Life is a Game

Jiang Feng shuttled through the crowd, listening to the crowd of people eating melon talking about some gossip with no nutrition.

Was chasing, Jiang Feng stopped.

If he read correctly, he seems to have seen the middle-aged old man!

Jiang Feng hurried forward, stepping in three or two steps in front of the middle-aged man who was suspected of Jiang Weiguo, and looked carefully, making sure that the cat in front of him was wearing a sunglasses in the corner, strong, and not talking to other people. He might have to be held a few years ago The strange middle-aged man who went in for tea is Jiang Weiguo.

Jiang Feng watched the old man's dress, and the more he watched, the more happy he was. It's not that his costume is weird and funny, and the crowd of onlookers is more weird than him, and more comical abounds. After all, at this time, everyone who looks trendy looks like killing Matt.

Jiang Weiguo was wearing sunglasses to hide his face and hiding in the corner. Even looking at the middle of the cooking table, he had to stand sideways, stomp his feet, and tilt his head. The appearance of the old man was obviously hiding from others, and he didn't want others to see it. It was better not to recognize him when he saw it.

"I look at this situation, Sun Guanyun is going to lose." The melon-eating crowd around Jiang Weiguo was humane to the side.

"Bacheng is going to lose. He didn't handle the whole pigeon when it was deboned, and the pigeon was not round when it was sealed." The others agreed.

The melon-eating crowd present was either a well-known veteran or a well-known chef in the industry, all of whom were insiders. Sun Guanyun and Sun Maocai could tell whether they were good or bad.

"It's a pity that the old corpse of Sun is not cold, and Jubaolou will change hands."

"It's better for Jubaolou to return to Sun Maocai than to fall into the hands of Zhang Kun's unscrupulous white-eyed wolf." A melon-eating crowd with Jiang Weiguo's sunglasses was obviously a clear insider.

"Hey, where did you buy these sunglasses, and how did the style differ from what I bought last month?" A mass-eating crowd switched the subject.

"Last month's style? Last month's style was out of date. I bought my sunglasses at Wangliu Railway Station. This is the latest model I got from Hong Kong City." The faces of people eating sunglasses who wear sunglasses Pride, even if you can't see his eyes, you can still know that he is proud.

"What sunglasses are you talking about? You just said Zhang Kun, what does Zhang Kun have to do with this game? Isn't he eliminated by Sun Guanyun in the first round?" Another asked.

When he asked him this, everyone looked curiously at the melon-eating crowd wearing sunglasses, Jiang Weiguo looked at him unconsciously, and opened his ears to listen.

"You guys don't know? On the surface, this championship was made by Sun Guanjun who wanted to win Jubaolou, but Zhang Kun was actually behind him. As a result, Sun Guanyun was eliminated in the first round. Today, several of Sun Lao's All the apprentices came, but Zhang Kun, the elder brother, didn't come, because he stole chicken and failed to eclipse the rice. I do n’t think he will be able to mingle with us in the future.

"What's more, I don't think he wants to hang out in the south. Who are the chefs in several provinces near us, who hasn't been taught by Sun Lao?" The others agreed.

Jiang Weiguo was listening beside him. Jiang Feng could not see his expression, but he could feel that Jiang Weiguo was not in a good mood.

"Where is Zhang Kun now?" Jiang Weiguo asked.

"I don't know, who knows this. Maybe dodging at home or packing things and ready to run away." The eater who wears sunglasses said, seeing Jiang Weiguo interested, "Well, your sunglasses are also at the train station Wang Liuna bought?"

"It should be." Jiang Weiguo didn't seem to want to talk too much with them.

"This brother looked at him, which restaurant are you from? I don't seem to see you the other day." Another asked.

"I am a named disciple of Sun Laoshou. The train got off last night." Jiang Weiguo uneasily helped his sunglasses.

"Named disciple?" Someone else wanted to ask, but Jiang Weiguo had turned his head and didn't want to ignore them.

"This man is weird?"

"I also feel weird. Since it is Sun's named disciple, why stand in such a corner."

"Willn't you come to find Zhang Kun for revenge?" A man's mind widened.

"How is it possible? I haven't heard of any kind of enemies in Zhang Kunping."

"If you know someone, you do n’t know what you are looking for. You look at his usual loyal and honest smile. Who would have thought that he would do this kind of trivial matter just after Sun Lao died, and maybe he would offend people outside or owe money. Or betrayed another's daughter! "

The melon-eating crowds turned into Sherlock Holmes-eating melons and Edogawa sunglasses, and began to speculate about the origin of Jiang Weiguo.

"What are you talking about?" Qi Zhekai, Sun Zheran's second apprentice, saw that they were talking loudly, and came over to ask what happened.

"Master Qi, you are here exactly. Someone said that he is a named disciple of Sun Lao. Come and take a look." The melons wearing sunglasses pointed at Jiang Weiguo.

Qi Zhongkai looked in the direction he was pointing and recognized Jiang Weiguo at a glance.

"Brother Jiang!" Qi Zhongkai seemed very happy. He hadn't seen Jiang Weiguo for years.

The speculators who were still wondering whether Jiang Weiguo came to seek revenge from Zhang Kun were dumbfounded.

Jiang Weiguo was obviously reluctant to speak out, and took Qi Zhongkai to another corner where nobody was there.

"When did Master bury him?" Jiang Weiguo asked, taking off his sunglasses.

