Life is a Game

Spicy is pain. As we all know, pain is an unpleasant feeling produced by human brain tissue on damage to body tissue or stimulation that may cause body tissue loss.

He didn't start to feel the smell of bean sprouts until his brain stopped sending pain to Jiang Feng.

If you ignore the spiciness, this boiled fish is quite good with just bean sprouts.

Jiang Feng wiped away the tears that had just come out from the heat, and grabbed a piece of fish fillet like a strong man breaking his wrist.

The thickness of the fish fillet is moderate, if it is too thin, it will break easily when boiled, and if it is too thick, it will not be easy to taste. The meat quality of wild grass carp is more tender than that of artificially raised ones. The meat is fatty and tender.

It was still very spicy, not only spicy but also numbing. Jiang Feng seldom ate such a strong dish. Even though he had the bean sprouts as a foreshadowing, tears still came out uncontrollably.

Jiang Feng skillfully took out a piece of paper to wipe away his tears, and took another piece of fish.

It is not easy for a wild grass carp to grow to thirteen catties. It can live safely until it is caught in the prime of life, and then bought back by master Chen who is a good cook. It is fate to make this boiled fish. .

Grass carp has worked so hard to make itself the most tender and plump, and Master Chen has also rewarded its hard work with his own cooking skills. The fish fillets are all sliced ​​according to the texture of the fish meat, with proper ingredients, proper marinating, and proper heat. Jiang Feng naturally cherishes such a rare boiled fish.

If you can't eat spicy food, you have to eat two more bites!

Jiang Feng was like this, one mouthful of rice and one mouthful of fish, and soon three bowls of rice went down, and he couldn't hold on.

Jiang Feng could only look at the fish and sigh, and watched Wu Minqi eat happily.

"Are you full?" Wu Minqi was still able to draw out her mouth to talk to Jiang Feng, and looked at the fish bones next to Jiang Feng's bowl, "You don't seem to have eaten a few pieces of fish?"

"I ate three bowls of rice," Jiang Feng said.

"Spicy rabbit head, each of us has one, you eat first!" Wu Minqi said.

Jiang Feng shook his head quickly. The boiled fish was just boiled, and the spicy rabbit head was stewed. The hot pepper and dried chili were used. The spiciness must have penetrated into every corner of the rabbit head. No matter how delicious it was, Jiang Feng would not dare to eat it.

He still doesn't have Liu Qian's spirit of risking his life for delicious food.

Jiang Feng felt that his mouth was a little swollen now, and if he ate another rabbit's head, his mouth would definitely turn into a sausage mouth.

That scene was beyond imagination.

As a native of Sichuan, Wu Minqi is not afraid of spicy food or numbness. If she doesn't enjoy eating the boiled fish, she even scoops up the soup and rice. Just watching the red soup mixed with peppercorns poured on the rice, Jiang Feng inhales. But Wu Minqi enjoyed it.

Master Jiang was still explaining: "This girl likes to eat like this since she was a child, and she soaked it in a chili jar."

Jiang Feng: ...

The people of Shu can't be provoked, can't be provoked.

Wu Minqi focused on eating, so Jiang Feng came to find out about Jiang Weiming.

"Master Chen, I want to ask, did you know a chef named Jiang Weiming when you were working in a state-run restaurant?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Jiang Weiming? It turns out that there are several chefs surnamed Jiang who work in state-run restaurants, and some have retired long ago, but I don't remember any chef named Jiang Weiming." Master Chen said.

Did you change your name?

"Maybe he changed his name. He was still working in 1987. At that time, he was probably in his sixties. He was a little fat. He was good at making fish heads with chopped peppers, and he had a little beard." Jiang Feng looked at Master Chen expectantly.

Master Chen thought for a moment, then slowly said: "I have a little impression of what you said, but his name is Jiang Yuanchao."

Very good, a name with new Chinese characteristics.

"The state-run restaurant he worked in closed down in 1993, and he moved away after that. I heard that he seems to have moved to County Y. After so many years, I don't know exactly what happened." Master Chen expressed helplessness.

Although the clues were broken, knowing that Jiang Weiming changed his name to Jiang Yuanchao was already a big breakthrough, as long as Jiang Feng wouldn't be in a blind spot looking for Jiang Weiming all over the world.

