Life is a Game

I waited for Sun Jikai to hurriedly find the message that Assistant Wang sent to him. When he called Sun Maocai, he got a reply that the number was empty.

Yes, empty number.

After calling and asking Assistant Wang, Sun Jikai knew that this so-called Sun Maocai's phone number was exchanged after his grandfather met with Sun Maocai at a Cantonese cuisine cooking exchange meeting more than a decade ago.

After exchanging phone numbers, Sun Guanyun and Sun Mao didn't have any contact, but just recorded the phone number in the phone book and didn't even store it in the mobile phone.

For more than ten years, it was normal for Sun Mao to change his phone number.

"Assistant Wang, please ask Master Sun Maocai's phone number by other means. When he arrives, call to inform him of his grandfather's death and invite him to the funeral." Sun Jikai said.

"OK." Assistant Wang said, "Apart from this matter, is there anything else to report?"

"No, please trouble you." Sun Jikai hung up the phone and sighed back to the room.

Either Langzhong was sick, or his sense of self-esteem was senseless. After the failure to call Sun Maocai's phone, he suddenly had the idea of ​​not asking Sun Maocai for help.

He doesn't want to give the future of Jubaolou to an outsider who has never met, even if this outsider is his grandfather's younger brother.

Although his grandfather's will was a bit rebellious, he wanted to make Jubaolou go further with his own ability. Although Jubaolou's turnover has broken down due to temporary management confusion, the foundation is still there after all. Jubaolou has a mature team of chefs. As long as everything goes on track and returns to normal, Jubaolou can return to its previous state.

As for how far he can go in the future, it depends on his own level.

Thirty years Hedong, 30 years Hexi, do not bully young people poor.

Alas.

On the other side, Jiang Feng booked a flight ticket that will arrive in the afternoon and night.

Because of the rush of time, he and Wu Minqi and the old man hurried home after packing for lunch and packed up for the airport.

The three of them are seated together, the old man sits by the window, Jiang Feng sits in the middle, and Wu Minqi sits by the aisle.

Since she got on the plane, Wu Minqi closed her eyes and raised her eyes. After Jiang Feng took out her mobile phone and read the offline novel, he found that the old man neither looked at the mobile phone nor the boring movie played on the plane. Clouds are dazed.

Grandpa 发 has been in this state for two days.

"Grandpa." Jiang Feng whispered.

Grandpa looked back at him.

"Actually, it's normal for life, death, and death."

There was some doubt in Grandpa's eyes.

"Mine ... I mean, you don't have to do this ... this ... so sad." Jiang Feng thought for a long time before highlighting the two words sad, but he felt that the current situation of the old man was not sad, "Grandpa just left like this It's really regrettable, but ... "

Grandpa Tong smiled suddenly: "Do you think I just left because the old guy Sun Guanyun didn't say a word, so he lost his heart, was heartbroken, and was sad?"

Minjiang Feng :?

Grandpa, you do n’t follow the rules.

"Am I the kind of sentimental person? I'm not your grandma," the old man said.

Min Jiangfeng: ...

"I just remembered something suddenly." The old man looked out the window again, and didn't know what he was looking at. Maybe it was looking at memories, looking at the past.

"I always think of something related to Sun Guanyun's old guy these two days. There are too many things, so it's easy to get mad when I think about it." The old man said, "I'm fine."

Qi Jiangfeng thinks that this is not the case for the old man.

"We will stay in FZ for a few more days this time," the old man said.

"what?"

“I have n’t visited Jubaolou for many years. The last time I went was because Master Sun died. It ’s been a few decades, and I can see more if I stay for two more days.”

Alas.

那 The hours on the plane passed in a flash, and the old man stared out the window during the whole process. He saw the night coming from the day and witnessed the whole scene at dusk.

敏 Wu Minqi was awakened twice in the middle, one was a flight attendant delivering an airplane meal, and the other was the radio before landing. The awakened Wu Minqi was still a little confused, with sleepy eyes and messy hair, and asked Jiang Feng whether he was about to come.

"I booked a hotel in the city center, and I'll just take a taxi and go. I'll drop my luggage and then eat something." Wu Minqi said.

The plane meal she didn't eat at all. Now she's all hungry.

嗯 "Well, what to eat?" Jiang Feng asked the most critical question.

"Go to Jubaolou," the old man said.

Qiu Jiangfeng and Wu Minqi were both surprised, and then nodded in agreement.

Because of time rush, the hotel was searched by Wu Minqi on the Internet, and I picked a convenient transportation and paid for it. The location is really good, the price is a little bit high, and the three of them dropped off their luggage and went straight to Jubaolou.

When I got out of the car, Jiang Feng only felt a little bit like another generation.

Jubaolou hasn't changed at all. The same signboard and the same decoration are almost exactly the same as what he saw in his memory, except that the street scene outside has changed, the sidewalk has become a main road, and the bungalow no longer exists. High-rise buildings, full of traffic.

Memories make people look up, and they feel that the magnificent Jubao Building has become ordinary.

The grandfather took the lead, and the three went in.

Almost as soon as I walked in, the expressions of the three changed a little.

Father Tong frowned, while Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi were a little surprised.

It is 8 pm now, and it should be the best time for restaurant business. The attendance rate in the lobby of Jubaolou is less than 30%. The business can be regarded as quite deserted.

