Jiang Feng couldn't name actually applauded excitedly, as if she had witnessed something extraordinary, her face was full of excitement and excitement.

It wasn't until she finished clapping her hands that she realized how weird she was acting just now, and she lowered her head in embarrassment and said in a low voice, "I, this is the first time I see someone eating longevity noodles, and I'm a little excited."

Everyone responded with good-natured laughter, and then thunderous applause sounded like a tide.

Jiang Weiming downed a bowl of noodles in one breath, and was choked because he ate too fast and in a hurry, so he sat down on his seat and said, "Stop standing, sit down, I heard I am hungry after the taste of this hot pot."

"Third Grandpa, we still have to wait for you to blow out the candles and cut the cake. How can we sit down?" Jiang Ran said.

"That's right, Master Jiang, the cake hasn't been cut yet." Everyone echoed in unison.

Jiang Weiming laughed: "Look at my memory, I forgot that I have to eat cake on my birthday, come on, let's cut the cake, hey, why are there two cakes?"

"This cake was specially made by Zhang Guanghang for you. I don't know who ordered the takeaway cake next to the unpacked cake. I left my phone number." Jiang Feng explained.

Everyone moved the dishes in front of Jiang Weiming to the side to make room for two cakes. Zhang Guanghang brought the French birthday cake he made to Jiang Weiming, and Jiang Feng unpacked the cake with his hands.

Inside the packing box is a birthday peach cake. On one side of the huge birthday peach cake is written a big birthday character, and on the other side is the Arabic numeral 99. In front of the birthday peach, there is a kind eyebrow made of cream, which looks kind of cute. .

This cake is definitely expensive, at least 4 digits go up.

Jiang Feng carefully moved the cake out of the packaging box, so as not to scratch and damage the image of the entire longevity peach. When the cake was completely out of the packaging box, the innermost card also fell out.

Jiang Feng picked up the card, and there were only six simple words on it.

Father:

Happy birthday.

Happy birthday is even followed by a period instead of an exclamation point.

Obviously, this cake was made by Jiang Yongding.

He always remembered Jiang Weiming's birthday in the lunar calendar. Although he made a special trip from Shanghai and didn't call or send text messages, he ordered a cake for Jiang Weiming and asked the cake shop staff to write a card.

The awkward and complicated relationship between their father and son is probably only the father and son can understand and adapt to it.

Jiang Feng handed the card to Jiang Weiming. Jiang Weiming took a look at the card and was stunned. As if he couldn't believe his eyes, he read it over and over again, staring at the card as if he could see through it and see the flowers.

"Okay..." Jiang Weiming murmured, with a smile spreading from his eyes to the corners of his mouth, "Let's cut the cake, and cut the birthday peach first."

"Third Grandpa, do you want to make a wish first?" Jiang Shoucheng was a little confused, so he didn't understand why Jiang Weiming became so happy after reading the card.

Jiang Weiming always had a smile on his face, and he was always a kind and kind old man, but as long as he had been in contact with him for a long time, he could easily distinguish the difference between his smiles.

Most of Jiang Weiming's smiles are habitual smiles, and the rest of the smiles can be roughly divided into two types: gratifying smiles and helpless smiles, but the smile on his face now clearly means that he is ecstatic at the moment smile.

He was happy, and everyone could see it.

"There's no need to make a wish, my wish has already come true." Jiang Weiming arrived, but Jiang Feng handed him the plastic knife and cut the longevity peach cake in front of him into two.

After Jiang Weiming cut the cakes, he only tasted a small bite of each cake, and the chefs in the back kitchen invited the emperor Jiang Weiming to taste the dishes he made like concubines in the harem.

Among them, Zhenggong Jiang Weiwei was the most considerate, and Jiang Weiming scooped up the soup. If it wasn't for the fact that the soup was no longer hot and didn't need to blow it, Jiang Weiwei would probably be able to stir it with a bowl and a spoon while blowing slowly.

"Sanbo, quickly try my Kung Pao Chicken. This time I made it not sweet, but spicy!"

"Master Jiang, come and taste my dish!"

"Master Jiang, my way..."

"Master, what I did today..."

Jiang Weiming soaked in the rain and dew, and tasted the dishes in the order they were placed in front of him. After tasting each dish, he smiled and praised the recent progress of the creator, and then smiled and urged them to eat quickly.

The last thing Jiang Weiming tasted was Jiang Feng's Yunji. There was no way, whoever called Jiang Feng to play with Yunji could only be placed at the end.

Jiang Weiming stretched his chopsticks towards Yunji and hiccupped involuntarily.

He first ate a bowl of longevity noodles, and then drank the whole bowl of strange soup under Jiang Weisheng's earnest eyes, and then he tasted so many dishes. Although he only ate one or two bites of each dish, Jiang Weiming's elderly stomach was already full.

The Yun chicken was already a little cold, and the taste was not as good as before.

Jiang Weiming bit a piece of chicken, and before he had time to chew a few more times, he was surrounded by a flood of memories.

He remembered the time when he was young in Taifeng Building with his father and the other six brothers. It seemed to be the eldest brother's wedding banquet. The brothers were all drunk, even the father and sister-in-law were drunk, only the sixth brother He Qidi couldn't drink because of his young age, so he could only watch helplessly.

Jiang Weiming knew that he was almost full, but couldn't help but took another piece of Yun chicken and bit it down.

He remembered again, this time what he remembered was that my sister-in-law had the last New Year's Eve dinner with them before she got married. It was lively and lively at first, but while eating, my sister-in-law suddenly hugged their brothers and began to cry. The faces that had long been blurred in his memory became very clear now, even he thought he had already I forgot the scene at home, and I remembered it all.

Jiang Weiming took another piece of Yun chicken.

He thought of the joy in his heart on the day the eldest son was born. He told his wife that he would train this child well in the future, let him take over his class, be a cook like him, and make sure his son was born out of blue.

He remembered the shock and ecstasy when he heard the word Jiang Weiguo from Jiang Feng's mouth last winter when he received a call from him.

He thought of the ecstasy when he met his younger brother, it felt unreal, even a little illusory.

He thought of the joy and joy of being lively with his younger brother's family during the Chinese New Year this year.

Jiang Weiming fell into memories and was addicted to memories. He even forgot to comment on the chicken that Jiang Feng made today.

Seeing Jiang Weiming's ecstasy, Jiang Feng said, "Third Grandpa, I'm going to have dinner first." Then he left, leaving Jiang Weiming alone to savor the time spent with his family.

When Jiang Weiming came back to his senses, he realized that he had unknowingly burst into tears.

Looking back suddenly, he realized that those parts of his life that made him feel warm were all composed of his youth in Beijing, the short few years after he met his wife, got married and had children, and the six months when Jiang Feng found him. of.

Compared with his younger brother, his life is really a failure.

Jiang Weiming could only smile wryly, and turned his head to look at his noisy descendants, and saw Jiang Feng with a forced smile stretching out a bowl to take the duck intestines from the spicy pot that Wu Minqi handed him.

Jiang Weiming originally thought that this would be the end of his life. His parents, brothers and wives all passed away one after another, and he was the only one living in the world, without the company of children or relatives. He was alone in the old house in the countryside, accompanied by his wife's portrait. Waiting for death, or one day you really don't want to live anymore, just end your own life.

I didn't expect that I would still have such a chance when I came to my end.

Jiang Weiming looked at Jiang Feng with an unstoppable smile in his eyes.

To have this nephew is not in vain.