"Thank you, Master Chen, you have helped me a lot." Jiang Feng expressed his gratitude sincerely.

After waiting for more than ten minutes for Wu Minqi to finish eating, the two paid the bill together before leaving.

It was quite late, and Jiang Feng could still catch the last subway to his homestay. The two bid farewell at the subway station. Wu Minqi did not forget to promise Jiang Feng: "When I get back, I will ask my grandfather if he knows where Jiang Yuanchao lives."

But Jiang Feng felt that it was unlikely that Grandpa Wu Minqi would know.

The state-run Hotel 93 where Jiang Weiming worked closed down. After so many years, it was not convenient for everyone to communicate with each other.

After a day of driving in the car and eating boiled fish that was too spicy for his tongue at night, Jiang Feng was in a daze when he arrived at the B\u0026B. After a simple wash, he fell headlong on the bed and fell asleep unconsciously.

When Jiang Feng woke up the next day, it was already noon.

Turning on the phone, I saw the WeChat message sent by Wu Minqi before, and told him that her grandfather didn't know Jiang Yuanchao's current address, and comforted him a few words. The last message was "I'm going to the back kitchen now, and I may not be able to reply in time." ".

On the second day after returning home, he went straight to the back kitchen to help, and he didn't even make an appointment with his girlfriends to go shopping together and watch a movie to continue the plastic sisterhood or something. Jiang Feng could only lament that Wu Minqi was really a culinary madman.

There is a train from the provincial capital to county y, and it only takes ten minutes. Jiang Feng decided to go to county y to try his luck. In his impression, County Y is not very big, so if you look around and ask more people, you might find it.

However, Jiang Feng arrived in y county an hour later and found out that he thought y county was not big, and y county was not big in 1987.

Thirty years have passed, and County Y is no longer the small county it used to be. It has developed rapidly due to the convenience of being close to the provincial capital, and its scale is close to that of some third- and fourth-tier prefecture-level cities.

Jiang Feng left the train station in county y and bought a map. He was a little confused.

How to find this?

County y has several million permanent residents, and he knows just one name, and the probability of finding someone by chance is lower than winning the lottery.

Sometimes Wang Hao can win five or ten yuan when he buys scratch-offs.

Jiang Feng could only find it from the most crowded commercial street.

For a whole day, Jiang Feng asked shop by shop, "Do you know an old man named Jiang Yuanchao who should be in his 90s?", the number of wechat movement steps dominated the circle of friends, and he didn't receive any goods.

Jiang Feng felt like he was posting a missing person notice this day, but other people's missing person notices still had a photo anyway, and he had nothing but a name.

Finding Jiang Weiming was much more difficult than he imagined.

After a day of inquiries to no avail, Jiang Feng could only buy a train ticket for the provincial capital to return. He didn't expect that Jiang Weiming might leave the provincial capital at first, so he booked a five-day homestay. Fortunately, county y is close to the provincial capital, and it was easy to run back and forth. It doesn't take much time.

Back at the homestay, Jiang Feng calmed down and reorganized his thoughts.

According to today's method to find someone, let alone 5 days, 5 months may not be able to find someone.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Jiang Feng began to sort out the relationships he knew about Jiang Weiming.

Jiang Weiming worked as a chef in a state-run restaurant in the provincial capital in 1987. Han Guishan met him there, and the fish head with chopped peppers he ate was a special dish for him and his wife. Later, in 1993, the state-run restaurant...

Wait, Han Guishan and his wife's love dish.

Isn't his wife the waitress in the state-run hotel!

Jiang Feng had never met Han Guishan's wife, so he googled it just to be on the safe side. Sure enough, the photo Du Niang showed was the waitress of Jiang Weiming's state-run hotel, named Wang Jing. That's right, Jiang Feng still remembered that Jiang Weiming called her Jingjing.

It's right, it's all right!

Wang Jing and Jiang Weiming have worked together before, and they seem to have a good relationship. She must know Jiang Weiming's current address!

Jiang Feng wanted to slap himself. After working around for a whole day, he went around in a big circle and missed the most important information.

Excitedly opening WeChat, Jiang Feng organized his language, made up a plausible reason for a coincidence, and sent a WeChat message to Han Guishan asking if his wife knew Jiang Weiming's address.

After editing, send it.

Jiang Feng happily turned off the phone and went to sleep.