Life is a Game

After dinner, Fang Zhuoyue insisted that he should pay.

The person who has just confessed that he has successfully left the single will be in a miraculous state where he sees everything in the world as beautiful and believes everything others say. Even if Jiang Feng gave Fang Zhuoyue a ring now and told him that you took this ring to propose to Huang Chenxuan, Huang Chenxuan would definitely agree to you, and Fang Zhuoyue would believe it.

Wait, it seems that there is really this ring.

"Jiang Feng, I want to ask if this restaurant accepts reservations?" After paying for the meal, Fang Zhuoyue was about to leave.

"Accept, you need a membership card, but I can make a reservation for you," Jiang Feng said.

"Can I trouble you to book this seat for me next Saturday?" Fang Zhuoyue said, "Xuanxuan will come to Peking to see a doctor next week."

Jiang Feng couldn't help clicking his tongue, how long have you been out of the order? Calling Xuanxuan to come on within an hour, young people nowadays are really not reserved.

Fang Zhuoyue left Taifeng Building and went back to school. Although he was a little dizzy after drinking a small glass of blueberry wine, his mind was still clear and he could walk in a straight line. It's only 8 o'clock and it's not completely dark, so it's no problem for him to go back to school alone.

Taifeng building's evening business started early and ended early. Jiang Feng returned to the back kitchen to help with some finishing work. By the way, he talked to the two old men about his plan to eat hot pot tomorrow night.

"Tomorrow night? Let's change it to the day after tomorrow. The day after tomorrow will be a day off. Taifeng Building will be closed. I see that you brought a lot of salted duck eggs today. It just so happens that your grandma wants to eat zongzi again. Now is the time to pick fresh zongzi leaves. Uncle, go get some fresh zongzi leaves, make zongzi the day after tomorrow, and eat hot pot." Jiang Weiguo said.

"One day off the day after tomorrow?" Jiang Feng looked surprised. He just got Duchang bean ginseng and wanted to eat it in hot pot, but the old man was so mobilizing to give all the staff a day off for a few bags of bean ginseng.

"The day after tomorrow is your third grandfather's 99th birthday, haven't I told you?" Jiang Weiguo said.

"Dad, you really didn't tell us, I don't even know." Jiang Jiankang had something to say.

Jiang Weiguo: ...

Did the third child play less when he was a child?

"Little brother, there's no need for that. It's not a centenary party. 99 years old is just a fictional age. Why make it so exaggerated." Jiang Weiming smiled and said, "I'm already my age. What kind of birthday do I have?"

In the past few years, Jiang Weiming has long been used to spending his birthday alone in the countryside. It's no different from usual, except that he cooks himself a bowl of longevity noodles in the morning.

"Uncle San can't do this. Business can be done at any time, but the birthday is only on that day. Naturally, it has to be lively." Jiang Jiankang said.

The birthdays of the younger generations of the Jiang family can be celebrated casually, but the birthdays of the elders must not be casual. Every year on the old man's birthday, although there was no food or noodles, the five Jiang Jiankang brothers would eagerly send the rare ingredients that the old man might like to the old man to the countryside.

In the past few years, it was because the old man stayed in the country, and the five Jiang Jiankang brothers were not together, and the old man was not interested in holding a big birthday banquet on his birthday when he was not exactly 10 years old, so the original birthday was a casual one.

But it is different now, everyone is gathered together, this year is full of happy events, of course the birthdays of old men cannot be casual.

"Yes, third grandpa, how can you celebrate your birthday casually? The day after tomorrow, we will cook your own special dishes for you. We will gather together to make zongzi and eat hot pot. Of course, the 99th birthday must be a lively one." Jiang Feng echoed.

"Grandpa Jiang, I'm practicing carving a watermelon fruit plate recently, and I'll carve a crane for you the day after tomorrow." Wu Minqi laughed.

"Master has been researching strange soup recently, and has made some progress. I will make a copy for you to try the day after tomorrow!" Jiang Weiwei said.

"That's right, Master Jiang, of course the birthday must be a lively one. I learned how to wrap birthday peaches at home, and I can make birthday peaches for you the day after tomorrow." Zhang Weiyu also echoed.

