Life is a Game

When Li Cuihua's family came to Jiang's house with chickens, Jiang's family was having dinner.

It's so simple, it could even be called a humble dinner.

Because grandma Jiang wanted to eat something sweet years ago, everyone could not eat meat porridge and could only eat eight-treasure porridge. Two days ago, everyone could have some fried porridge. Today, the three chefs in the family, Jiang Feng, Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo, were all keeping the broth in the back kitchen. They didn't even have fried rice, so Jiang Feng deliberately fried a pot of vegetables for everyone At the end of the day, even the pickles were bought by Grandma Jiang in town two days ago.

Those who eat this during the Chinese New Year, those who don’t know, think that the Jiang family has gone bankrupt.

This is what Li Cuihua saw when she grabbed the chicken and walked into Jiang's yard.

Everyone sat in the yard, each with a large bowl, eight-treasure porridge in the bowl, some diced pickles sprinkled on the porridge, ordinary pickles on the chopsticks, a small wooden table was set up near the door, and on the small wooden table was Half a pot of green vegetables and a few dishes of pickles.

How miserable it is, how miserable it is, how miserable it is.

Seeing this situation, Li Cuihua felt a song in her heart.

"Holding the steamed corn bread in my hand, there is not a drop of oil in the dish..."

Of course, this is just what Li Cuihua saw. In fact, everyone in the Jiang family ate very deliciously, and they kept snoring, bowl after bowl. Comrade Jiang Jiankang, a lover of sweets, is now drinking his fourth bowl of eight-treasure porridge.

Porridge King's porridge is not comparable to ordinary porridge.

The most important thing is that although there is no meat in the porridge, there is in the air! Smelling the delicious broth, drinking the sweet rice pudding that warms my heart, and eating pickles that are tasteless but lack something.

Midi is very.

"Cuihua, why are you here?" Grandma Jiang was old and had a small appetite. She had already finished her porridge and was wandering around in the yard. She was a little surprised to see Li Cuihua brought Zhao Liang here, "Why did you bring a chicken? Shouldn't it?" It could be that you can’t even kill a chicken now, so get it to my house and kill it.”

Li Cuihua stuffed the chicken in front of Grandma Jiang, and said angrily: "I knew your dog couldn't spit ivory. It's not that you haven't lived in the village for the past two years, and you didn't raise chickens at home. I don't think it was the past two days." I was in a hurry to buy chickens, so I kindly sent you a chicken."

Grandma Jiang didn't believe Li Cuihua's nonsense. The two of them were plastic sisters. They spent so many years doing equal exchange, and they never got paid for nothing.

Grandma Jiang was about to open her mouth when Grandpa Zhao Liang came with Zhao Liang's father grabbing the chicken, followed by Zhao Liang's mother, who didn't grab the chicken but carried a bag of melon seeds.

Grandma Jiang:?

how? What day is today? The neighbors collectively send warmth?

When the Zhao family came home, they were disappointed to find that everyone was just eating porridge, but they still had to perform the show. After some politeness, Grandma Jiang accepted two fat old hens and a catty of melon seeds.

Just when the Zhao family was about to go home for dinner, Grandma Jiang finally realized her conscience and greeted enthusiastically: "By the way, have you eaten yet? Xiaofeng cooked two big pots of porridge today. There should be some more in the kitchen. Don't you want to stay and eat together?"

Li Cuihua thought, do I care about your eight-treasure porridge? Who doesn't have it. What she wanted to taste was the chicken soup that was simmering in the kitchen without knowing what it was.

Li Cuihua was about to refuse to go home for dinner, but Zhao Liang turned his back on the spot and agreed directly: "Thank you, Grandma Jiang, our family went shopping for New Year's goods this afternoon, and just got home, and my grandma hasn't cooked yet."

Li Cuihua:?

"It's a shame that you had the nerve to tell me about it two days ago. Tomorrow it will be 30 years old and you only bought new year's goods today. No wonder there is no food tonight." Grandma Jiang said helplessly, as she went into the kitchen to ladle porridge for Li Cuihua's family.

