Life is a Game

"My grandfather has lived a good life these years. He escaped to Shanghai by boat, and went to Z city to work as a cook for a local wealthy family. After liberation, he became the chef of a state-owned restaurant. Now he and I Grandma lives in City Z. Grandpa got married late, so my uncles are all around forty or fifty."

"My uncle's name is Jiang Jianguo. He is a tailor. He has a small tailor shop in City A. His son, Jiang Zaide, is a fashion designer. My second uncle, Jiang Jiandang, opened a drugstore. Moved to City A, his son is my second cousin named Jiang Shoucheng, who is studying for a master’s degree at Imperial Medical University. My dad’s third son is Jiang Jiankang, and he owns a cooking pot next to University A. My fourth uncle is called Jiang Jianye and the fifth uncle is called Jiang Jianshe, he jointly opened a pet shop in City A. My fourth uncle's son, Jiang Ran, is my third cousin, and he goes to college in Shanghai, and my fifth uncle has twin daughters named Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing, who are still in junior high school." Jiang Feng briefly introduced the current situation of their family to Jiang Weiming.

"Okay, okay." Jiang Weiming kept nodding, "The five brothers are all in one place, so they can help each other, okay, that's great."

"How is your grandma?" Jiang Weiming asked with concern.

"My grandma is in good health. She doesn't get sick all year round. She can also play cards and dance square dances with the old ladies in the village," Jiang Feng said.

"Okay, okay." Jiang Weiming smiled, with tears in his eyes unconsciously, "Your third grandma can't do it anymore, she fell when she went out seven years ago, she didn't survive, she's gone."

Jiang Feng didn't know how to answer the words.

He hadn't expected such a heavy topic during rehearsal last night.

Coincidentally, Long Chao Shou was ready, and the store brought a bowl of Long Chao Shou to ease the embarrassment.

"Xiaofeng, come, eat Chaoshou." Jiang Weiming greeted.

This bowl of Long Chaoshou is different from the one that Jiang Feng ate in the Internet celebrity shop before. It is smaller than the Internet celebrity shop, but the skin is very thin. Jiang Feng can see the flesh color inside after wrapping it in two layers, so it can be called thin. As paper, as thin as silk. None of the skins in a bowl of more than a dozen chao shou were boiled, which is enough to show the skill of the maker in rolling the skins.

The ingredients are very simple, a spoonful of special red oil, a little chopped green onion and coriander, and the original milky white soup can be vaguely seen when stirred. The red oil is very fragrant, and the Chaoshou is also dyed a layer of red.

It was still a little hot just out of the pot, so Jiang Feng carefully bit off half of it.

The meat is fresh pork leg, which is finely chopped, and eggs are added to make it tender, tender and juicy. Chaoshou skin is also added with egg liquid, and you can feel its smoothness and delicateness when you touch it with the tip of your tongue.

Yes, a little spicy.

The soup is dashi, thick and fragrant. Jiang Feng felt that this bowl of Longchaoshou could be done without red oil, it would add a bit of spiciness, but it would also hurt people like him who are not good at spicy food.

Suddenly, Jiang Feng felt a tickle in his throat.

After coughing twice, the red oil choked into his throat.

Now that the situation was getting serious, Jiang Feng burst into tears on the spot, coughing uncontrollably, wanting to cough up his lungs.

"What's the matter, is it too spicy? Water, come, drink water!" Jiang Weiming also panicked, like a child who has done something bad with good intentions, hurriedly poured water for Jiang Feng, and accidentally spilled his sleeve.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm just choking." Jiang Feng took off his down jacket, and while comforting Jiang Weiming who was a little flustered, he rolled up his sleeves and wiped the water with a paper.

There is also a scar on his right wrist that was newly scalded by oil some time ago. It is normal for the chef to have a knife wound and scald on his hand, but his scar is a bit big, and it is newly scalded. See.

"Xiaofeng, this on your hand..." Jiang Weiming also saw the scar.

"It was accidentally hot when cooking some time ago, and it will fade away after a while." Jiang Feng wiped the water casually, put down his sleeves, and put on a down jacket, "I help out in the shop at home when I don't have classes. My three cousins ​​and I had to go to my grandpa to learn to cook when I was young, and I learned the longest time and I am still learning."

"Okay, okay." Jiang Weiming's these few voices were more genuine than the previous ones, and he was also somewhat relieved, "My little brother is better than me, and the family's handicraft has not been lost, unlike me, hey."

"Your third grandfather, I got married early, and your hall uncle is over 60 years old. None of my two sons and two daughters have inherited my craft, and the juniors are not willing to learn it. When I was in the state-run hotel, I accepted one. Apprentice, but the talent is not good, and now I have retired a long time ago and quit enjoying the happiness at home." Jiang Weiming was full of regret, "I thought that Jiang's food would be cut off in my hands like this, but I didn't expect it, my little brother is better than me , stronger than me!"

Jiang Feng didn't have the nerve to say that if he hadn't become a game player for no reason, he would have given up cooking a long time ago.

"Third Grandpa, are the cousins ​​and aunts also in Sichuan?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Both your cousins ​​are married to other places! One is from the south and the other is from the north. They are both old. It would be nice to see each other once a year. Your uncle is in Shu, but not in the provincial capital. In City K, the second uncle In Shanghai, the juniors are all over the place. Originally, your uncle wanted to pick me up. I’ve been here for decades, and I’m not used to going to K City, so he came to see me from time to time. So as not to disturb them in the past." Jiang Weiming said.

Jiang Feng felt a little sad when he heard it.

"By the way, Xiaofeng, where did you see my photo?" Jiang Weiming asked.

"I saw it at Mr. Han Han Guishan's house," Jiang Feng said.

"Quiet, we took a group photo back then. It was a group photo of our state-owned hotel staff before she insisted on marrying that kid surnamed Han and resigned. I didn't expect that girl to keep it." Jiang Weiming laughed, "Fate Ah, what a fate."

Jiang Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He almost forgot that expensive photographers usually didn't take photos in the past. Fortunately, there was a group photo, otherwise it would be a fake.

"Xiaofeng, your grandfather knows..."

"My grandfather didn't know that I came to you, and I wasn't sure at first. I didn't want to make him happy, so..." Jiang Feng explained.

"Good boy, what a good boy." Jiang Weiming couldn't help sighing, seeing that Long Chaoshou was about to lose his steam, and quickly said, "Xiaofeng, eat Chaoshou first, and eat it while it's hot!"

The old and the young asked and answered like this, Jiang Weiming answered whatever Jiang Feng asked, knowing everything, Jiang Weiming was happy to listen to everything, no matter who Jiang Feng was talking about, he was willing to listen.

He had separated from Jiang Weiguo when he was a child, and his memory of Jiang Weiguo was very limited after a long time. Listening to Jiang Feng now, Jiang Weiming felt as if he remembered his younger brother when he was a child, the seven brothers, Jiang Chengde, and even his little aunt Jiang Huiqin. The best memory of his youth at that time is also the best memory of his life.

The two of them were in this small shop, chatting for a whole morning.

Jiang Feng felt that it was almost time. He had almost said what he had prepared last night, and now it was time to release the most important news.

"Well, Third Grandpa, do you still remember Jiang Huiqin?" Jiang Feng asked.

*This chapter is added! _(w∠)_