Life is a Game

At noon the next day, Han Guishan sent a wechat message to tell Jiang Feng that the rice bran he wanted was ready.

After receiving the call yesterday, Han Guishan's assistant rushed to the nearby counties and townships overnight. He collected hundreds of catties of late rice that matured at the end of November from the local villagers, and personally supervised the milling of ten catties of rice husks and rice husks. No chaff, not a grain of rice mixed in.

Jiang Feng really wanted to know how much Han Guishan's assistant got a monthly salary to be able to devote himself to death.

Judging from the pictures sent by Han Guishan, the rice bran personally selected by the assistant fully met Jiang Feng's requirements.

Jiang Feng felt that tonight was the time for him to complete the side mission.

Excited for a day, Jiang Feng went to Han Guishan's house earlier, arriving early at 6:30, and accidentally ran into Han Youxin who was being taught by Han Guishan for stealing snacks.

When Han Guishan opened the door for Jiang Feng, Han Youxin cried with the chocolate bar in his mouth.

"Still crying, saying that you are a little man who likes to cry more than other little girls. How many times have you cried in the past few days? Your mobile phone was confiscated for 3 days. If you are brave enough, you dare to throw away the driver and go to the supermarket to buy snacks , do you know how dangerous it is for a child to be outside alone? Your mother went to the Netherlands today, and no one will see you crying! Go upstairs and do my homework for me, and spit out the things in your mouth before Go up!" After Han Guishan opened the door for Jiang Feng, he continued to scold Han Youxin and drove him upstairs to do his homework.

With tears still on Han Youxin's face, he breathed loudly and reluctantly spat out the chocolate bar in his mouth, and glared at Jiang Feng angrily before going upstairs.

Tears filled with seven words that you are the culprit.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

When did he provoke this little fat man? Before he ate egg custard in the back kitchen of Chenfeng Primary School, he didn't even mention him. It was Mr. Zhou who educated him!

"Student Xiao Jiang, my son is not sensible and has been spoiled by his mother. Come on, let's see if this rice bran is okay." Han Guishan warmly greeted Jiang Feng to the kitchen.

Jiang Feng didn't have much research on rice bran, so he grabbed a handful and looked at it. Combined with the way it was made, it was already very original. If you want to get closer to what Han Guishan ate back then, you can only sprinkle some sand in it, and go directly to the hospital after a meal.

"It's already very good." Jiang Feng praised sincerely.

The two exchanged some polite words, and Jiang Feng started making pickled vegetable dumplings.

Watching Jiang Feng make it for a few days, Han Guishan was already familiar with the production steps.

But today was a little different. Jiang Feng didn't knead the noodles first, but boiled the rice paste first.

This step is exactly the same as Han Guishan's grandma used to make pickled vegetable dumplings!

Han Guishan is a native of Shenzhen City. Before 1979, Shenzhen City was just a small fishing village that was extremely poor. His family had too many children to support them. Han Guishan's father is an only son. He has two older brothers and seven younger sisters. There are ten children in the family. Counting the children and the elderly, there are barely four laborers. Han Guishan's mother injured her body when giving birth to his younger sister because of too frequent childbirth, and died when he was twelve years old.

Han Guishan has never eaten rice since he was 6 years old. His father’s fishing family can’t even have a mouthful of fish soup. The family usually drinks watery paste with wild vegetables. They can only eat dry ones during the New Year. All the food in the family was exchanged for coarse grains so that everyone would not starve to death. A pair of trousers was passed from the elder brother to the younger sister. The real family was completely empty. It was also because of extreme malnutrition all the year round. His father died of overwork in his fifties, and his two elder brothers also died young when they were in their 40s.

Han Guishan remembers that every New Year's Eve his grandma would take out the rice bran from his collection and cook a pot of paste first, then add a little rice bran into the paste when making pickled vegetable dumplings, so that the cornmeal would not cut his throat so much.

At that time, other people’s houses smelled like fish during Chinese New Year, and their family smelled fish and ate pickled vegetable dumpling. With something in their stomach, they could sleep warmly until dawn.

Han Guishan watched Jiang Feng making pickled vegetable dumplings, but his thoughts had already drifted to other places. When he came back to his senses, he was surprised how he remembered the past.

He hadn't thought about his childhood for a long time. Ever since his father, elder brother, and younger sister passed away one after another, Han Guishan had been very taboo about his time in Shenzhen City. In order not to think about the days when his relatives were with him when he was a child, Han Guishan moved to City A, cut off all ties with Shenzhen City, and never mentioned Shenzhen City when he was reunited with his three younger sisters.

"Student Xiaojiang, you...why did you suddenly think of adding rice bran." Han Guishan asked.

"I asked my grandpa, and he said that when he was a child, he would add rice flour to the cornmeal to prevent it from cutting his throat." Jiang Feng replied indiscriminately. It can't be said that your great-grandmother did it so I did it too.

Jiang Feng kneaded the dough into the same size and put it in the steamer.

Because the quality of the cornmeal was so bad, even though Jiang Feng had already kneaded the dough very finely and added a lot of rice paste, it still felt rough to the touch. Not to mention eating it, it must be cutting your throat and grinding your tongue.

When the pickled vegetable dumplings were steamed and out of the pot, Jiang Feng was a little hesitant to take them out.

From appearance to touch, these twelve pickled vegetable dumplings can be said to be worthless.

Han Guishan felt as if he had returned to his childhood. During the Chinese New Year, he sat with his ten brothers and sisters, his father and grandma, eagerly waiting for the twelve pickled vegetable dumplings in the pot. Mamaw would always give half of her pickle balls to the three boys, and everyone would gobble it up and bite, it was the happiest time of the year.

Now, there are also twelve pickled vegetable dumplings.

Han Guishan's eyes were red.

Han Guishan took out his mobile phone and called his younger sister.

"Hey, brother, what's the matter? Call me at this time." Han Guishan's younger sister is considered lucky among all the children. After only ten years of poor life, Shenzhen City has developed, went to school, and is now a Middle school art teacher.

"During the Chinese New Year, call your nine sisters and eight sisters. Let's go back to Shenzhen City to see our parents, grandparents, eldest brother, second brother, fourth younger sister, fifth younger sister, sixth younger sister and seventh younger sister. I know what happened to the old house at home." Han Guishan said.

"Brother...you...well, you haven't gone back to see them for many years."

"Um……"

"Ding, complete the side mission [Precious Memories], and get the mission reward item [A Memory of Han Guishan Road]."

Jiang Feng didn't respond.

Because Han Guishan cried.

A man who had a successful career, was worth more than one billion, and was over 50 years old, hung up the phone and squatted on the ground with his head buried in his arms and cried loudly.

Jiang Feng was a little taken aback.

Han Youxin had been hearing the movement upstairs, and ran down to see that his own father was crying more exaggeratedly than he had in the past two days, and was miserable. He immediately glared at Jiang Feng and shouted: "What did you do to my father?"

Then Han Youxin saw the pickled vegetable dumplings on the table.

He had eaten pickled vegetable dumplings for two days, and he could tell at a glance that the pickled vegetable dumplings on the table were worse than the sum of the previous two days.

Han Youxin felt that he had found the truth.

"The grass dumplings you made must be so unpalatable that my dad cried!" Han Youxin, the little fat man, said firmly.

"Little bastard, what are you talking about!" Han Guishan was just too sad, but not deaf, sobbing and reprimanding Han Youxin, "Student Xiaojiang, don't worry, I lost my composure just now, I'm sorry, I won't send you off this time."

"No, no, no." Jiang Feng said again and again, and left the Han family in a state of almost floating.