Life is a Game

Jiang Feng knew the news of Sun Guanyun's death at 6 o'clock in the morning on the 16th. There was no other reason. When Sun Jikai called to inform Jiang Weiguo of the incident, Jiang Feng was sitting next to Jiang Weiguo for breakfast.

Jiang Weiguo is a person who believes in eating well during illness. The five Jiang Jiankang brothers hoped most when they were young, because they could ask for any food during illness.

As long as the doctor allows the old man to do it, they can eat their dreams.

The third brother was sick, how could Jiang Weiguo have the heart to let Jiang Weiming eat the hospital's meals or Jiang Weiming's love meal, Jiang Weiming's three meals in this special period are naturally his responsibility.

As Jiang Feng was the best candidate to deliver the meal, he could also eat some with him.

Jiang Weiguo's expression was not very good when he answered the phone, and his expression was even more serious after he hung up the phone. Jiang Feng noticed the change of his grandfather's mood immediately.

"Grandpa, what's the matter?" Jiang Feng asked with Jiang Weiguo's hot soy milk made by himself with sugar in his hand, and Grandma Jiang's love pancakes in his mouth.

"Old man Sun left last night." Jiang Weiguo said, putting down his chopsticks.

Jiang Feng was taken aback for a moment, and then realized: "It's... Grandpa Sun Guanyun?"

There was silence in the dining room.

"What's the matter? Why do you both have such expressions? By the way, I've already packed the breakfast. When Xiaofeng takes it to the hospital, don't send it by mistake. The white lunch box is your third grandpa's breakfast. The blue lunch box is for Director Zhong’s breakfast, and the other light yellow lunch box is for your Uncle Jiang’s breakfast, don’t get confused, the contents are different.” Grandma Jiang came out with a bowl of boiled rice.

Seeing that the two of them were still still talking, Grandma Jiang asked, "What's the matter? Squeak sonar, don't be scary, what happened?"

Jiang Feng swallowed, it was difficult to digest the news for a while: "Grandpa Sun Guanyun left early this morning."

Grandma Jiang was stunned, but she couldn't speak. She stood there with the rice for a long time before she walked to the dining table and sat down. She glanced at Jiang Weiguo, but she didn't say anything.

After sitting at the dining table for a while, Grandma Jiang said, "Old man, everyone has their own destiny, so don't think too much about it."

"Don't think about it, let's eat." Jiang Weiguo resumed his meal, glanced at Jiang Feng, "Hurry up, and go to the hospital to deliver food to your third grandpa."

"Oh." Jiang Feng started to eat the cakes, almost choking himself.

After wolfing down his own breakfast, Jiang Feng rushed to Doctor Ren with three lunch boxes.

When he arrived at Jiang Weiming's ward, the nurse who Zhang Guanghang introduced to him to take care of Xia Mubing had already arrived and was packing his things. Jiang Weiwei was also in the ward, his face was greasy, and he looked not in a good mood. Obviously, he didn't sleep much last night after a night of guarding.

"Uncle Jiang, I'm here to bring you breakfast. Go wash your face, go to the rental house nearby to sleep after breakfast, and come back when you've recovered enough," Jiang Feng advised.

"Yes, Mr. Jiang, it's fine if I take care of you here, you can go back and rest first." The nurse echoed.

Jiang Sanwei nodded listlessly in agreement, got up and went to the toilet to wash up.

After half a day of taking care of him, he deeply realized that he had no talent for taking care of others. Taking care of the master personally has to be left to professionals, such as nurses, such as his wife who can't buy a plane ticket and can only arrive at night after buying a train ticket.

The young man in the next bed had already woken up and was having breakfast. Hospital life had given him the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early.

"Aunt Zhu, this white lunch box belongs to my third grandfather, and the light yellow one belongs to Uncle Jiang. Please take care of it." Jiang Feng took the lunch box out of the plastic bag and said, turning his head to look at the crooked box lying on the bed early in the morning. Jiang Weiming, who was watching TV with his neck on his back, "Third Grandpa, I'll go to the emergency room to deliver meals to Director Zhong, and I'll come back later."

"Yeah." Jiang Weiming said, staring at the TV intently.

"Grandpa Jiang, who do you think the murderer is? I think it should be the red-haired one." Jiang Feng was about to go out when he heard the guy in the next bed speak suddenly.

"It's not her, it's the man who appeared at the beginning." Jiang Weiming said.

"Male?" The boy still had a bun in his mouth, and turned his head to look at Jiang Weiming in shock, just in time to see Aunt Zhu open the white lunch box to reveal the oatmeal inside, and swallowed unconsciously.

"Impossible." The boy tried his best to look away from the oatmeal, and took a bite of the steamed bun. The oily and salty cabbage steamed stuffed bun brought him back to his senses, "He looked like a soy sauce maker."

"It's him, I've seen this show." Jiang Weiming ruthlessly spoiled the show, and was helped up by Aunt Zhu to sit down for breakfast.

"Oh." Even though he was spoiled by the spoiler, the boy was not angry, he stared straight at the oatmeal porridge in front of Jiang Weiming, muttering in his heart.

It's strange, isn't it just oatmeal porridge, it's tasteless at first glance, why does it look so delicious, it feels much tastier than the steamed stuffed bun in his mouth.

