Life is a Game

After taking the tea from Sun Maocai, Jiang Feng felt uncomfortable and couldn't put it anywhere. Put it in the porch for fear of burglars at night and take it at a glance; put it on the tea table for fear of burglars at night and take it at a glance; put it solemnly in the cabinet and hide it in fear of thieves at night turning over the box and finding it is very valuable. Just take it , In short, I am afraid that burglars will break into the house at night.

Jiang Feng couldn't wait to sleep with these two cans of tea.

Although he is also a person who has seen the world, and still owes Professor Li hundreds of millions of dollars, it stands to reason that a mere two to three hundred thousand tea leaves should not be so worrying.

But that's only in theory.

In essence, Jiang Feng was still a pauper who didn't have enough private money to buy tea and had to go to the capitalist's mother for money.

Don't ask him why the boss behind the majestic Taifeng Building is so poor, but it is too expensive to raise apprentices.

Worried and afraid that Jiang Feng didn't sleep well all night, he got up the next day after breakfast and went straight to the gift wrapping shop he had visited before. In fact, this store is not a gift packaging store, it just has this business. It was recommended by Zhang Guanghang to Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng buys small gifts for Wu Minqi on weekdays - small things like hats, lipsticks, etc., will come to this store Ask the clerk to repack.

A hat of 20 yuan can pack the feeling of 2000 yuan.

Of course, Jiang Feng could swear that he never bought a 20 yuan hat for Wu Minqi, he only bought a 39 yuan T-shirt from Uniqlo for Wu Minqi - he bought one for everyone in the back kitchen of Taifeng Building.

The boss's concern for employees is usually so simple and unpretentious.

Since Jiang Feng had to skip work at night to eat a big meal, all the pure meat wontons were sold at noon, and the whole lobby cried into tears, making some new diners cry dumbfounded. In the past, three bowls of wontons could only cry for a dozen people at most, but now they can cry for thirty people at a time, so the power is naturally not the same.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Feng, Wu Minqi, Ji Xia and Sun Maocai set off from Taifeng Tower to Yonghe Residence.

Hearing that she could go to a banquet, Ji Xia was very excited throughout the whole process, Jiang Feng felt that she might automatically bring this banquet into the wedding banquet that she had in the countryside. Jiang Feng didn't waste much time explaining to Ji Xia, anyway, he took her there to learn more, so it's fine to eat when the time comes.

Sun Maocai borrowed Zhang Guanghang's Bentley and went all the way smoothly. When he arrived at the underground parking lot near Yongheju, he happened to run into Han Guishan's family of three who drove a Land Rover. Jiang Feng hadn't seen Han Youxin for more than a year. Although Han Youxin had come to Taifeng Tower for dinner a lot this year, Jiang Feng had never seen him once.

Children grow fast, especially elementary school students of Han Youxin's age. They grow up like bamboo shoots, and they can't even be pressed. In just one year, the little radish has grown into a big radish, and she has lost a lot of weight. She is not as chubby as before, and her eyes are bigger.

"Boss Han, what a coincidence." Jiang Feng smiled and nodded at Wang Jing and Han Youxin.

Wang Jing also smiled and nodded to Jiang Feng. Han Youxin hesitated for a moment, but finally took a step forward and said hello, Brother Jiang Feng.

"It's been a year since I've grown so much taller that I almost didn't recognize it." Jiang Feng said with a smile.

"Children grow up fast." Wang Jing echoed with a smile.

The two groups of people they met walked towards Yongheju together, and Han Youxin walked slowly and fell behind. Han Guishan had done enough homework in the past two days and knew that he was lucky to be able to eat this meal today. Now I feel like I have smelled the fragrance of vegetables before arriving at Yongheju, and I forgot about my son completely and walked quickly. If Wang Jing still remembered his son, I would be afraid that Han Youxin would be left in the parking lot to find the police uncle.

Wang Jing held Han Youxin's hand and shook her head helplessly. She felt that her husband was not a good person before. When he was young, he did business and ate at many good restaurants, but he did not see him like this. I don't know what happened in the past two years, and I started to move closer to Xu Cheng. Every day besides going to work, I just think about what to eat, which is really confusing.

Jiang Feng also walked behind. Seeing Han Youxin secretly looking at him, he smiled and said, "Han Youxin, do you still remember me?"

"Remember." Han Youxin said loudly, mustering up his courage, "Brother Jiang Feng, the vegetable dumplings you made are really unpalatable!"

