Life is a Game

The Taifeng Tower is the same as when Jiang Feng came last time. The vase with a small corner of the base is still in place. The flowers in the vase have changed from the daisies that Jiang Feng knows to the ones that look like roses that Jiang Feng doesn’t know. Unknown flower. Wang Xiulian was not sitting behind the cash register. Behind the cash register stood a familiar young and beautiful waiter whose name Jiang Feng couldn't name.

"Little boss, Manager Wang went out just now, do you want me to call her for you?" the waiter said quickly after seeing Jiang Feng.

"No, I'll come back and deliver some tofu." Jiang Feng raised the plastic bag in his hand, and left after speaking.

waiter:? ? ?

Jiang Feng approached the back kitchen with the tofu, and found that the two old men were there, and Jiang Weiguo had changed into a chef's uniform and was cutting vegetables, right next to Jiang Jiankang.

The old man has not done this kind of work for a long time. When he is in a healthy frying pan, the old man just burns but does not cut.

Jiang Weiming knew Jiang Weisheng and Zhang Weiyu cut meat from the side. Zhang Weiyu is now a very qualified cook.

Zhang Guanghang seemed to be making the sauce, he was holding a small spoon to taste the sauce, his brows were furrowed, Wu Minqi was picking out the dried chilies, Dong Shi and Dong Li were pickling the fish, Master Wang was chopping the stuffing, and everyone else was doing the same. Going about my own business.

Jiang Feng stood at the door holding the tofu as if he had come to deliver food.

"Brother Feng, why are you here today?" Sang Ming was the first to discover Jiang Feng.

The two old men looked up at Jiang Feng before continuing to do their own thing. Zhang Guanghang nodded slightly from Jiang Feng, and most of the others did the same. Only Wu Minqi put down the dried chili peppers she had just picked and walked towards Jiang Feng.

"I'll bring you some tofu." Jiang Feng said, handing the tofu to Sang Ming.

Sang Ming took the tofu and looked inside curiously: "Brother Feng, how do you get these tofu?"

"Eat it." Jiang Feng said, and Wu Minqi walked in front of him.

"Fengfeng, why are you here?" Wu Minqi smiled and glanced to the side, "Let's go out and talk."

Jiang Feng nodded, and left the back kitchen with Wu Minqi, and sat down in two random chairs.

"Fengfeng, you look much better today than before." Wu Minqi said with a smile.

"ah?"

"During this period of time, you seem to be preoccupied. Every day when you go home, you take a shower and enter the room. You always don't hear me talking to you. You are absent-minded."

"It's the same when I eat in the morning. If I don't remind you, sometimes you can drink a bowl of porridge for half an hour."

"Ah, I..." Jiang Feng didn't expect him to be so anxious during this period of time.

"Actually, it's not just me, Aunt Wang and the others also noticed it. I knew you didn't care. Haven't you noticed that the breakfast these days is different from before?" Wu Minqi felt helpless.

Jiang Feng looked confused: "Isn't it just cake, cake with soy milk, I remember these days."

"Fengfeng, have you seen my pancakes these days? Or do you think I know how to pancakes?" Wu Minqi doesn't know how to pancakes. "The pancakes I ate for breakfast these days were baked by Grandma Jiang and brought over, didn't you eat them?" ?”

Jiang Feng thought about it carefully. Thinking about it this way, it seemed that the cake tasted like Grandma Jiang baked it. No, it should be said that Grandma Jiang baked it.

Why didn't he eat it?

"We all know that you are more anxious because of recent events. In fact, we are all anxious. The restaurant business cannot be solved by one person. We all think that it is more important for you to learn to cook with Master Peng, and we don't want these things to affect you. It’s about you, so Aunt Wang and Grandpa Jiang forbid everyone to talk about guests and business in the WeChat group, just because they don’t want you to be affected.”

Jiang Feng suddenly realized, no wonder the work group has been dead lately.

"Originally, I was a little worried about your appearance before. Aunt Wang and Jiang Bo were still discussing whether to let Brother Cheng take you to see a psychiatrist. I feel relieved when I see you now. I didn't dare to talk to you before. You talk." Wu Minqi's words were full of ease and joy, and she was obviously really happy.

For no reason, Jiang Feng felt that anxious feeling came back.

It was more prosperous than before, as if a heavy boulder was pressing on the chest, a ball of airtight cotton blocked the trachea, and a small ball bouncing at high speed raged in the brain.

Jiang Feng was so uncomfortable that he wanted to shout.

He can control his expression, but not his breathing.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He felt that the big stone on his chest loosened a little, but it pressed up again within a few seconds.

Anxiety of unprecedented intensity.

Even he didn't know why he was anxious.

Jiang Feng was very similar to telling Wu Minqi that the reason why he was anxious was not because he was worried about the business in the store, maybe he was, but he was definitely not that worried, nor would he be so worried that he had difficulty breathing.

But he can't say it, and he doesn't want to say it, because even he himself doesn't know why he is like this.

Everyone was waiting for him, and even worried about him. He didn't want Wu Minqi and the others to worry about such things that even he couldn't explain clearly.

"Fengfeng, what's wrong with you?" Wu Minqi sensed that something was wrong with Jiang Feng.

"It's nothing." Jiang Feng stood up, "I just feel a little tight in the chest, maybe it's too stuffy today, I'll go outside for a walk."

"By the way, I guess I'll go back early tonight. Master Peng asked me to rest today, and I asked Wang Hao to have a barbecue. Do you have anything you want me to buy in the supermarket? I bought it today and took it back with me."

"Ah." Wu Minqi hadn't figured out why Jiang Feng felt chest tightness even though it wasn't too hot today, so she was taken away by Jiang Feng, "The mop at home needs to be replaced, and I need to buy some more dishcloths, and I have to wash it. Fine, by the way, there are also clothes hangers, if you can hold them, buy more tissues, there are always not enough napkins." Wu Minqi said.

"Yeah." Jiang Feng said he wrote it down.

"Fengfeng, how do you feel now, do you still have chest tightness?" Wu Minqi asked.

"It's much better, just stand up." Jiang Feng said.

"Then take care of your body and don't drink too much beer at night. You may be tired from not resting recently. If you can, please ask Master Peng for two days off. I will change shifts with others to accompany you out for a walk."

"Don't worry." Jiang Feng smiled at Wu Minqi, "No, maybe it's because the store is airtight. Look, the windows aren't even open."

"Is this so?" Wu Minqi still felt that something was wrong, she felt that something was wrong with Jiang Feng.

"I'll go first, and you will be tired too."

"En." Wu Minqi nodded.

Jiang Feng left Taifeng Building.

He felt the stone in his chest sinking again.

Something was wrong, even he himself felt something was wrong.