Life is a Game

Sun Maocai didn't stay at Sun Jikai's house for a long time, he finished what he had to say, drank the mineral water in his glass and left.

Sun Jikai is completely sober and no longer depressed, he can change back to the old Sun Jikai by putting on the cuffs, and Sun Changping is not so drunk that he needs no one to take care of him. Qiu Fu stayed for a few minutes after Sun Maocai left, making sure that both Sun Jikai and Sun Changping were fine before leaving.

"Xiao Kai, the weather is fine today, if possible, go out for a walk." Qiu Fulin instructed before leaving.

Sun Jikai nodded, walked to the window, opened the window, and drew the curtains to let the sunlight in.

The midsummer sun was so dazzling that Sun Jikai subconsciously squinted his eyes and blocked the light with his hands.

Also very eye-catching.

The sun shines into the room, and many things that were not so visible before can be seen.

For example, dust, such as the stains left by the take-out boxes on the dining table that were not wiped clean.

Needless to say, the unpleasant smell of alcohol permeated the house. Originally, Sun Jikai didn’t think there was anything because he was used to smelling it all the time at home. Now that he opened the window to ventilate and breathe normal air, he instantly felt the smell of alcohol in the house was irritating. unbearable.

Thanks to Sun Maocai and Qiu Fu's good acting skills, they didn't even bat an eyelid when they came in. If someone younger with poor acting skills would probably feel sick on the spot.

"Dad, let's clean the house." Sun Jikai said.

"Ah?" Sun Changping's reaction was still slower than before, and it took dozens of seconds to react, "Cleaning? Oh, it should be cleaned."

The father and son have lived in this house for so long, and using a pig's nest to describe this house is an insult to a pig's nest.

After giving up on themselves for a while, the father and son picked up the mop and rag and started to clean the small house. Although the house is not big, it is troublesome to clean. The corners were full of dust, and the stains on the dining table and the floor were not easy to clean, not to mention the room where Changping Sun lived, there were scattered beer bottles everywhere, it was simply a disaster area.

The father and son had no cleaning experience, and the rookie cleaner challenged such a difficult task as soon as he got started. Halfway through cleaning, Sun Jikai even thought that he might as well sell the house and move to another house.

"Xiao Kai, use your mobile phone to find out how to remove the oil stains online. The oil on the dining table should have been stained by you eating spicy soup more than half a month ago. I can't wipe it off no matter what. You go and find out." Sun Changping had been cleaning the table for more than 20 minutes, so long that Sun Jikai once suspected that he was fishing.

"Oh." Sun Jikai gave up dragging under the sofa, and went to pick up the dead mobile phone that he kicked to the corner at some point.

Connected the phone to the charging cable to charge, and waited for more than a minute for Sun Jikai to turn it on. Before he could click on the browser, he received a series of WeChat and QQ message reminders, and he could swipe to the news about the battle for the inheritance of the Sun family. . Sun Jikai didn't even bother to read the news. These days, the media is not breaking the law by spreading rumors. Not only does it cost nothing, but it can even make money. In addition, that is an extreme operation that no one can understand. How will the media write about their family? Sun Jikai can think of no less than five versions.

Sun Jikai clicked on WeChat.

It can be said that his contacts are quite lively.

Basically everyone who knew him sent him messages, friends, classmates, business partners, teachers, ex-girlfriends, ex-girlfriends' current boyfriends, and even the repairman who was in charge of repairing the water pipes in Jubao Building all sent him WeChat messages. Those who really care, those who don't care, those who inquire about news, those who gloat, those who eat melons, those who watch the excitement are no big deal, and those who just want to send a message, so many that Sun Jikai wants to clear up his WeChat friends.

Sun Jikai kept scrolling down, and finally found what he wanted to see.

A wechat message from Jiang Feng.

Because Jiang Feng sent the message last, his news was ranked higher than other people in Taifeng Building, and Ji Yue's and others' messages were all suppressed at the bottom.

