Life is a Game

In just half an afternoon, all the people in the back kitchen of Taifeng Building knew the good news that there must be a holiday before Xiaoyian, and the annual holiday will be extended to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and the last day will not have to go to work for the annual meeting.

All the employees of Taifeng Building are swimming in the ocean of happiness, just like college students who don’t need final exams or homework during the winter vacation, and the school pays bonuses.

When employees are happy, customers are naturally sad. Whether they are new customers or old customers, these days they are actually looking forward to the menu of Tai Fung Restaurant's New Year's Eve dinner. As long as the money is not bad, everyone doesn't mind spending a little more to have a sumptuous and delicious New Year's Eve dinner in their favorite restaurant and not lose face in the circle of friends.

As a result, the expectant guests got the news that Taifeng Building was closed from Xiaonian to Lantern Festival.

This kind of news is like a bolt from the blue to some people who use Taifeng Building as a cafeteria, such as Han Guishan, who are not short of money, and they can't help but sigh when they eat. They can't wait to find out the boss of Taifeng Building and pry his brain open to see what's inside, and teach him about business by the way.

As a high-end restaurant, how could it not do Chinese New Year business!

How can you have money and not make money, how can you force money and not make money!

Sitting in the box on the second floor, Han Guishan sighed deeply as he looked at the pickled vegetable dumpling in his hand.

Wang Jing looked up at Han Guishan, scooped up a spoonful of Mapo Tofu, and drank two mouthfuls of soy milk.

The mapo tofu with white tofu and red soup sprinkled with a lot of Chinese prickly ash and chilli is clearly the unreserved effort of Wu Minqi.

Since "Zhiwei" was published, there have been many customers coming from other places in Taifeng Restaurant just to taste the dishes written by Xu Cheng on Zhiwei. Every day, many customers are teary-eyed by Wu Minqi's Maoxuewang and Mapo Tofu, and they are speechless for a while. By the way, the sales of juice in Taifeng Building have doubled. Comrade Wang Xiulian wants to hold a special meeting to praise Take a look at Wu Minqi's outstanding behavior of contributing to the store. For this reason, Comrade Wang Xiulian also specially changed the menu, and added two options (generally spicy/slightly spicy) to Wu Minqi's dishes.

Ever since Wu Minqi watched "Knowing the Taste", the seal on her body seemed to be broken. Usually, when cooking, I would also consider the tolerance of Peking guests to spicy food. Now when cooking, I am completely being myself. Sometimes Jiang Feng would feel that the spicy smell floated into his frying pan when he was cooking next to her. .

Han Guishan took a bite of the pickled vegetable dumpling. It still tasted familiar, cut his throat, and filled his stomach.

Han Guishan sighed again.

Wang Jing couldn't bear it anymore and put down the chopsticks. The moment the wooden chopsticks touched the porcelain plate, there was a crisp sound.

"Old Han, eat well, don't let me sigh all day long. You have been like this since the past two days, who will show you sigh every day while eating?" Wang Jing said angrily.

Taking advantage of Wang Jing's anger, Han Youxin threw half of the pickled vegetable dumpling under the table, quickly stood up and picked up a large piece of braised mutton on the table, happily chewing .

Han Youxin thought that he had done everything seamlessly, but he didn't know that Wang Hao, who was guarding the door and thinking about the copywriting, had already seen through everything.

In stark contrast to the employees of Taifeng Building who have been waiting for the annual meeting and holiday every day since Wang Xiulian announced that the annual meeting will be held on the 16th and the 17th, Wang Hao is in stark contrast.

Wang Hao's paid annual leave this year is only 3 days and 6 hours.

Although he is just an intern and hasn't graduated yet, it stands to reason that he doesn't need to be like a regular employee. However, because Wang Hao often came to Taifeng Building as a waiter to find inspiration, the advertising copywriting was particularly good. In just a few months of internship, he had already completed three copywritings, which won the leadership's attention. Wang Hao now only needs to finish his graduation thesis and sign a formal employment contract after graduating from university, becoming a real 996 who works overtime and stays up late to lose his hair.

Now the biggest problem Wang Hao faces is his graduation thesis.

As an excellent new century scumbag who can only write copywriting and nonsense novels but can't write papers, the graduation thesis is undoubtedly a stumbling block for Wang Hao on his way to a great future.

Therefore, today Wang Hao did not simply come to Taifeng Building as a waiter to find inspiration, but he came to Taifeng Building with a purpose to find inspiration as a waiter by the way.

He needed to come to Jiang Feng, no, it was his dearest and most beloved father, and ask his father to introduce him to Professor Li and guide him on his graduation thesis.

Wang Hao is now making a draft in his heart, thinking about how to find Jiang Feng after seeing Jiang Feng during his lunch break, and talk to him about their years of friendship and the father-son relationship that is always present and absent. Then lead to the following, and successfully found Professor Li for help.

