Life is a Game

That night, Jiang Yong's family happily gathered around the coffee table in the living room and made dumplings for the whole night.

Lin Juan is a semi-professional housewife, so it's easy to make dumplings. Jiang Yong, the editor-in-chief of Zhiwei, also knows cooking skills, and the dumplings he makes are also very beautiful, let alone Jiang Weiming.

The whole family only has Jiang Xiaoran as a rookie.

The dumplings are made like a cake.

It's still the kind of soft cake.

For some reason, Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Xiaoran with kinder eyes.

The activity of making dumplings lasted until 10:30. After the end, everyone washed and went to bed. The originally lively room became quiet again, leaving only the peaceful night.

Jiang Feng had spent many nights like this in his memory, and he was very experienced. He also didn't have the habit of peeping at other people's sleep, so he sat quietly in the living room as usual and waited for the day to arrive.

The only thing he didn't understand was why Jiang Xiaoran took out two apples even though he had been back to his room for half an hour. Kacha Kacha sat on the dining table and finished eating the apples, then went back to the room to sleep.

Who did he learn this from?

Even though he was about to leave, Jiang Weiming got up early and made his last breakfast at Jiang Yong's house - noodles in clear soup.

Yes, literally clear soup.

Jiang Weiming cooked a pot of noodles with clear soup made yesterday.

I don't know if the bag of ordinary noodles bought from the supermarket for a few dollars will be panicked when it meets the clear soup in the pot.

Anyway, when Jiang Xiaoran ate noodles, he wanted to bury his whole face in the bowl.

"Dad, there is still a pot of soup in the refrigerator, what should I do with this pot of soup?" Lin Juan was taking some fruit from the refrigerator and was about to wash some and put it in a fresh-keeping bag for Jiang Weiming and Jiang Xiaoran to eat on their faces. Pot of clear soup.

"I remember there are a few thermos cups at home, put them in the cups and take them with you," Jiang Weiming said.

Then Jiang Xiaoran started rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find large thermos cups, and finally found the two large but extremely ugly thermos cups that Jiang Feng saw behind him.

After packing up their things, Jiang Xiaoran and Jiang Weiming headed to the train station with the luggage that Jiang Feng had seen when he was in the street.

It wasn't until the two of them got on the train, put away their luggage and went to sleep, that Jiang Feng realized belatedly that he was the one who picked people up in Beiping.

So, he will see himself in memory.

Myself two months ago.

It's exciting to think about.

With an anxious and excited heart, Jiang Feng dangled back and forth on the high-speed rail, from one car to that car, and then to the next car. When he reached the third carriage, he realized that his range of activities was surprisingly large this time.

In order to determine his range of activities, Jiang Feng began to walk down the carriage until he was 4 carriages away from Jiang Weiming's carriage before being blocked by the air wall.

As far as this range of activities is concerned, Jiang Feng definitely wants to sway as much as he wants, so he basically doesn't have to worry about being hit by the air wall and running away if he doesn't pay attention.

Then Jiang Feng began to take a walk on the high-speed rail, sometimes listening to the crying of the children in this car, and sometimes listening to the quarrel of the couple in that car, and when he got tired of listening, he went to the next car to watch TV with the passengers - this passenger didn't wear The sound from the earphones was quite loud, which made it convenient for Jiang Feng to disturb others.

A few hours were spent walking in this way. It was a pleasant mood to take a walk in the car and watch the drama, but as soon as he got off the train, Jiang Feng became inexplicably nervous.

Not for anything else, just for the upcoming self.

Jiang Feng followed behind Jiang Weiming.

Then Jiang Feng saw Wang Hao and himself beside Wang Hao.

How does it feel to see yourself face to face? Jiang Feng couldn't describe it. Anyway, it was weird and wonderful. It felt like he was playing a holographic game with himself as the main character.

Although he has never played a holographic game, he does not know if he will be able to play a holographic game in his lifetime.

A living, moving, laughing, talking, normal self with the same thinking stood opposite him, which made it impossible for Jiang Feng not to stare at him.

Then he found a little soup stain on his collar, which he probably got stuck on during lunch.

The shoes were dusty and there were a few obvious black marks, probably from being trampled on.

Jiang Feng had no time to take care of Jiang Weiming. His eyes followed him all the time. Anyway, he had experienced all this before and he knew what would happen next.

The only difficult thing is to squeeze into the car. There are Jiang Weimin, Jiang Xiaoran, Wang Hao and Jiang Feng in memory. There is really no space for Jiang Feng to squeeze in unless he is floating in the air, getting into the trunk or climbing on the roof of the car. .

Between getting into the trunk and climbing on the roof, Jiang Feng finally chose to climb on the roof. He has experience in climbing on the roof, and it's not like he hasn't climbed before. Jiang Weiming had a lot of luggage, and it took a lot of time for everyone to put the luggage in the trunk, which also gave Jiang Feng enough time to climb the roof of the car.

Since being able to enter the memory, Jiang Feng's strange experience has increased a lot.

From the perspective of a bystander, looking again at what he had personally experienced, Jiang Feng discovered many things that he hadn't discovered before.

Jiang Xiaoran would always look at the thermos cup subconsciously. When Jiang Feng asked Jiang Weiming what was in the thermos cup in his memory, Jiang Xiaoran would show a hint of pride in the insider.

What's more, Chen Suhua actually bought pastries from Babaozhai that day, but before Jiang Feng entered the living room, Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Zaide ate them one by one.

Jiang Feng was not interested in listening to everyone's discussions and guesses about the restaurant on the top floor again, so he followed Jiang Weiming into the kitchen.