"Just buried here a week ago. Since you must have known here, we didn't expect Master to return to the bones, and Master ... did this kind of thing." Speaking of Zhang Kungan's breaking incident, Qi Zhongkai's mood suddenly fell. stand up.

"Sun Guanyun lost today." Jiang Wei National Road.

"Yes, the fifth master basically did not win. The young master said that Jubaolou would not want to, if he won the game, he would leave here to go to Hong Kong City." Qi Zhongkai said, "We are just worried that Guanyun will Horny. "

"In this case, why compare?" Jiang Weiguo arrived when he received the news of Sun Zheran's death, and it is not clear why this match.

"Guanyun and Maocai have already been forced to Liangshan. Zhang Kun and Sun Guanjun have been working together to get Jubaolou. Even if the two of them are already stealing chickens, they wo n’t eclipse the rice, and the bamboo baskets are empty for a long time. . But for the reputation of Jubaolou, once this game starts indecisively, there is no way to end the championship. "Qi Zhongkai sighed," It is said that Mao Cai deliberately released water, and with Guanyun's proud temperament, he must be more affected. No. "

Sun Guanyun's character Jiang Weiguo knows him very well. At that time, because he refused to worship Sun Zheran as a teacher, he thought he looked down on Sun's family, and he didn't give him a good look for a long time. If Sun Mao deliberately releases water in such an eye-catching match, this stolen victory will make him more uncomfortable than killing Sun Guanyun.

"Where's Zhang Kun now?" Jiang Weiguo didn't talk nonsense, straight into the subject.

"Should be hiding at home. I heard that he has been contacting the restaurant in Guangdong Province, but there is no shop willing to ask him, he may want to run to the port city." Qi Zhongkai said.

"Where is his home?" Jiang Weiguo watched Lao Tzu's posture without strangling him.

Qi Zhongkai immediately became vigilant, looking at Jiang Weiguo's eyes as if he were looking at a young man who was about to go astray. Although Jiang Weiguo's age is no longer relevant to young people, middle-aged people in their 50s, especially Jiang Weiguo in their 50s, are more terrible than young impulses.

The average teenager can't beat Jiang Weiguo, and Jiang Weiguo can hit at least three by himself.

"Brother Jiang, we have been arrested recently. You can't be impulsive." Qi Zhongkai tried arbitrarily to let Jiang Weiguo put down his butcher knife and turned back to the shore.

"I have a scale." Jiang Wei State Road, see Qi Zhongkai still has that expression, added: "The five kids in my family are very skinny, I usually do not fight less, I have scale."

Jiang Feng: ...

Do not know why, he suddenly felt a little sympathy for Jiang Jianguo. According to him Qindie Jiangjian Kang said, Father tough love, Loved Jiang Jianguo, so the flat where he also beat up.

Qi Zhongkai :? ? ?

"Stop this, maybe he's gone now. When did you arrive? I'll take you to Master's tomb to burn incense next time." Qi Zhongkai tried to change the subject.

"The train that got off in the morning went to Jubaolou and found nobody. As soon as I asked, there was a game here, I came over." Jiang Wei National Road.

Qi Zhongkai was weird: "So how did you get in, I remember there was someone stopping outside, idle people can't wait inside."

Jiang Weiguo: ...

He can't always say that he came in through unprepared walls, and now the security guards outside are still looking for him.

"Just come in like this." Jiang Wei National Road.

Qi Zhongkai :? ? ?

His gut tells him that he is lying in Jiang Weiguo.

"What about the others?" Jiang Weiguo quickly shifted the subject.

"Both are Mr. Fan and Mr. Chen. The two of them and Master Hu are the judges of this final." Qi Zhongkai said, just wanting to lead Jiang Weiguo to the best place in the middle field of vision, the people stopped.

His eyes changed.

Jiang Weiguo also changed his look ~ www.readwn.com ~ staring at the stadium.

Jiang Feng suddenly turned back.

Sun Maocai's pigeon swallowed out of the pot.

Uncover.

A baby pigeon with a big belly was lying quietly in the cup. The three judges Qi Zhongkai just mentioned walked to the culinary stand, and Jiang Feng hurried over.

Cut the belly of the pigeon with a knife, the crystal clear bird's nest is hidden in the soft and rotten pigeon meat. The bird's nest is full of soup, white and charming, with a trace of impurities. The soup is also clear and transparent, exuding the unique fragrance of pigeons.

Sun Guanyun's pigeon swallow swallow is still on the steamer, but others have already stepped in front of Sun Maocai, watching the pigeon swallow swallows done by Sun Maocai.

After the three judges tasted the pigeons swallowed by Sun Maocai, they all showed an astonished look. The three looked at Sun Guanyun with a little embarrassment and a little helplessness.

They knew the level of Sun Guanyun. Even if he played exceptionally, he could not make a pigeon that was more delicious than Sun Mao.

The victory and defeat of this game has been nailed down.

"Can I try it?" Sun Guanyun said the first sentence he had heard since Jiang Feng entered this memory.

"Guanyun, hey." One judge wanted to say something, but stopped talking.

Sun Guanyun tasted it.

Just one bite.

"I lost."

Sun Guanyun put down his spoon and left his dove that hadn't been released yet.

No one dared to follow him, everyone just watched him leave. Jiang Feng followed him, and saw 46-year-old Sun Guanyun walking and smiling.

Two lines of tears stood out from the eyes.

Jiang Feng was shrouded in a thick fog. In the thick fog, he could hear Sun Guanyun's mourning and happiness.

"I lost."

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