Two minutes later, Li Cuihua's family merged into Jiang's family, sat around the green vegetables, and drank porridge loudly, louder than Jiang's family.

"Grandma, it's also eight-treasure porridge. Why is Grandma Jiang's cooking completely different from ours?" Zhao Liang made a sound of wanting to reincarnate after eating a bowl of porridge.

Li Cuihua glanced at her grandson, and felt for the first time that the Jiang family next door taught the child the right theory, the child could not be successful without hitting, look at this little bastard, he really didn't hit much when he was young, and now he dares to say such nonsense.

"Your Grandma Jiang's grandson can cook porridge, and I have a grandson too. Why haven't I seen porridge?"

Zhao Liang: ...

Zhao Liang's father snorted and drank the porridge, secretly rejoicing that he was his son.

While drinking, Jiang Feng came out of the kitchen.

Jiang Feng, Jiang Weiming, and Jiang Weiguo had been busy in the kitchen all day today. They got up early in the morning to make high soup and clear soup. Now that the high soup and clear soup were basically finished, they only needed the finishing touches, so they began to process the ingredients and side dishes that needed to be processed a day in advance. Although Jiang Feng was not very good at cooking pork dishes, it was unreasonable that the Jiang family's New Year's Eve dinner did not have many pork dishes.

After weighing the dishes he was good at, Jiang Feng decided to only make pork dishes with crab powder lion head and braised pork with preserved vegetables. The pork with preserved vegetables needs to use high-quality pork belly. When he was free, Jiang Feng fried some lard residue by the way.

The three chefs divided half of the bowls in the kitchen, and the remaining half of the bowl of Jiang Feng was taken out as a side dish for the Jiang family who were drinking porridge. As soon as they came out of the kitchen with the bowl in hand, they bumped into Jiang Jiankang who was about to go in for the fifth bowl of porridge.

"Dad, you want another bowl, don't you? It's just right, I'll pour you some freshly fried lard residue here." After talking, Jiang Feng poured Jiang Jiankang a half bowl of lard residue, and Jiang Jiankang chewed it with a smile He walked into the kitchen with lard dregs.

Zhao Liang's father stared straight at him, and shed tears of envy in his heart.

Why is Jiankang's life so good? It's nothing more than him knowing how to reincarnate, but better than him knowing how to give birth.

It is enviable to have a good father since childhood, and now there is a good son.

"Liangliang." Zhao Liang's father looked at Zhao Liang and sighed.

Zhao Liang:? ? ?

After Zhao's family returned home, they lingered on the porridge for several hours, until they went to bed at night and would occasionally smack it in their mouths, as if they were reminiscing the taste of the bowl of eight-treasure porridge.

This aftertaste lasted until Jiang's kitchen turned off, and all the processed ingredients were put in the refrigerator to refrigerate, and it was over when they could not smell the smell.

The Zhao family can also fall asleep peacefully, continue to drink eight-treasure porridge in their dreams at night, and imagine the soup that they still don’t know what it is, but it must smell delicious.

Early in the morning of the second day, Zhao Liang was awakened by the smell of food.

It’s not the broth that I smelt all day yesterday, but it’s more fragrant, delicious, and more tangible than the broth, and I can even smell the aroma of what kind of food I’m cooking.

It tastes like chicken stock, but it's not just chicken stock.

Zhao Liang didn't even change his clothes. He jumped up from the bed in his thermal underwear and went straight to the kitchen with a look of anticipation.

"Grandma, are you stewing..." Zhao Liang ran into the kitchen and found that Li Cuihua was still killing chickens with a displeased face.

Today the smell is still coming from next door, not from my own kitchen.

"Wear clothes, run around early in the morning without clothes, nothing is afraid of catching a cold."

"oh."

Just as Zhao Liang went back to the house and got dressed and was about to wash his face and brush his teeth, he heard someone knocking on the door. He opened the door quickly and found that it was Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng was holding a small soup bowl in his hand, which was covered with a lid.

"Oh, Zhao Liang, you actually woke up. You woke up early enough. I thought you must be sleeping." Jiang Feng was a little surprised when he saw that it was Zhao Liang who opened the door.

