Life is a Game

For the next half an hour, Jiang Zaide and Jiang Shoucheng gave Jiang Xiaoran heartbroken instructions on how to be filial to grandpa, brag about his rainbow fart correctly, serve grandpa correctly, and make grandpa healthy physically and mentally.

The first filial grandson and the second filial grandson of the Jiang family were stunned by what Jiang Xiaoran said. Even Wang Hao, who was watching by the side, couldn't help but listen to the two's teachings attentively. He even wanted to take out his notebook to record the exciting things .

Although he doesn't have a qualified grandfather who can be filial.

After being awakened by Grandma Jiang's words, everyone in the Jiang family felt that the crisis, which was not considered a crisis, had been resolved, and there was no need to hold a discussion meeting to study how to deal with the opponent, so they went to their own things and dispersed. Those who should clean continue to clean, those who should chat continue to chat, and those who should fish continue to fish.

Jiang Feng and Zhang Guanghang discussed it, and felt that it was necessary to tell the two old men about this matter. After all, the two old men are the real trump cards of Taifenglou, and the younger generation of Taifenglou also need to seize the last time before March 15th to sharpen their guns.

Although the enemy is not terrible, it must be taken seriously.

Jiang Feng, who was not worried and relaxed, went to the kitchen to see the progress of dinner, and asked the two old men if they needed someone to help them sneak into the kitchen to see if there were any leftover chickpeas to eat.

Jiang Feng met Professor Li in the kitchen who had been invisible before. Professor Li was holding a bowl and eating chickpea curd while talking to Jiang Weiming, praising his superb craftsmanship.

There was a bowl full of chickpeas, so much that Jiang Feng regretted why he only remembered to come to the kitchen now.

"Xiao Feng, what's the matter?" Jiang Weiming saw Jiang Feng.

"Third Grandpa, let me see if there is anything that needs help. I'm afraid you will be too busy." Jiang Feng said with a smile, and found that there was still a little chickpeas in the pot, about a bowl.

The old man looked up at Jiang Feng, disappointed by his little grandson's clumsy lies.

"There's nothing to help. Dinner will be served soon. If you're hungry, there's still some chickpeas in the pot." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

Just as Jiang Feng wanted to say thank you to the third grandpa, I was impolite, and found that there was only one bowl on the table.

Only one empty bowl meant that only one of Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo ate chickpeas.

"Third Grandpa, haven't you eaten yet?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Your third grandfather, I ate too much of this food when I was young. I didn't like it so I stopped eating it." Jiang Weiming said.

Jiang Feng didn't believe Jiang Weiming's words. Jiang Weiming was short of supplies when he was young, even if he was a chef in a state-run restaurant, he couldn't eat too much chickpeas.

"Third Grandpa, how can you not eat the dishes you have cooked so hard? I will help you take this bowl out of the pot, and you can eat it while it is hot." Although Jiang Feng really wanted to eat another bowl, their Jiang family never There is no reason for those who cook to wait for those who are hungry to eat.

The old man has been cooking and eating in the kitchen all these years.

"I don't want to eat it." Jiang Weiming shook his head. "Basically, I can't taste the taste of these things now. No matter how good the food is, it would be a waste for me to eat it."

Jiang Feng was stunned.

He knew that Jiang Weiming's sense of taste had deteriorated severely, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even taste the taste.

"Then third grandpa, what did you do before..." Jiang Feng was a little confused.

When Jiang Weiming instructed him to cook before, he made comments after tasting the dishes. The comments were all well-founded and well-founded, and the problems and faults pointed out were not wrong.

"Although I can't quite taste the taste, my tongue still feels it. I can judge that the food is good, but..." Jiang Weiming smiled bitterly, "But I can't taste the real good taste of the food."

"It just so happens that there is still a little left in the pot. Xiaofeng, you can eat it when you come. It's a waste for me to eat it." Jiang Weiming said.

Jiang Feng didn't speak, took out a new bowl from the cupboard, and poured all the chickpeas curds left in the pot into the bowl, filling it up.

Jiang Feng handed the bowl to Jiang Weiming.