Sang Ming looked at him in surprise: "Can you still make birthday peaches?"

"I'm also a chopping board cook anyway, what's wrong with making birthday peaches?"

Sang Ming:? ? ?

"Master Jiang, the day after tomorrow I will cook a feast for you."

"Master Jiang, I..."

"Master Jiang..."

Everyone said something, and I said something, and the whole back kitchen was so lively that it seemed that today was Jiang Weiming's birthday.

Jiang Weiming hadn't experienced such a feeling for a long time.

No one has celebrated his birthday for many years.

Since the death of his wife, no one in this world seems to remember his birthday.

"Okay, as Xiaofeng said, we have a day off the day after tomorrow. Let's make zongzi and eat hot pot. I will also have a lively birthday." Jiang Weiming said with a smile, "I will fry the hot pot bottom with my own hands."

Jiang Feng: Σ(°△°|||)︴

After cleaning up the kitchen, everyone left one after another and went back to their respective homes.

It was rare for Jiang Feng to go back with the two old men. The two old men usually left earlier and would not stay until the end.

"Grandpa, is a hundred years old usually a false age or a real age?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Of course it's a false age, what's wrong?" Jiang Weiguo didn't know why.

"Then the third grandpa will hold a centenary banquet next year, and it will be a lively and lively event," Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Weiguo smiled angrily: "You don't need to tell me, who's centenary banquet is not held in a bustling manner with dozens or even hundreds of tables."

Speaking of this, Jiang Weiguo remembered it, turned his head and asked Jiang Weiming in a low voice: "Third brother, your birthday is the day after tomorrow, my two..."

As soon as he mentioned his two sons, Jiang Weiming, he could only smile wryly: "It would be nice for my eldest son to come and have a look at me when I die. Younger one, he has already gone back. I celebrated another lunar birthday, and now The juniors still have a few days to remember the lunar calendar, I guess he has long forgotten my birthday."

"It's just an old novel. This year, he came to pick me up to live with them in Shanghai during Chinese New Year."

"Good thing." Jiang Weiguo said.

"Well, it is indeed a good thing."

The two old men were walking on the road and chatting casually. Jiang Feng and Jiang Jiankang walked behind and looked at their mobile phones, and Wu Minqi walked beside Jiang Feng to look at his mobile phone.

Although Jiang Weiguo knew how to use a smartphone, he couldn't type easily, so he didn't read the news in the wechat group at all on weekdays, and he didn't participate in the chatting topics in the Jiang family's wechat group.

Now the Jiang family's wechat group has exploded because of Jiang Weiming's upcoming birthday. Even Jiang Shoucheng, who was supposed to be on the night shift, joined the chat team, discussing how to give Jiang Weiming a lively, grand and memorable birthday. 99th birthday.

Chatting and chatting, everyone found that one person did not speak from the beginning to the end.

This person is offline all the time.

I haven't even been to Peiping in the past two months.

He was Jiang Feng's third cousin, Jiang Ran, who lost weight because of love, stayed in school for an internship, and didn't even want to have a sense of existence from the beginning to the end.

Jiang Ran is very busy. To be precise, he has been very busy this year.

Not only does he want to lose weight, he also wants to fall in love, and he also needs to take the IELTS test and prepare to study abroad for a master's degree.

He was so busy that he was getting thinner and thinner. He had no time to communicate with his family. He uninstalled QQ, blocked the WeChat group chat, and he almost lost his girlfriend.

Who told him that his major is international economics and trade?

Jiang Feng sent Jiang Ran a special WeChat message, telling him that the day after tomorrow would be Jiang Weiming's 99th birthday, and reminded him to book a bus ticket to Peking.

After Jiang Ran, who almost died suddenly in front of the computer, received the WeChat message, he straightened up as if sitting up in shock from a dying illness, and replied to Jiang Feng's WeChat message to tell him that he would definitely be there, and he was going to start booking air tickets.

The third grandpa's chopped pepper fish head is so delicious, of course he should go to celebrate his birthday as a grandnephew.

What kind of birthday gift should I buy?

Jiang Ran glanced at his bank card balance.

Forget it, let's book a train ticket. It's slow but cheap.