Jiang Feng: ...

Wu Minqi: Pfft.

Wang Jing patted Han Youxin on the head lightly: "Youxin, what are you talking about? It's rude!"

"But the chickpeas you made are delicious." Han Youxin added, his eyes brightened a lot, "Brother Jiang Feng, stop making vegetable dumplings and make chickpeas. I will eat them every day!"

Jiang Feng: ...

You can't tell me this, you have to tell your dad, now no one except your dad orders pickled vegetable dumplings.

Jiang Feng could only smile and said, "Then next time you come to Taifeng Tower to eat chickpeas."

Because of the delay in talking to Han Youxin, when Jiang Feng arrived, almost everyone was there, including all the family members he could bring.

There are four on Jiang Feng's side, three members of Han Guishan's family, Xu Cheng and Zhou Shi have no one to take with them, and Tao Shu who came alone is probably too embarrassed to bring his family. Lu Sheng brought his parents, wife and two children with him. There are also 17 people in Peng Changping.

Everyone works hard, everyone eats more and should be able to finish the twenty-seven dishes. After all, Boss Han can support two with one, and can support three with one if necessary.

Jiang Feng counted, and there were eighteen pairs of bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Who is the other one?

Peng Changping should still be busy in the kitchen. On Zhou Shi’s left are two vacant seats, on the right is the pottery book with a stiff face that looks like a husky strayed into a pack of wolves, Jiang Feng’s four are in Han Guishan’s family of three and Lu Sheng’s family of five middle.

Jiang Feng thought for a while, and made it to Lu Sheng's side.

Lu Sheng was persuading his eldest daughter, who was still in high school, to give up literature and focus on science, and his younger son, who was in elementary school and looked about the same age as Han Youxin, was also listening with a confused expression.

"Boss Lu." Jiang Feng called out in a low voice, interrupting Lu Sheng's long speech. Lu Sheng's eldest daughter gave Jiang Feng a grateful look and pulled his younger brother away.

"Huh?" Lu Sheng turned his head, not noticing that his daughter had flashed away and left.

"Who is the other person?" Jiang Feng asked curiously.

"There's another one?" Lu Sheng was still immersed in the thinking of studying literature and did not turn around. After speaking, he suddenly realized, "It's Master Peng's friend."

"Yesterday, the statistics found that there were only 17 people, which is unlucky, so Master Peng called a friend to make up 18 people, which is auspicious." Lu Sheng said.

"Master Peng still has friends in China." Jiang Feng was a little surprised. He had never seen Peng Changping seek out any old friends during those days when he was studying cooking in Yongheju. Peng Changping usually had afternoon tea with those who were fixed in Yongheju. The old man drinks tea.

"I didn't know it before. It might be a nephew of a friend. I wasn't there when Master Peng called. He told me last night to prepare dishes for 18 people." Lu Sheng said.

Jiang Feng nodded to express his understanding, and began to chat with Lu Sheng about some things in the restaurant.

Not many people know about Chef Arnold's escape, but it is obvious to all that the restaurant on the top floor has had poor sales during this period. The sales of the restaurant on the top floor are not good, and the sales of other restaurants have increased accordingly, especially Babaozhai and Taifeng Building. Ling Guangzhao has started to send red envelopes in the WeChat group again, which shows that the business has indeed picked up.

Jiang Feng was chatting with Lu Sheng when the box suddenly fell silent. Jiang Feng looked up to the opposite side, and found that Tao Shu had a ghostly expression on his face, and his whole body was shaking to a degree visible to the naked eye.

Zhou Shi beside Tao Shu looked confused.

Then Jiang Feng discovered that Han Guishan and Xu Cheng also had the expression of seeing a ghost. Jiang Feng was about to ask you who you saw with this expression. Just as he was about to talk to Lu Sheng, he found that Lu Sheng also had the same expression of seeing a ghost. expression.

Everyone looks at the same place.

Jiang Feng finally realized that they might have really seen a ghost.

Jiang Feng turned his head.

He also had a ghostly expression on his face.

This is really hell.

Jiang Feng thought to himself.

There is a strong man at the door.

That strong man was none other than Chef Arnold, whom everyone thought had run away.

Jiang Feng turned his head to look at Lu Sheng with difficulty: "Friend?"

Lu Sheng showed a smile uglier than crying: "How would I know..."

"Master Peng is so..."

"To make up the number of people!"