Life is a Game

My name is Jiang Zaide, I'm a designer, I'm in my 30s, I don't have much hair, I'm married and have children, the most worth boasting to others is not my annual salary, nor my college entrance examination results, but my younger brother—— Jiang Feng.

Speaking of my younger brother Jiang Feng, everyone must be familiar with him. He is the main chef of Taifeng, and the number one celebrity chef (here I want to regret the death of Mr. Peng, but my younger brother really deserves the first place) 1), the glory of the Jiang family, my canteen master...

Sorry to say too much.

My biggest dream in the past was to work hard, save money, and strive to live in the opposite door to my younger brother, so that I could go to my younger brother’s house every day to have a meal, and live a happy life without worrying about food and clothing.

Who would have thought that this dream would come true when my younger brother got married a few years ago. Professor Li (actually I should be called my uncle and grandfather) gave my younger brother a courtyard house as a wedding present.

Although the younger brother said later that he could not accept such an expensive wedding gift, he bought it from Professor Li and issued an IOU. Our family moved in ahead of time and became neighbors with Professor Li. (And the arrears have not yet been repaid, after all, one billion is too much)

Of course, these are digressions that are not worth mentioning. The point is that since then, I can drink hot porridge cooked by my younger brother every morning.

It’s not that I’m saying that my congee cooking skills are far superior to other dishes he cooks. Even Jiang’s ginseng soup, which is praised by some diners, is nothing more than porridge with sea cucumber in my opinion.

Having said so much, you may not know what I want to tell you. Today I just want to tell you that my position in my heart is absolutely extraordinary, He Shoucheng, Xiaoran, Junqing, and Junlian. It is not a level.

It all started on the morning of the New Year's Eve in the first year we lived in Peking after we moved into the courtyard.

My little piggy hadn’t been born that year, so I didn’t have to worry about whether the little piggy didn’t grab the food to help him pick up the food during the New Year’s Eve dinner, and Yueru wouldn’t blame me for only caring about my own food and ignoring my son .

It’s not me who said that my little brother has so many dishes on the handicraft table, even if he closes his eyes, he can eat enough. How can my son of Jiang Zaide not be able to grab food at the Jiang family’s New Year’s Eve dinner table? What a shame!

There are too many digressions, let's get down to business.

Everything starts in the morning of thirty.

As one of the people in the family who knows my brother’s schedule best, I specially set the alarm clock at 6 o’clock that morning, because I knew that my brother would definitely get up before 6 o’clock in order to be busy with the New Year’s Eve dinner.

As long as I can get up on time at 6 o'clock with Yueru on my back to help my younger brother prepare breakfast together, I will definitely be able to eat the small stove specially prepared by my younger brother.

Don't ask me why I did this behind Yueru's back, Xiaozao really doesn't have enough food for two people.

I vaguely remember that it was very cold in Peking that day.

When I walked out of the room in my pajamas, left the living room and walked to the atrium, I was almost sneezed by the cold wind and woke up Junlian in the next room. Fortunately I held back, otherwise Junlian would have woken up.

When I tiptoed to the kitchen, my brother was already cooking porridge as expected.

I can smell the smell of meat from the pot. The little brother cooks his best porridge with preserved egg and lean pork.

My younger brother always cooks porridge with preserved egg and lean meat in the morning. A large pot of porridge is put on the stove and boiled on high heat, and it only takes a few tens of minutes to cook. Put it in a large bowl, the rice grains in the bowl are full and sticky, the preserved eggs are finely chopped, and the lean meat is long. When I drink it, I like to sprinkle some green onion for decoration.

With one bite, the porridge with preserved egg and lean meat wrapped in rice fragrance will slide hot from the esophagus into the stomach. At this time, it will be served with two deep-fried dough sticks, a bowl of beef noodles and two poached eggs. bowl.

When I went in, the porridge was not ready yet, and my younger brother was making noodles.

It’s not that I said, the pasta made by my younger brother is really mediocre.

The younger brother was obviously a little surprised when I came in: "Brother De, why did you get up so early today, and the preserved egg and lean pork porridge will take 20 minutes to come out of the pot."

I chuckled: "I couldn't sleep, I thought you must be busy in the kitchen, little brother, so I thought of coming over to help you."

The younger brother seemed very moved: "Great, I haven't prepared the stuffing for making dumplings today, Brother De, if you are free, please help me cut the shredded radish."

Although my knife skills are not very good, it is more than enough to cut some shredded radish for making dumplings.

I followed my younger brother's instructions and conscientiously chopped the radish. I swear, I was concentrating on cutting the radish for the first 10 minutes, until I found that my younger brother was frying the sauce next to me.

