Life is a Game

At six o'clock in the evening on December 21st, Jiang Feng took the stairs to Jiang Jiankang's house downstairs with a freshly prepared large plate of three catties of fruit platter salad. Jiang Shoucheng, who smelled of disinfectant, was wearing a thick down jacket.

Jiang Feng looked at the down jacket on Jiang Shoucheng's body that was heavier than the fruit platter in his hand, and then looked down at the sweater on his body. Even though there was no wind in the corridor, he still shivered involuntarily.

Also a little happy.

Great heating!

"Brother Cheng, did you just get off work?" Jiang Feng asked with a smile.

"I asked the director for leave and came back from get off work early. The department is not busy today." Jiang Shoucheng knocked on the door, and there were hurried footsteps in the room. He knew that the tonnage was at least two hundred and forty catties, and it wasn't Jiang Jianguo. It was Jiang Jiankang.

The door opened.

As expected, it was Jiang Jiankang.

"Small!" Jiang Jiankang shouted excitedly, completely ignoring his nephew, who was impossible to ignore in front of him, and strode up to Jiang Feng, took the fruit platter in his hand with a concerned expression on his face, "It's so cold, why are you wearing so little?" , even if there are only two steps away, you should wear a coat anyway, what if you catch a cold because of the wind blowing?"

It turned out that Jiang Feng went to university in city A, and Jiang Jiankang hadn't been so excited since he hadn't seen him for half a year. Maybe this was the charm of making an appointment.

If it wasn't for an appointment, Jiang Jiankang wouldn't have known that he wanted to see his son so much.

After finishing speaking, Jiang Jiankang turned his head to look at Jiang Shoucheng: "Chengcheng, you just took the garbage at the door and threw it away."

Jiang Shoucheng:?

The door was mercilessly closed, Jiang Shoucheng was blocked outside, with two bags of garbage in his hands, and Jiang Feng was welcomed into the warm home, embracing the beautiful heating again.

There are already many people in the house.

The old man was still making dumplings by the coffee table, and he was the only one making the dumplings. It was obvious that the old man was in full charge of today's dumplings, and no one else was allowed to intervene. Grandma Jiang was cooking dumplings in the kitchen. Wang Xiulian, Auntie, and Jiang Jianguo were all around the dining table cutting fruit. There was an electronic scale and a calculator next to Auntie, who kept typing and making estimates. is counting calories.

My aunt's weight loss is always serious, scientific and rigorous, but it doesn't work.

Jiang Jiandang was sitting on the sofa chair by the window studying Jiang Shoucheng's textbooks, Jiang Jianye and Jiang Jianshe, fourth aunt and Jiang Weiming, who had nothing to do, could only sit on the sofa and watch TV.

At this time, there may be careful readers who want to ask, Jiang Ran, who has no sense of existence and was almost expelled from the Jiang family tree, is in the same class as Jiang Feng.

Jiang Ran wanted to go abroad to study for a master's degree before, but later he felt that the fish and chips in a certain country were really bad, so he stayed in school to protect his graduate studies. Now he is still stuck in the magic capital, going further and further on the road of studying.

Jiang Feng scanned the room and found that Wu Minqi was not there.

We eat dumplings during the winter solstice today, but Taifeng Building is still operating normally, and all the Jiang family gather together. Because Wu Minqi is the sure granddaughter-in-law of the Jiang family, she is also considered to be from the Jiang family. Logically speaking, eating dumplings during the winter solstice would definitely not leave her alone.

"Dad, won't Qiqi come to eat dumplings tonight?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Qiqi is going to get the cake, come back later." Jiang Jiankang said cheerfully.

"Cake?" Jiang Feng was shocked. He had only eaten dumplings during the winter solstice, but he hadn't heard of eating cakes during the winter solstice. Could this be the legendary combination of Chinese and Western?

At this point in the topic, Jiang Weiming, who had been concentrating on watching TV, had something to say. Jiang Weiming glanced helplessly at the old man who was still making dumplings, and explained, "It's all what they want to do. They said it's rare for everyone to get together today during the winter solstice, and they want to make up my birthday."

On Jiang Weiming's 99th birthday last year, Jiang Feng once said that he had to wait until Jiang Weiming's 100th birthday, so it was going to be a big event, but it really came to Jiang Weiming's 100th birthday, which coincided with the eventful autumn of Taifeng Building. . Jiang Weiming didn't want to make a big deal either. In his words, the Jiang family's tradition is that the birthday is only a hundred years old, and it has always been ninety-nine. Just eating a bowl of longevity noodles is considered a birthday, and the whole family doesn't even get together for a meal. .

Like last year, Jiang Yong ordered a birthday cake for Jiang Weiming at the cake shop.

"Of course I should give you a make-up birthday. What you said is not to make a fuss. Let's just have a meal together. Let's eat dumplings together today. It's all a make-up birthday for you." Jiang Feng smiled and sat down to the couch.

There was another knock on the door. It was obvious that Jiang Shoucheng had finished taking out the garbage, so Jiang Jiankang went to open the door.

"How's your training going?" the old man asked suddenly.

"Ah, just...not bad." Jiang Feng didn't know how to describe his progress in the past half month. It was impossible to say that there was nothing at all. His porridge was getting better and better, and the fruit plate was cut. Not bad.

To say that there is no progress, the progress bar of Jiang's Ginseng Soup is like sticking to the ground, and it can't be kicked.

"It's okay, what is it?" The old man was obviously very dissatisfied with Jiang Feng's specious answer.

"Okay, the big holidays are the same as the final exam results. Xiaofeng is no longer a child, he must know it. Besides, with his current level, even if he encounters problems, you think the two of us are sure to give him Solve it?" Jiang Weiming smiled.