There were three waiters at the entrance of the gate, and only one of them was younger and saw the three greeted. He asked with a smile: "Hello, are you three? Please come inside."

The waiter led the three of them to the table of four people next to the window and pointed to the QR code on the table: "Our shop can scan and order, if the elderly are not used to scanning the order, they can also use the menu. If I need a menu, I'll get it now. "

"No need." The old man's expression eased a little, "Can you still book a Buddha jumping the wall now?"

The waiter said, "Yes, you can book tomorrow, tomorrow, noon and evening."

"Can you book tomorrow?" The old man was unhappy, "Can I book anything? I don't need a member or anything."

The waiter was confused by the attitude of the old man, and he did n’t understand why he could book the customers. He explained, “Yes, the original Buddha jumping wall in our shop required a senior member to book. But recently a discount was introduced in the shop. Activities, if ordinary guests do not apply for membership, only a part of the deposit can be booked. "

"Then book three copies for me at noon the day after tomorrow," the old man said.

好的 "Okay, I'll give you a list later. Could you please leave your contact information and phone number, and then the deposit will be settled at the time of checkout." The waiter said.

Grandpa nodded and nodded to understand, the waiter left.

"Look at it." The old man began to sit still in a daze.

Wu Minqi took out her mobile phone and scanned the QR code on the table to start browsing the menu. While browsing, she whispered to Jiang Feng and said, "Feng Feng, do you think the business of Jubaolou is a bit deserted?"

Qijiang Feng nodded, glanced at the old man and saw that he had no response. He said, "It's so abnormal. Anyone can make an appointment for the Buddha jumping the wall, and can make an appointment directly for tomorrow. Isn't the Buddha jumping wall one of Jubaolou's signature dishes?"

He remembered many years of the Buddha jumping off the wall in Jubaolou, a small cup of 1888, which Grandpa said with Jiang Feng.

"Look, there aren't many dishes." Wu Minqi pointed to the menu on the phone screen, and many of them were sold out.

"Look if there is soup and lobster." Jiang Feng said.

敏 Wu Minqi turned back again and shook his head: "Sold out."

Because many dishes on the menu were sold out for unknown reasons, the two could only order a few dishes they had eaten before starting to look at the guests in the lobby.

I say one thing, the decoration of Jubao Building is quite good. As someone who also owns a separate restaurant and has seen the interior decoration of Jubao Building decades ago in his memory, Jiang Feng can quite appraise that Jubao Building should have cost a lot of money in the subsequent renovation. It has both a simple texture and a bit of modern elements. It is very comfortable to watch, that is, the menu is uncomfortable to look at, and it is uncomfortable to see who is sold out.

Although the menu is not satisfactory, the serving is fast, but Jiang Feng's first order was served within a few minutes.

After tasting a chopstick, Jiang Feng also understood why Jubaolou's business was so deserted.

The taste is actually okay, not bad, but not worth the price of Jubaolou.

I have a casual feeling when eating.

感觉 This feeling is like you think your mother is not willing to cook and just burn two dishes to confuse you. Although you have no evidence, you can eat it.

Qiu Jiangfeng casually turned the stir-fried reeds in the dish and found that the cut was perfunctory. At first glance, the pierhead chef cut it out lazily. As a well-known upscale restaurant, theoretically it is absolutely impossible to bring the table to the guests for tasting, but such a plate of dishes appeared on their table and still appeared at the price of 58 yuan.

Babaozhai didn't dare to do this. Although their dishes are expensive, they certainly won't make people feel casual, they will only make you think that their chefs can't.

也 The same is true for the next few dishes. There is a perfunctory feeling from the knife to the fireman. Jiang Feng believes that the chefs in Jubaolou are still capable, but it seems that everyone is unwilling to work. I do n’t know if it is due to arrears in wages. Www.readwn.com ~ Maybe that is why Jubaolou ’s business is so Deserted.

Qi Jiangfeng has carefully observed that from when they came in to order, half of the food has been eaten. There is only one guest in the shop, and the table sitting behind them is now ordering.

"Waiter." The guest behind Jiang Feng beckoned and called the waiter. The waiter who had brought Jiang Feng in before ran over.

"Hello sir, may I have any needs?" The waiter asked.

"Can you book a Buddha jumping wall now?" The guest asked.

"Yes, you can book the Buddha's jumping wall now, ordinary guests can book as long as they pay the deposit." The waiter said.

"Let me order the day after tomorrow, I have something tomorrow," said the middle-aged man.

I heard that the guests behind the table actually booked the Buddha's jumping wall the day after tomorrow, and Jiang Feng couldn't help feeling a little surprised and turned to look at him.

He is a middle-aged man in a suit, in his forties and fifties, looks like a successful person, because he looks very aura.

I don't know if it's a celebrity, because Jiang Feng looks familiar to him and seems to have seen it, so he can't help but look twice.

The middle-aged man noticed that Jiang Feng was looking back at him, smiled at him at his sight, and then stopped.

Minjiang Feng :?

The middle-aged man stood up and walked towards Jiang Feng.

Minjiang Feng :? ? ? ?

He crossed Jiang Feng and came to Jiang Weiguo, who was staring at the table and was not very good-looking.

"Brother Jiang, long time no see."