Life is a Game

Jiang Weiming's Baiwei Soup is completely different from Jiang Weisheng's Weiwei Soup. If there is any difference, it is delicious in a simple way, and it has a different feeling in a complicated way.

It is no exaggeration to say that Jiang Feng felt at home from the soup in the bowl.

It's like the parents and children in TV dramas in the early years separated for several years due to various reasons. There were countless entanglements and resentments in the middle, and they were finally resolved one by one in the finale. At the end of the story, the family gathers together for a meal, and the last bowl of soup is served on the table. Amidst the steaming heat and laughter, a TV series comes to an end.

The Baiwei soup that Jiang Weiming made today was the last bowl of soup.

Jiang Feng happily drank the soup in the bowl, feeling warm in his body and heart, so he put down the bowl and picked up the chopsticks to start eating.

After dinner, Jiang Xiaoran went back to the room to fix bugs, Lin Juan washed the dishes and cleaned the house, Jiang Yong took Jiang Feng and Jiang Weiming out for a walk, and also took Jiang Weiming to familiarize himself with the surrounding environment so that it would be inconvenient for him to go out alone.

After walking for more than an hour, Jiang Feng returned to Jiang Yong's house and did some simple washing. He learned about Jiang Yong's toilet that was often out of order, and sat on the sofa in the living room with Wu Minqi for half an hour. After the video call, he walked into Jiang Xiaoran's room.

At 10:17, Jiang Feng was ready to go to bed. He booked the high-speed train tomorrow morning and needed to get up early, so he was going to bed early.

Jiang Xiaoran was still typing on the computer screen to fix bugs.

Seeing Jiang Feng go to bed, Jiang Xiaoran realized that his new cousin wanted to sleep. Jiang Xiaoran looked at the computer, hesitated for a while, turned off the computer decisively, and went out to wash.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Xiaoran returned to the room, turned off the lights and went to bed.

Jiang Feng didn't fall asleep and turned over. As a qualified youth cultivating immortals, going to bed at 10 o'clock is really not his style.

Five minutes later, Jiang Xiaoran also turned over on the bed.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Feng turned over.

Fifteen minutes later, Jiang Xiaoran turned over with a huge movement, followed by Jiang Feng, and the two sighed in unison.

Both Jiang Feng and Jiang Xiaoran knew in their hearts that the other party was not asleep, but there were outsiders around, so they were embarrassed to take out their mobile phones to practice immortality like in the past, but tried hard to force themselves to sleep.

"Cousin, are you asleep?" Jiang Xiaoran spoke first.

"No." Jiang Feng opened his eyes, looking at the dark ceiling.

"I heard from my dad that you live in Beiping with my grandfather and a few cousins, right?" Jiang Xiaoran asked.

"Yes, but we only moved to Beiping in July this year. Our family has a restaurant in Beiping. Several of my uncles and my parents work in the restaurant. I am also there, as well as my grandpa and third grandpa. Even your grandfather is here, and the three of us are chefs." Jiang Feng said.

"That's great." Jiang Xiaoran couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Um?"

"Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else, I just think it's nice that such a big family can get together." Jiang Xiaoran explained, "I'm different, I'm an only child, my mother is an only child, Since I was a child, I have been alone and have no cousins ​​or cousins ​​of the same age. You probably won’t believe it, but I have never met my two aunts since I was a child.”

"Never seen one?" Jiang Feng had a look of disbelief.

"Yes, I haven't seen one. In fact, I haven't seen my grandpa many times. I didn't recognize my grandpa when I saw it today. I don't have a photo of my grandpa at home. I only have a photo of my grandma. I don't know if you recognize it. I know my uncle, and I heard that he seems to be working there in Sichuan, and I haven’t met a few times, and I haven’t met my cousin much.” Jiang Xiaoran said, “Before my father told me that grandpa would come to my house this year for the New Year. I thought he was talking nonsense, we haven’t been back to my grandpa’s house for the New Year in almost 10 years, and when I was young, I went to my grandpa’s house for the New Year and left after the New Year’s Eve dinner.”

"I still don't understand what's going on. I always feel that my dad and my grandpa don't have a good relationship."

Jiang Feng could tell that Jiang Xiaoran knew nothing about the love and hatred between his father and his grandfather, and was a standard marginal figure.

But how can a marginal character "drop" when he touches the game? The "drips" were all key figures when I touched them before, such as Zhang Zhiyun and the window frames of Yongheju, they all have stories.

No matter how you look at it, Jiang Xiaoran doesn't look like a person with a story.

"Brother Xiaoran, what do you think of Third Grandpa's cooking?" Jiang Feng asked.

Jiang Xiaoran was silent for a while before speaking, and he seemed a little embarrassed by his tone.

"To tell you the truth, I remember when I was a child, I was beaten by my dad because I wanted to stay at my grandpa's house when I was 30 years old, and wait for the meal in the first grade of junior high school."

Jiang Feng regained his energy immediately, and began to share with Jiang Xiaoran the experience of being beaten up by his grandfather when he and his cousins ​​were young: "It's normal. When I was young, my cousins ​​and I often got beat up by my grandfather in order to eat more food." Hit. To put it in a less respectful way, my grandfather's handicraft is not as good as the third grandfather's."