The old man was so choked that he couldn't speak, so he could only lower his head and concentrate on making dumplings.

There are many people in the family and they can eat. If you don’t make more, it will not be enough.

"But Xiaofeng, Third Grandpa wants to ask you something." Jiang Weiming changed the subject, from a gentle parent to a bad relative asking about final grades.

"Did you encounter any problems when making Jiang's ginseng soup?" Jiang Weiming looked at Jiang Feng.

His question directly confused Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng didn't expect Jiang Weiming to see it.

He has cooked a lot of dishes every day for the past half month, and it stands to reason that other people would not be able to see that the dish he really researched is Jiang's ginseng soup. He never said why he retreated suddenly, he just said that he wanted to concentrate on practicing to find the feeling of cooking.

The most important thing is that Jiang Weiming only came to see him at home once in the past half month, and chatted with Jiang Feng for more than half an hour. The chat was all about Jiang Weiming's experience in cooking over the years, which can be regarded as an exchange of experience.

"No...it's not a big problem." Jiang Feng stuttered in shock, completely exposing himself.

Jiang Feng knew very well that his question was hard to say.

If he tells others that the biggest bottleneck he encounters now is that he has no cooking style, no one will believe him. In the eyes of outsiders, Jiang Feng's cooking style is very changeable, and it can be said to be super stylish. Among so many masters in the country, Jiang Feng's cooking style is the most unique.

If Jiang Feng said that, others would definitely ask why his other dishes lacked style. If Jiang Feng answered truthfully that all the dishes he cooked before were imitations, it would definitely lead to more serious and difficult-to-explain questions.

imitate who?

How could it be possible to imitate those dead masters that he had never met before.

So Jiang Feng chose to hide it, because he didn't think he could get help from other people to be honest.

But now, Jiang Weiming could see it.

Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Weiming, Jiang Weiming's slightly cloudy eyes were full of love and concern, as if encouraging him, like a solid stone wall, reliable and dependable.

There seemed to be a magical power in this look, a magical power that made Jiang Feng tell the truth and seek help from his elders who loved him.

Jiang Feng hesitated for a moment and said.

"Indeed... I have encountered some problems." Jiang Feng tried his best to organize his words so that it didn't sound so absurd.

"I feel like... I'm not cooking my own food."

The old man stopped what he was doing.

Jiang Feng squinted his eyes, a little confused: "I feel like I'm just copying the answers according to the reference answers. I don't have my own ideas and things. No matter what I cook, I don't feel like it's my own."

"Those special dishes are not my own, but dishes like fried potato shreds and chili scrambled eggs seem to be my own. But my own dishes are not outstanding. Only when I cook porridge do I feel different and feel very smooth. You don’t need to think too much, you just need to do everything according to your own feelings.”

"These days I have been thinking about how to make those dishes my own. I think I am good at knife skills, but knife skills don't seem to change anything. There is no way to change the taste, there is no way to make it better, and sometimes it can't even make it Looks better."

After Jiang Feng finished speaking, he looked at the old man and Jiang Weiming, hoping that they could understand a little bit.

Jiang Weiming might understand a little bit, but the old man's face is blank with what you said written all over his face.

Jiang Feng did not hear back for a long time.

"I'm going to get a glass of juice." Jiang Feng decided to drink juice to relieve the embarrassment, and ran to the dining table to ask his aunt for juice.

The aunt enthusiastically brought out orange juice, orange juice, grape juice and apple juice for Jiangfeng to choose, and said that if he didn't mind waiting, he could make him a cup of fruit tea on the spot.

Of course Jiang Feng didn't mind, he took root at the dining table, and the aunt turned into a master of fruit tea and began to mix it on the spot.

"What did Xiaofeng say just now?" The old man threw the dough that he had been holding for a long time onto the chopping board.

"He's looking for his own way." Jiang Weiming smiled happily.

Grandpa:? ? ?

Can he hear a human speech he can understand before eating dumplings today?

Seeing that the old man didn't understand, Jiang Weiming smiled and explained to him in a different way: "Little brother, do you still remember that when you were a child, your father often visited the masters of other restaurants for two or three days, and when you came back, you would put yourself Locked in the kitchen. He often forgot to go to Taifeng Building when the time came, which made Mr. Lu often come to his house to look for him."

The old man nodded, of course he remembered.

That was a major turning point in Jiang Chengde's culinary skills, that is, since then, Jiang Chengde has truly managed to gather the strengths of hundreds of schools and truly carry forward Jiang's cuisine.

"I remember that situation lasted for two or three years, and I often lay on the kitchen window to see what dad was doing in the kitchen." The old man said.

"Do you remember what he was doing?"

"It's just cooking, what else can there be?" The old man didn't understand why Jiang Weiming said this.

"Xiaofeng is doing the same thing now as he was back then."

The old man was stunned.

Feeling incredible, he turned his head to look at his grandson who was waiting to drink fruit tea, his eyes were full of desire for fruit tea, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't live up to it, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like someone who was doing such an earth-shattering event.

"Are you sure?" The old man felt that Jiang Weiming was thinking too much. Even though Jiang Feng's progress in the past two years had far exceeded his expectations and understanding, the four words of founding a sect were still too far away from Jiang Feng.

If Jiang Feng is really doing the same thing as Jiang Chengde was back then, then he is establishing a sect.

Who started a sect and shut himself up in a room to study it? It's not that Wang Yang is at home every day studying things with bamboo. At any rate, Jiang Chengde used to chat with this master, and chat with that master.

"Just wait for the knock." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

"I can't be wrong."