It's really strange, is it because I want to drink oatmeal recently? Why don't you skip the steamed stuffed bun tomorrow morning and eat oatmeal instead?

When Jiang Feng arrived at the emergency room, Director Zhong had just arrived, holding a cup of soy milk and a bag of buns in his hand, apparently preparing for breakfast.

"Director Zhong!" Jiang Feng stepped forward quickly, carrying a lunch box.

"Xiao Jiang, how is your grandpa's health now? Didn't he have any adverse reactions?" Director Zhong asked with a smile.

"It's good, but I don't have the strength to get out of bed and can only lie down." Jiang Feng said.

"Normal, it will be like this for a few days, and it will be fine in two days." Director Zhong nodded.

"I'm here to deliver food to my third grandpa. My grandpa said that it is thanks to you that my third grandpa was rescued this time. You are my third grandpa's savior. We have nothing else to thank, so my grandpa When I was making breakfast, I made an extra copy and asked me to bring it to you. During this time, as long as you are in the hospital, you don't need to go out to eat, and I will deliver all three meals to you. Anyway, I will drop by and not delay things." Jiang Feng said with a smile.

"That's so embarrassing, I really trouble you." Director Zhong said polite words, but put down the soy milk and buns honestly.

He knew Jiang Feng's craftsmanship very well, and he also knew a little about the Jiang family's situation. If Jiang Feng gave other things, he would definitely not accept it, but three meals a day.

If his brain doesn't accept it, his tongue and stomach are the first to say no.

"Xiao Jiang, your third grandfather is also at this age. Judging from the current situation, the rescue was timely and there were no obvious sequelae, but you must pay attention to the recovery. The old man must be careful in all aspects when he is old. You should also pay attention to food, how about this, I will make a list for you, and you should be a little more careful when delivering food to your family."

"Especially the salty ones, you must not eat them, and you should put less salt in cooking. It is very important for the recovery of myocarditis, so don't be sloppy." Director Zhong warned.

Jiang Feng nodded, and immediately thought of Jiang Weisheng's share of hibiscus eggs last night, and decided to remind Jiang Weiming that even if he encouraged his apprentice, he couldn't risk his life to encourage him.

"Excuse me," Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Feng stayed in the emergency room for a few more minutes, and returned to the inpatient department after getting the list given to him by Director Zhong, ready to chat with Jiang Weiming before leaving.

On the way here, he received a WeChat message from Jiang Yong. The whole family booked a plane ticket to Peking from Shanghai at 8:00 this morning, and they expected to arrive at the hospital by noon.

Xu Cheng gave Jiang Yong a long vacation to let him concentrate on taking care of Jiang Weiming, but Jiang Xiaoran and Lin Juan didn't have such generous bosses, they only invited them for two days, and they had to go back tomorrow.

Jiang Feng didn't plan to tell Jiang Weiming the news of Sun Guanyun's death now, but planned to tell him in two days. Jiang Weiming had just come back from the ghost gate. Even if he and Sun Guanyun were not familiar with each other, he would probably be hit by the sudden news of his death.

The state of Jiang Weiguo at the dinner table this morning made Jiang Feng realize that to them, the death of the old man might just be death. But for old people like Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo who were close to death or even close to their faces, the old man's departure was a reminder.

It is a blow.

No matter what the reason was, they would think more and worry more than Jiang Feng.

Jiang Weiming is not fit to receive any blows now.

Thinking about what to say to Jiang Weiming later, Jiang Feng walked into the ward and saw Jiang Weiming drinking porridge silently, while the young man in the next bed was staring at the oatmeal porridge in his bowl for some reason.

The look and expression are very familiar.

"Third Grandpa, how does the oatmeal taste? Is it okay? Is it cold?" Jiang Feng asked and scanned around the ward, only to find that Jiang Sanwei had already left, and the pale yellow lunch box had been washed and placed on the table superior.

"It's not cold, it's warm, just right." Jiang Weiming said, "Your grandfather cooked this porridge today, right?"

"Yes, Grandpa said that he will be responsible for your three meals in the future." Jiang Feng took out the list that Director Zhong wrote to him just now from his pocket and showed it to Jiang Weiming, "Third Grandpa, this is what Director Zhong specially wrote for you. A reminder about diet for a while."

"Look, here it is specially emphasized that you should not eat too much salty food, so in the future, it is best for you to eat light food." Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Weiming squinted his eyes and glanced at the place Jiang Feng was pointing at, then nodded without any special reaction.

"Don't eat salty food!" Jiang Feng reminded gently, but Jiang Weiming still didn't respond.

Seeing that Jiang Weiming couldn't react, Jiang Feng could only get straight to the point: "For example, the lotus egg Jiang Bo made for you last night was so salty that you must not eat it. Of course, Jiang Bo didn't do it on purpose, he must be When I was cooking, I was distracted or something. I also know his usual skills, and I will definitely not make such a dish that is out of order. But even if it is to encourage Uncle Jiang, you can’t eat it. No matter what, your body is the most important thing. It’s all about your health.”

Jiang Weiming was taken aback, then nodded: "Oh, I will pay attention."

Then continue to bow your head and drink porridge.

Seeing Jiang Weiming say this, Jiang Feng felt relieved, and then went on to talk about other things.