Zhao Liang didn't have the nerve to tell him that he woke up from the smell, scratched his head, and turned sideways to signal Jiang Feng to come in: "I just woke up, my parents didn't wake up, and my grandma was still killing chickens and didn't make breakfast yet."

"Our family is also eating breakfast. It's the first time I'm in charge of the New Year's meal. I didn't control the amount and cooked too much. I thought your family should have brought some before eating." Jiang Feng put the soup bowl on the table, " This is chickpea pudding, it can't be eaten as a meal, you'd better let your grandma cook the noodles, cook more or it won't be enough."

In fact, it wasn't that Jiang Feng was doing too much, how could there be too much chickpeas, what to say, Jiang Jiankang's stomach was the first to refuse.

At the beginning, Jiang Feng planned to use chickpeas as a dish on the New Year's Eve dinner, but after counting the dishes, he found that 19 dishes were not as auspicious as eighteen dishes, and cold dishes were not easy to remove. Move the chickpeas to morning.

Chickpeas with tomato and egg noodles, give you a different breakfast experience.

As for the extra half bowl, Jiang Feng did not control the amount properly, and there was so much more after one bowl per person. It could have been divided equally. Grandma Jiang remembered that Li Cuihua and his family brought two hens yesterday, and felt that exchanging a few bowls of porridge for two plump hens that had been raised for a whole year was not in line with the equality of their plastic sisters for so many years. According to the law, Jiang Feng asked Jiang Feng to take the remaining chickpeas to the next door, so that the next door often had the Jiang family's New Year's Eve breakfast.

"Does your family eat bean curd early in the morning? Are you full?" Zhao Liang, like many ordinary people in City Z, didn't know what chick bean curd was, thinking it was bean curd.

"There's also tomato and egg noodles. I'm in charge of the New Year's Eve dinner today, so I won't chat with you for a long time. Remember to bring the soup bowl back later, we don't have enough bowls." Jiang Feng left the chickpeas and prepared to leave .

"Okay, do you want me to bring you two more bowls when I deliver it? We have quite a lot of bowls." Zhao Liang felt that the only thing their kitchen could do was to have more bowls.

"Okay, bring me two larger ones, preferably like basins, if there are many plates, bring them all." Jiang Feng nodded.

"Wow, how many dishes are you going to cook for Chinese New Year?"

"18 dishes, you know our family's New Year's Eve dinner, divided into two tables, it is 36 dishes."

"Wow." Zhao Liang could only say wow.

After Jiang Feng left, Li Cuihua came out of the kitchen and saw that there was an extra soup bowl on the table, only then did she realize that someone had just arrived at home.

"Did someone come here just now? I heard something outside and thought it was your parents who got up. Who brought this?" Li Cuihua pointed at the soup bowl.

"Jiang Feng sent it over just now, saying that it was the bean curd that their family made extra in the morning, and brought it for us to taste." Zhao Liang explained, "Also, Jiang Feng's family is short of pots and plates this year. Grandma, you will tell me which plates later. It’s not needed, so I’ll bring it to them along with this soup bowl.”

"Isn't everything in the cabinet unusable, you can just take a few." Li Cuihua didn't care, and went to the soup bowl to lift the lid to have a look, "What do you want to eat in the morning? Do you have some porridge? Are the noodles bad? Or is it because Beiping actually eats tofu pudding in the morning, and they have gotten used to it in the past two years.”

flip cover.

The fragrance is overflowing.

It was the smell that woke Zhao Liangxiang up in the morning.

Zhao Liang and Li Cuihua were stunned.

Because in their view, this soup bowl is just a bowl of ordinary bean curd without sugar. But the smell emanating from this bowl is clearly telling them that this is definitely not an ordinary bowl of bean curd.

"Liangliang, what did you say Xiaofeng brought?" Li Cuihua began to doubt life.

"Dou... Douhua?" Zhao Liang was not sure.

Li Cuihua pointed to the chickpea curd in the soup bowl, took a deep breath, and let out another long breath.

"You call this bean curd?"