Sun Jikai thought about it and called Jiang Feng on wechat.

On the other end, Jiang Feng was having lunch.

Today's lunch was in charge of Dong Li and Jiang Jiankang. Jiang Feng didn't have much appetite, so he asked his father to cook fried rice with bacon and pickled vegetables. He sat at the table with Wu Minqi, Ji Xia, and Ji Xue, and absently ate the fried rice.

Ji Xia sat across from Jiang Feng and ate braised pork.

Ji Yue and Zhang Guanghang still haven't come back from the police station, because they reported the case in a different place, and they are not Sun Jikai's immediate family members, so there is a little trouble in the procedure. However, the competition for the inheritance of the Sun family is today's hot headline again. Coupled with Zhang Guanghang's handsome Chinese-French face, the local police station still accepts it very carefully. Ji Yue and Zhang Guanghang are still providing information to the police uncle at the police station. , and even took a lunch box from the police station.

According to Ju Jiyue's newsletter, two vegetables and one meat, the taste is not bad.

Jiang Feng felt the phone vibrate in his pocket.

Jiang Feng listlessly took out his phone from his pocket and glanced at it.

stunned.

The whole person froze on the spot.

Sitting opposite Jiang Feng, Ji Xia tried to steal fried rice:?

"Master, why are you not moving?" Ji Xia asked.

"Sun Jikai!" Jiang Feng exclaimed.

Wu Minqi \u0026 Ji Xue:?

"Sun Jikai called me!" Jiang Feng shouted, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Hurry up!" Wu Minqi urged.

Jiang Feng quickly pressed the answer button, put the phone on the table, and put it outside.

"Hello?" Jiang Feng said.

Everyone held their breath and didn't dare to speak, Ji Xia didn't even dare to eat rice, yelled braised pork and stared at the phone on the table.

"Hello." Sun Jikai's voice came from the phone.

"Sun Jikai... Ah." Jiang Feng's voice was particularly high for the first three words because he was too excited, and his voice dropped instantly for the last word because he realized that he shouldn't be so excited.

Sun Jikai:?

"Wu Minqi and Ji Yue should be on your side too. There are too many messages, so I won't reply one by one. I'm fine, and I don't have anything to worry about. It's just that I haven't looked at my phone much recently because I want to be quiet about some things, and I haven't replied. News from you." Sun Jikai said.

"That's good, that's good, no, I mean you think slowly, think more, ah, no, think less, think more, don't think too much, don't think too much," Jiang Feng said quickly , "If you feel uncomfortable staying in FJ, you can come to Peiping, Taifeng Tower, or the back kitchen."

Sun Jikai:?

Wu Minqi:?

Ji Xue:?

Ji Xia:?

Come play in the kitchen? ? ?

Jiang Feng: ...

I said that I slipped my tongue because I was too nervous, do you believe me?

Sun Jikai laughed.

"Of course, I will go to Peking after a while."

"I just don't know if there is a shortage of chefs in Taifeng Building, or if there are a few unemployed chefs who are at home and urgently need to find a job."

"Yes, of course, five insurances and one housing fund, food and housing included, salary negotiable, you can come anytime you want." Jiang Feng agreed, and then realized after speaking, "How many?"

"Yes, three."

"Which three?"

"I, Qiu Fu, Sun Maocai."

Jiang Feng:! ! !

Jiang Feng grabbed the phone and wanted to turn off the external release and discuss it with Sun Jikai in detail, then hung up in excitement.

Sun Jikai:? ? ?

Jiang Feng: ...

Jiang Feng was silent for a long time, then turned his head and asked Wu Minqi in a low voice: "Qiqi, do you think if we had three head chefs in Taifeng Building, would it stand out from the crowd?"

Wu Minqi: ...

"Standing out of the crowd shouldn't be used in this way, and Fengfeng, Grandpa Jiang has been watching you."