Life is a Game

Later, Comrades Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian came back in high spirits. Just by looking at it, you can tell that the negotiation with the owner of the farm is over.

"That pig is simply fat and strong. It should be thin where it should be lean, and where it should be fat it should be fat. I remember the two pig hind legs." Jiang Jiankang obviously couldn't forget the pig he saw today.

Wang Xiulian nodded in agreement: "Yes, send one back for Dad to make ham, and chop up the other to make elbows."

Between the words, the two arranged the two legs of a pig clearly.

"Boss Qian really knows how to raise pigs!" Jiang Jiankang clicked his tongue, eager to share today's results. Jiang Feng was cleaning the back kitchen in the kitchen, and Ji Yue was the only one outside, so Jiang Jiankang caught Ji Yue, clicked on his mobile phone album and shared the photos he took today with her.

"Xiao Ji, look at this flowered pig. It looks like it eats well, sleeps well and is active. The meat must be firm, and it must be very suitable for making fried pork. And this sow, that fat , and this one, it will be slaughtered tomorrow morning, I ordered its two hind legs, this one..." Jiang Jiankang kept swiping the screen of his phone to show the pig he was looking at today.

Ji Yue: ...

She can't tell anything except that these are fat pigs waiting to be slaughtered, who can't tell whether they are happy or sad...

"Okay, okay, what are you looking at, my son is still cleaning the kitchen and you are still here watching the pigs, why don't you help?" Seeing Jiang Jiankang sitting in the lobby fishing, Comrade Wang Xiulian slapped the counter dissatisfied. A flick.

Seeing that the turnover was obviously not as good as yesterday's, Wang Xiulian couldn't help raising her voice: "Have you paid off your debts? You owe so much money to your second brother and you are still lazy here. You still want your son to pay back the money you owe!"

Jiang Jiankang slipped into the kitchen disheartened.

In fact, Jiang Feng had already cleaned up the back kitchen, and was making pure meat wontons according to the recipe given by the game.

Although this was destined to be an unpalatable bowl of wontons, Jiang Feng just wanted to taste what it would taste like.

In particular, I want to know what is the most bitter memory of my youth.

The wonton had been boiled in the pot for ten minutes. Jiang Feng reckoned that it should be cooked no matter how thick the skin was. No, it should be boiled.

Wang Shitou's culinary skills are really not ordinary. If it weren't for the working people in the Republic of China who lacked food and clothing and had no pursuit of taste, Jiang Feng suspected that his wonton stall would not last a week.

"You child, the wontons are about to be boiled by you, so hurry up and scoop them up." As soon as Jiang Jiankang came in, he saw the wontons rolling with the wonton soup in the pot, and quickly used the colander to put the wontons that had been separated from the flesh into the bowl. inside.

Jiang Feng dripped two drops of sesame oil into the bowl.

Jiang Jiankang tried to add a few pieces of seaweed and a handful of dried shrimps to it, but Jiang Feng severely refused.

Jiang Feng was waiting for the wontons to cool slightly.

Jiang Jiankang stared at the wontons in the bowl and swallowed.

Today, he and Wang Xiulian went out early in the morning in order to negotiate the price with Boss Qian of the farm. From morning to now, he has eaten three bowls of shredded pork noodles made by himself, all before leaving the house in the morning. Eat, already digested.

Although the wontons in the bowl were overcooked with only two drops of sesame oil and didn't smell very delicious, it was meat after all.

Jiang Jiankang is a carnivore.

"Son, did you make this wonton today?" Jiang Jiankang asked knowingly.

Jiang Feng nodded: "I packed these according to the tutorial on the Internet, and I cooked them all at once."

"Dad try it for you."

Jiang Jiankang's hands moved as fast as he spoke, and as soon as he finished speaking, three wontons fell into his mouth.

It's unpalatable!

Jiang Jiankang didn't expect his son to make such unpalatable wontons.

But in the next second, he was in no mood to think about it.

He suddenly remembered when he was twenty years old.

That year, the state-run restaurant he had worked for for six years went bankrupt.

He worked for Jiang Weiguo in the state-run restaurant since he was a child, and replaced him as the chef at the age of 14. At the age of 19, he married Wang Xiulian, who was a female worker in a textile factory at the time. Before the age of 20, he thought that he would work in the state-run restaurant for the rest of his life like his father. Until the son comes to accept.

What awaited him was laid-off and compensation of only 600 yuan.

Six months later, Wang Xiulian was also laid off.

The couple borrowed all their relatives and friends, pooled tens of thousands of dollars, and opened a healthy snack.

Jiang Jiankang remembered that business was not good at that time, and he couldn't sleep all night because of his worries. In order to save money, Wang Xiulian went to the vegetable market to pick up discarded vegetable leaves that were trampled and fried by others. They sell fried carrots at noon, and they eat fried carrot skins at night.

Because the money borrowed from her father-in-law, mother-in-law and elder brother-in-law has not been repaid, Wang Xiulian dare not go back to her natal home to pay New Year's greetings during the Chinese New Year.

Thinking about it, Jiang Jiankang crouched on the ground and wept.

"What's the matter, what's the matter, what's going on? Xiaofeng, why did your dad cry all of a sudden?" Wang Xiulian put down the calculator and rushed into the kitchen when she heard the crying, followed by Ji Yue.

"Xiulian, Xiulian, I'm sorry for you. I'm useless for making you feel wronged and suffer with me!" Jiang Jiankang cried while hugging Wang Xiulian.

Wang Xiulian was hugged by him with a dazed expression.

"What's wrong with your dad?"

Wang Xiulian wondered if it was because she kept talking to him every day that her family owed her second brother the money she owed her, which caused Jiang Jiankang to suddenly collapse under too much pressure.

"Dad, he took a bite of wonton." Jiang Feng was also a little dazed.

Comrade Jiang Jiankang's most bitter memory when he was young must be so bitter to cry like this!

"Wontons?" Wang Xiulian looked at the wontons on the table, obviously wondering how she could eat like this after just one bite of wontons.

"Jiankang, I'm just talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart. I haven't been wronged since I didn't suffer. Don't cry, don't cry." Wang Xiulian patted Jiang Jiankang on the back like a child.

Coaxing and coaxing, Wang Xiulian was also a little dry.

Picking up the bowl on the table, Wang Xiulian drank a big gulp of wonton soup, and because the wonton was overcooked, she drank a piece of wonton wrapper together.

Who made the wontons, it's really unpalatable!

Wang Xiulian opened her eyes wide, and the next second, her eyes were filled with tears.

The couple hugged each other and cried together.

Jiang Feng and Ji Yue were completely stunned.

Jiang Feng picked up the wonton on the table and silently poured it into the swill bucket.

Scourge, scourge!

"Sister, you go back first, I...I'll talk to my parents."

"Ah, okay, oh." Ji Yue replied in a daze, and it took a while to realize that she could get off work.

After Ji Yue left, Jiang Feng tried his best to stabilize Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian.

The next day, the two explained exactly the previous night.

Wontons are so unpalatable, I'm crying!