Wang Hao's thoughts gradually drifted away, and he didn't pay attention to Han Youxin who left a few pickled vegetable dumplings under the table.

"Hey, wife, today is already the 14th!" Han Guishan looked sad, as if the company's stock price had evaporated by a small amount overnight.

"What happened to No. 14?" Wang Jing didn't think so, and picked up another piece of eel in Maoxuewang.

Han Youxin followed suit and wanted to pick up eel, but Wang Jing stopped him with chopsticks: "Xinxin, this dish is too spicy, you can't eat it."

Han Youxin: QAQ

Han Guishan glanced at Wang Jing, but didn't notice that the pickled vegetable dumpling in Han Youxin's hand was gone: "Hey, wife, you don't understand."

Wang Jing smiled helplessly: "I don't understand what, isn't it because Taifeng Building is open tomorrow on the last day of the year? It's not closed. Why, you can't find a place to eat during the Chinese New Year? There are so many restaurants in Beiping, big and small, can you still be hungry? It’s okay, I’ll just cook for you. I’m not talking about you. It’s expensive to hire a chef at home. It’s more expensive for you to go to Taifeng Building to eat every day than to hire a chef. Cheaper?"

Wang Jing drank the last sip of soy milk, wanted to pour another glass and found that the bottle was gone, turned to Wang Hao and said, "Excuse me, please bring another bottle of soy milk."

"Okay, please wait a moment." Wang Hao went out to get soy milk for Wang Jing.

Thinking of not being able to eat pickled vegetable dumplings from the day after tomorrow until Lantern Festival, Han Guishan felt weak all over.

When his family was poor, he could only eat pickled vegetable dumplings during the Chinese New Year, but now that he is rich, the situation is reversed, and he cannot eat pickled vegetable dumplings during the Chinese New Year.

How could Han Guishan not be sad?

The sad Han Guishan decided to order all the pickled vegetable dumplings tomorrow, pack them home and put them in the freezer to freeze and eat slowly, trying to eat until the end of the Lantern Festival.

Reinvigorated Han Guishan decided to have a good meal.

"By the way, should we go back to Shencheng for Chinese New Year today?" Wang Jing didn't have soy milk to drink, and didn't even want to eat spicy food, so she decided to disturb Han Guishan and let him chat with her.

"Go back, didn't you make an agreement with Jiumei and Shimei before? Go back on the fifth day of the lunar new year. When I went back to offer incense last year, I made an agreement with my parents in front of the tomb. I have to go back to offer incense to them this year. Of course I have to go back. .” Han Guishan said.

Wang Jing nodded: "It's still the same. When you come back to my house in the second year of junior high school, I don't think you should eat outside for the New Year's Eve dinner. Moving from City A to Beiping this year is considered a new house. The first year's New Year's Eve dinner is still up to me. Do it yourself."

"Okay, I will listen to your wife." Han Guishan agreed very readily.

He can do anything as long as he can fry the beans and not eat them in the hospital, but poor Han Youxin, Han Guishan suddenly remembered that his son hadn't tasted his mother's cooking for several years.

It's time for my son to recall bitterness and sweetness, and know how delicious pickled vegetable dumplings are.

Thinking of this, Han Guishan kindly sandwiched a large piece of sweet and sour pork ribs for Han Youxin: "Youxin, eat more."

Han Youxin was flattered, and he stuffed the ribs into his mouth very cooperatively, and his small mouth was tightly wrapped.

At this moment, Han Youxin not only tasted the sweet and sour sweet and sour pork ribs, the meaty and sauce flavors of the pork ribs, but also tasted the strong fatherly love.

It has been a year, and what Dad finally puts for him is not vegetable dumplings but meat!

Han Youxin spit out the bones, swallowed the meat, and shouted excitedly: "Dad, I love you!"

By the way, I also completed the winter homework assigned by the teacher.

Han Guishan blushed, he didn't expect his son to be so excited just by clipping a piece of ribs, and couldn't help but reflect on whether he was busy with work and didn't have time to accompany his son, which caused his son's lack of fatherly love.

"Youxin, are you full?" Han Guishan asked lovingly.

Han Youxin shook his head decisively.

Han Guishan looked at the dining table.

There is still half a plate of mapo tofu, there is not much Maoxuewang left, the sweet and sour pork ribs are almost untouched, there is still more than half of the plate of red braised lamb, and there are three pickled vegetable dumplings.

He wanted to pack these three pickled vegetable dumplings and put them in the freezer to eat slowly later.

Han Guishan hesitated.

Han Guishan has decided.

Everything is for my son.

Han Guishan picked up a pickled vegetable dumpling, put it in Han Youxin's bowl, and patted his little head.

"Eat another vegetable dumpling if you are not full. This shop will close the day after tomorrow and will not open until after the Lantern Festival. After tomorrow, I believe you will not be able to eat it even if you want it."