"Little brother, are we eating porridge with preserved egg and lean pork and noodles with fried sauce this morning?" I asked.

"That's right." The younger brother nodded, "Brother De, if you want to eat other toppings, there is still a piece of braised beef in the refrigerator that I can make beef noodles for you, kimchi made by Qiqi and mother Jiyue's. There are still a lot of pickles left, you can eat them with porridge."

I was overjoyed, thinking that my younger brother really loves me, and he didn’t keep the only piece of marinated beef left in the refrigerator for himself but for me.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help being moved so much that my eye sockets were moist, and I sped up the speed of shredded radish, determined to make my brother feel that the braised beef he gave me today is worth the money.

Because I want to eat beef noodles, my brother took the stewed beef out of the refrigerator and warmed it up while frying the sauce, sliced ​​it into thin slices, each slice of beef was evenly thick, and I could see the distribution of shredded meat on the beef two meters away .

The little brother gave me a whole piece of beef, and he didn't hide anything. Not only that, he also deliberately poured a spoonful of the soup that he had prepared yesterday for tonight's cooking on the noodles. The taste reminds me of the broth dishes I eat every New Year's Eve. This beef noodle with broth seems to be a warm-up for tonight's New Year's Eve dinner.

Although it is not the first time to smell or eat noodles poured with high soup, every time I smell the delicious chicken soup, I can't help but drool.

No matter how many times you have eaten the little brother's handicraft, it still feels like it is the first time.

Sure enough, the early bird gets the worm, and the hardworking brother gets the meat!

I ate the whole bowl of beef noodles covered with beef and covered with an egg in one go. After eating, I still wanted to eat another bowl of fried noodles. However, the fried sauce is still not fried in the pot, and the preserved egg and lean pork porridge is still not cooked in the pot.

I recollected the beef just now, and I only felt that the beef was marinated a bit out of standard, either it was not tasty, or I felt that such beef should not be marinated with my younger brother's skill.

Maybe it’s because it’s been marinated in advance and stored in the refrigerator for a long time, and there’s only one piece left. It’s kind of firewood, and the taste is not as good as the beef dishes my brother used to make.

But this is a small stove that my younger brother specially prepared for me. This kind of heart alone is not comparable to the beef dishes that I eat on weekdays.

Sure enough, I am the most important brother in my heart.

It took another ten minutes to cut the shredded radish, and I finished cutting everything that could be cut. My brother was very happy to see that I cut so much and so quickly.

"Brother De, it will take some time for fried sauce and preserved egg and lean meat porridge. I used the largest pot today, and the porridge will take a lot longer than usual. There is no heating in this kitchen. You are still wearing pajamas and it is so cold today." , It snowed last night. Why don't you go back to your room to rest and come back for breakfast in half an hour. "

Under the urging of my younger brother's concern, I went back to the room and quietly played with the phone without disturbing Yueru.

After about half an hour, I woke up Yueru and asked her to get up for breakfast, and went to the kitchen first.

When they arrived at the kitchen, Jun Qing and Jun Lian were already squatting on the ground with their bowls in their hands, eating noodles with fried sauce. I saw an empty bowl next to the stove, and someone must have finished eating and left.

The kitchen is filled with the smell of preserved egg and lean pork porridge and noodles with fried sauce. The smell of the beef noodles I ate before has completely dissipated. Presumably no one will know that I have secretly eaten beef noodles behind their backs.

"Brother De, you got up quite early, but Brother Cheng got up earlier than you. Brother Cheng has already finished eating and returned to the room." Jun Lian told me that my second brother had already finished breakfast while eating noodles. information.

"Oh, really? Then he got up quite early, I thought I got up early enough today." I pretended to be stupid.

Junlian didn't doubt that he was there, so she continued to eat noodles.

I glanced at the pot next to the chopping board, and found that the little brother had chopped the minced meat at some point.

"Brother De, if you want to eat noodles, cook it yourself. The fried sauce is in a bowl. Carrots, cucumbers, and celery are placed in the bowl next to the fried sauce. I covered it with a lid. If you want to eat, add it yourself."

"Okay." After I finished speaking, I went to order myself a bowl of noodles, scooped up a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and drank it.

"Brother De, the fried sauce I made today is very delicious, you can add a little more when you eat it, the salty ones are also delicious!" Jun Qing raised his head and said.

I nodded perfunctorily, thinking that you didn't eat the beef noodles my brother made today.

Although it is not that delicious, but this is specially made for me by my younger brother.

specialized!