Life is a Game

Under the enthusiasm of Comrade Jiang Jiankang, everyone from the Chess Club stayed in the shop for dinner.

After the meal, Liu Qian reluctantly stared at the large plate with elbows on the table, which was as smooth and clean as if it had been licked, with no soup left on the table, and said with tears in her eyes, "When I get rich, I will eat it every day." I want to eat elbows!"

What a great ambition.

Tonight Liu Qian completely let go of herself and played her due strength. She ate six bowls of rice in a row without being polite at all.

"Qianqian, do you usually eat like this at school?" He Jiahui asked, rubbing her stomach. She couldn't help eating half a bowl of rice just now, and now she is very full.

"No, I usually only eat 4 bowls of rice." Liu Qian said.

Everyone: ...

"It's good to eat, it's good to eat!" Jiang Jiankang boasted cheerfully.

Comrade Wang Xiulian's eyes lit up when she heard Liu Qian's words: "This girl is good, she speaks softly, can eat and has a good figure!"

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

Why does Comrade Wang Xiulian's adjective sound so familiar?

Wait, [Mother's Wish]!

Comrade Wang Xiulian, wake up!

Everyone determined their own tasks. The recruiting of new clubs will be the day after tomorrow, and everyone's tasks are very difficult. It was getting late, and everyone went back separately.

"Dad, uncle, is he busy recently?" Jiang Feng went to the utility room to get flour.

"Your uncle hasn't received any business for two months. What can you do?" Sure enough, he was a real brother, and Jiang Jiankang stabbed him when he came up.

Jiang Feng nodded, took out his mobile phone and called Comrade Jiang Jianguo.

"Hey, Xiaofeng! Why don't you call me when you have time!" There was a very noisy TV on the other end of the phone, a woman was crying, and the wicked mother-in-law was yelling and scolding. It sounded like my aunt's favorite family ethics annual emotion big drama.

"Uncle, how is your business recently?" Jiang Feng asked politely.

"Business is going very well, don't you know my skills, uncle? Wait a minute! I'm too busy every day!" Jiang Jianguo boasted loudly.

Jiang Feng: ...

"That's how it is. Grandpa is coming to City A next week. Since you're busy, I'll just go find Fourth Uncle."

"Not busy, not busy, your uncle, I am the eldest son, I should take care of the old man, otherwise people will say that I am not filial. Xiaofeng, don't bother your fourth uncle and the others, they open a pet shop to clean and shovel those cats and dogs every day How busy and unhygienic. Your uncle's house is big, and the old man can live in peace of mind, but the uncle's house, you tell the old man, you can live in my house!" Jiang Jianguo babbled, and yelled out all in one breath.

"Uncle, aren't you busy with business?"

"What are you busy with? Opening a store is not as important as taking care of the old man. Your uncle, I will close the store tomorrow! Just tell your grandfather that your uncle is welcome to live in my house at any time! Stay as long as you want, it is best not to leave!"

As for why Jiang Feng contacted him, it was because Jiang Jianguo was the best culinary talent among the five Jiang family brothers back then, but he didn't care about cooking at all, so the old man could only let him be a tailor.

In the end, Jiang Jianguo regained his culinary skills in order to catch up with his aunt, and he made pastries to perfection. The old man thought he wanted to be a chef again, and he was very happy to teach him all his money. However, after Jiang Jianguo chased his aunt, he stopped learning. The chef ran back to work as his third-rate tailor. The old man was so angry that he swore that unless Jiang Jianguo took the initiative to come to him to scold him, he would never contact him.

"Well, uncle, I want to ask you for a favor." Jiang Feng finally entered the topic.

"What's the matter, as long as your uncle can help." Hearing that the old man is coming to City A, Jiang Jianguo happily agreed.

It doesn't matter if you get scolded every day. When the old man comes, it means that the food will be upgraded from pig food to a full feast of man and man.

Even if the old man doesn't want to see him, he can't starve the third brother, the fourth brother, the fifth brother and Xiaofeng, right?

The more Jiang Jianguo thought about it, the more beautiful he felt, and even the dog blood ethics drama that was being broadcast on TV looked so exciting.

Look at that woman, when she was kicked out of the house, she cried so heartbreakingly that she couldn't shed her tears and could only howl.

"It's not difficult. Next Monday, our school club will recruit new students. I want to ask my uncle to make some pastries to attract new students." Jiang Feng said.

"That's not easy. Uncle will go to your store to make it for you tomorrow and tell you what you want." Jiang Jianguo was very proud.

"There are about 20 kinds, more than a hundred for each kind."

"ha?"

Jiang Jianguo:? ? ?

You tell me again? ? ?

Jiang Feng quickly hung up the phone and started meeting with each other.

What I just said was, of course, a joke.

More than 2,000 cakes can't be made even if the 270 catties of fat on Comrade Jiang Jianguo's body are squeezed dry.

Jiang Feng decided to share twenty catties of noodles first, and then put them in the fresh-keeping box.

Jiang Feng hated this fresh-keeping box at the beginning, but now he will like it more.

Being able to ensure that the state of the ingredients will never change is simply an artifact of the chef.

Jiang Feng hummed a little song while kneading the dough.

Recruiting new recruits on Monday, my chess club will make your house economics club have no one to recruit and nowhere to go!

Tell you not to recruit boys at the beginning, gender discrimination.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Standing at the door of the kitchen, Jiang Jianguo watched Jiang Feng kneading his dough with seriousness and a smirk at times, and couldn't help touching the top of his shiny head.

The son was stimulated by something. He was kneading the dough and giggling at night.

Could it be that he was hinting to himself that it's time to make Yangchun noodles tomorrow?