The old man was also in the kitchen, cutting meat. When he saw Jiang Weiming coming, he just raised his head and said something to him, then lowered his head to cut the meat. He didn't open his mouth until Jiang Weiming unscrewed the thermos cup and poured out the clear soup inside.

"Third brother, what are you..." The cold clear soup has no taste, and the old man looked at it for a while before he was sure, "Clear soup?"

"Yeah." Jiang Weiming nodded with a smile, "There was still some left over from yesterday's boil, so I brought it here in a thermos. Did you buy the chicken I asked you to buy this morning?"

"It's all cleaned up in that basin." The old man pointed to the washbasin on the kitchen counter, "You want to make chickpeas?"

Jiang Weiming nodded and started making minced chicken.

If you want to make chickpea curds that can look like real ones, you must be careful when hammering minced chicken, and there should be no particles. The minced chicken must be hammered so that it is not like chicken feathers, it is fine enough, the finer the minced chicken is, the more relaxed it will be when it is stirred with egg white later.

Although this is also a troublesome and meticulous job, it is definitely nothing compared to the previous making clear soup. Besides, Jiang Weiming was not the only one in the kitchen, the old man also helped to pound the minced chicken for a while.

The two brothers were talking about homework while cooking, which gave Jiang Feng the illusion that chickpeas are not difficult to make, as long as this and that are all right.

Two minutes after the chickpeas were out of the pot, and when Jiang Weiming was still serving them in bowls, Professor Li came in smelling the smell.

"What are you doing? It's so fragrant. I can smell it from a long distance away." Professor Li smiled. He was taken aback when he saw the chickpeas on the kitchen counter, and then he reacted randomly.

"Chicken peas?"

"Yes." Jiang Weiming nodded, put the chickpeas into a food box, and left with the food box.

"There's still in the pot, serve it yourself." The old man was a man of action, so he poured himself a bowl of chickpea curds.

"I heard from my friends that this chickpea curd looks exactly the same as ordinary bean curd. I have never believed it. I have eaten this dish before, and it is just similar, and the points can still be divided. , now it seems that I have less experience." Professor Li sighed, and filled a bowl for himself.

"It's not that you don't know much, it's that everyone is unwilling to do it now." The old man said, "There are not many people who can make it. It takes a whole day to make this thing. With that time and energy, Buddha Jumping Wall can do it." Who would want to do this."

"It means that the third brother is willing to take advantage of those little bastards in my family."

The little bastard Jiang Feng who got one of the cheapest: ...

Jiang Weiming came back in less than two minutes. The old man wanted to help him take out the remaining chickpea curd from the pot, but Jiang Weiming shook his head and refused. The words were exactly the same as when he rejected Jiang Feng later.

Taste degenerates, no need.

Jiang Feng noticed that after Jiang Weiming finished saying that, the old man seemed very unhappy, as if he had something to say but held back.

Then Jiang Feng came in.

Jiang Feng watched the exact same plot he had personally experienced again, and listened to the exact same words that Jiang Weiming said to him.

One thing to say, Jiang Feng himself felt that when he first came in, he lied to see if there was any need for help in the kitchen, and his performance was clumsy. No wonder the old man looked disgusted.

Sure enough, good actors only discover their shortcomings and make progress after watching their own performances repeatedly.

The plot quickly progressed to memory. Jiang Feng put the last bit of chickpeas in the pot and handed the bowl to Jiang Weiming.

Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Weiming.

Jiang Weiming was looking at Jiang Feng with a smile, just like every elder who smiles at his favorite junior eating.

Jiang Feng handed the bowl to Jiang Weiming, who was stunned for a moment.

It was rare for Jiang Weiming to have such obvious mood swings that people could see at a glance, which showed that Jiang Weiming really did not expect Jiang Feng's move.

"Third Grandpa, even if you can't taste the taste, but this is a dish that you have worked so hard to make, so you should eat it. You are the chef who made this dish. If it is a waste for you to eat it, then we are the real waste. gone."

Jiang Weiming's expression returned to the state when he was smiling before, but there seemed to be some other emotions hidden in his eyes.

Not moved, not happy.

There is a bit of emotion, a bit of understanding, and a bit of relief.

" @*\u0026%#..."

Jiang Feng could no longer listen to what he said and what the old man said. He kept staring at Jiang Weiming, as if he had never seen Jiang Weiming before, and kept staring, not daring to blink.

He was afraid of missing Jiang Weiming's emotional changes that were hard to detect in the first place.

After re-experiencing everything he had experienced before, Jiang Feng realized that his reaction was actually slower than he imagined.

"Eat!" The old man's extremely loud word scared Jiang Feng.

Jiang Weiming smiled.

Jiang Feng once thought that this smile was helpless, because at that time, in his opinion, Jiang Weiming was urged by the three of them to be a little happy, but also a little helpless to eat chickpeas.

But now, looking at it again from the perspective of a real bystander, Jiang Feng realized that Jiang Weiming's smile seemed a little helpless and gratifying and joyful.

This emotion was a bit complicated, beyond Jiang Feng's vocabulary.

If he had to describe it, Jiang Feng felt that Jiang Weiming's smile was a bit like a smile of enlightenment.

It's like a practitioner who has been troubled by something for decades, suddenly realizes, sees through, sees through, and finally gets his wish and ascends to the Tao. What kind of mood but can't describe the smile.

"I'll eat." Jiang Weiming took out the bowl and scooped up a large spoonful.

Entrance.

Jiang Feng couldn't see him clearly, and he couldn't see himself clearly either.

He left the memory.