"Third Grandpa, even if you can't taste the taste, but this is a dish that you have worked so hard to cook, so you should eat it." Jiang Feng said, "You are the chef who made this dish. If it is a waste for you to eat it, then we It’s really a waste.”

"Third brother, listen to Xiaofeng." Jiang Weiguo, who had been silent all this time, said, "What's wrong if you can't taste the taste? If you can't taste the taste, you can't eat good food?"

"If we can't taste the taste, we can still eat the texture. The old woman in my family has become more and more tasteful in the past few years. She complained to me that it didn't taste good when she ate the original food, but she still enjoyed it." Jiang Weiguo obviously said these words I've been holding it in my stomach for a while.

"eat!"

Jiang Weiming was taken aback, looked at the sincere Jiang Feng and Jiang Weiguo whose face was full of unhappiness and disbelief, and smiled helplessly.

"Third brother, you can eat it. You, a cook, don't eat it, which makes me, a casual eater, embarrassed to eat it." Professor Li smiled while holding a bowl.

"I'll eat." Jiang Weiming took the bowl with a smile and took a big spoonful.

"I think those of us old men with degraded sense of taste will have to make a separate portion for ourselves in the future, otherwise this food will be tasteless in our mouths and it will be uncomfortable." Jiang Weiming said.

Jiang Weiguo turned his head away from him, determined not to classify himself as an old man with a degraded sense of taste.

Jiang Feng watched Jiang Weiming finish a bowl full of chickpea curds, and felt that he could neither eat nor help here, and it was a bit redundant to stay in the kitchen. He was about to knock Mimi and slip away when Professor Li stopped him up.

"Xiaofeng, come with me to the study, I'll talk to you about your graduation thesis." Professor Li put down the bowl.

Jiang Feng followed Professor Li to the study.

For fresh graduates, the graduation thesis is indeed the top priority. Jiang Feng spent a lot of time on the graduation thesis during the Chinese New Year. He had originally planned to come to Li's house to discuss the thesis with Professor Li, but he just received the big news from Roland when he came to Beiping, and he forgot about it.

Professor Li has already read part of what Jiang Feng wrote. He discussed some more details with Jiang Feng, and recommended several papers and journals to him, asking him to go back and spend some time reading more, and try to complete the first draft and hand it over to him as soon as possible. Revise.

As long as Jiang Feng can finish the first draft, he has nothing to do with the rest. Professor Li will help him finish the polishing and revision, and he just needs to wait for the defense.

The two discussed in the study for more than half an hour, until Chen Suhua came in and told them that dinner was about to start and asked them to go out to eat.

"By the way, grandpa, I have already copied the letters you gave me last time. Do you want me to bring those letters back to you next time?" Jiang Feng asked.

He put those letters in the game props takeaway box and put them in the item column. The things put in the takeaway box can keep the quality and freshness. Jiang Feng thinks it is not bad to use it to store letters.

"It's useless for me to keep those things. Your grandma Chen likes to clean and tidy up my bookshelf. If you leave me here, maybe one day she will knock it off while tidying up the bookshelf. It's not good to get it in the corner. These letters were originally written by my mother to your great-grandfather, if they were not sent back then, and now they are handed over to you, it can be regarded as returning to the original owner." Professor Li never intended to take back the things he sent out.

"I'll leave it to you to preserve it. If you let me do it, how to preserve it will be quite troublesome. Just treat it as me being lazy and leaving it to you." Professor Li laughed.

"Let's go eat. I didn't feel hungry at first. I just ate that bowl of chickpea curds, but my appetite was appetizing. I just don't know if your grandpa and third grandpa will cook Yuanxiao. I didn't pay attention to it when I was in the kitchen just now."

"I guess there is no Lantern Festival. When my grandfather came, he brought a lot of glutinous rice balls, stuffed with sesame seeds, which are also delicious." Jiang Feng said, and left the study with Professor Li.

"Then I should eat more. Your grandma Chen is from the north and only knows how to make Yuanxiao. I didn't eat glutinous rice balls when I lived in City A a few years ago."