Jiang Xiaoran smiled: "I thought I was the only one like this. I always felt ashamed and dared not tell others. My dad didn't mention it either. I didn't expect you, Cousin Xiaofeng, to be like this."

Because of the same experience of being beaten, Jiang Xiaoran felt that the distance between him and Jiang Feng was shortened instantly, and the address was changed from cousin to Xiaofeng's cousin.

"Brother Xiaoran, did you stay in the end?" Jiang Feng asked curiously.

"No, my dad took me away after beating me up. I remember my dad was driving the car that day, and I was sitting in the back seat crying while my mom handed me papers." Jiang Xiaoran said, "But why did I really want to stay at my grandpa’s house, I don’t remember, it seems that I ate a dish that I think is particularly delicious. After so many years, I have forgotten the specific reason.”

Jiang Feng said in relief: "It's fine if you eat it. If you eat it, you won't lose money if you get beaten. If you don't eat it, you will be beaten."

Regarding the matter of being beaten for eating, Jiang Feng felt that the children of the Jiang family had a special right to speak. Since his father's generation, 50% of the reasons for being beaten are because of eating, and the remaining 50% are because of cooking. Anyway, it has nothing to do with cooking.

"Too."

"By the way, brother Xiaoran, how old were you when you were beaten? I remember being beaten by my grandfather for eating when I was twelve or thirteen years old, and my cousin was beaten for such things after he was in junior high school. "Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Xiaoran: "...16."

Jiang Feng: "..."

A little strong.

Jiang Fengdun was in awe.

There was silence in the room.

"Ahem, it's getting late, let's go to sleep, I remember you have to catch the train tomorrow morning, and I have to go to work tomorrow morning." Jiang Xiaoran turned over and faced the wall.

"Yes, yes, it's time to go to bed, it's time to go to bed, everyone has to get up early." Jiang Feng also turned over and faced Apple.

As long as Jiang Feng closed his eyes, the fruity aroma of apples would linger in his nose and linger.

The tighter the eyes are closed, the stronger the fruity aroma, the more sleepy you are, the more you want to eat.

Jiang Feng: ...

Damn, I really want to eat apples.

Especially the crispy apples, the sliced ​​apples are wrapped in the special starch liquid made by the old man himself, and fried in a frying pan.

Fragrant and crispy, especially at the dinner table of the New Year's Eve, the crispy apples eaten under the chopsticks of many cousins ​​are even more fragrant and crispy.

Jiang Feng seemed to hear the clicking sound of chewing crispy apples.

Jiang Feng swallowed silently, turned over, and faced Jiang Xiaoran.

"Brother Xiaoran, do you want an apple?"

"ah?"

"Shall I peel two apples and let's eat an apple first. I heard that eating some fruit before going to bed will help you sleep better." Jiang Feng began to talk nonsense seriously, and even sat up from the bed.

Jiang Xiaoran was a little puzzled, he didn't know why the topic changed to whether he should eat an apple or not. But after thinking about it, he felt that Jiang Feng's words were reasonable. He couldn't sleep anyway, so he might as well eat an apple to calm down.

"Okay." Jiang Xiaoran also sat up and turned on the light.

The light illuminated the room, even a little harshly.

Jiang Feng touched two apples from the box, went to the kitchen to find a fruit knife, and peeled the apples. Then he and Jiang Xiaoran sat on the bed face to face, and began to chew apples.

After eating the apples, turn off the lights, go to bed, and sleep.

Turning over, Jiang Feng fell asleep peacefully.

Half an hour later, Jiang Xiaoran, who was still not asleep, asked softly uncertainly: "Cousin Xiaofeng, are you asleep?"

It was Jiang Feng's steady breathing that answered him.

Jiang Xiaoran was startled, does eating apples really help sleep?

But why Jiang Feng fell asleep so quickly, but he was still suffering from insomnia.

Is it because I don't eat enough, the amount is not enough, so the effect is not obvious?

Jiang Xiaoran climbed up with his own hands and feet, and quietly took out an apple from the box. The kitchen peeled the apple, and he sat alone at the dining table in the living room and gnawed on the apple.

After eating the apples, Jiang Xiaoran went back to his room to sleep.

An hour later, Jiang Xiaoran got up again, and lightly touched an apple from the box. After peeling the apple as before, he sat alone in the living room and ate the apple.

In the middle of the night, there was no one, and there was silence, only the apple in his hand and a small dim light accompanied Jiang Xiaoran.

What a warm, lonely, weird, scary, and even creepy scene!

Lin Juan, who went to the bathroom at night, opened the door and saw her son sitting at the dining table alone, gnawing on an apple while lost in thought, and was really shocked.

"Xiaoran, what are you doing? You don't sleep in the middle of the night." Lin Juan asked.

Only then did Jiang Xiaoran come to his senses: "Mom, can't I fall asleep? I heard that eating more fruits at night can help you sleep."

"belch."

Lin Juan: "..."

"Don't eat, go back to sleep, lie down on the bed, close your eyes and fall asleep." Lin Juan shook her head helplessly, opened the door and went into the toilet.

Jiang Xiaoran finished eating the apples in two mouthfuls, and went back to his room to sleep.

In the silent late night, Jiang Xiaoran lay on the bed, closed his eyes and tried hard to fall asleep.

Three minutes later.

"belch."

Jiang Xiaoran doesn't know if eating apples will help him sleep, but it is true to satisfy his hunger.