Chapter 880 Extra 3: The story of Jiang Taisun’s rise to power (2)
When Chen Xiuxiu knocked on Jiang Feng's door with a bottle of vinegar and a box of preserved eggs, the dumplings were already out of the pot.
Because they only stayed in City Z for two days, Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian did not buy many vegetables. The types of dumplings were also very monotonous, with only cabbage and pork fillings and leek and egg fillings. Jiang Jiankang is good at these two types of dumpling fillings. Even if you haven't started eating yet, just sitting at the table and looking at the steaming big white dumplings in the basin is enough to make your mouth water.
Yes, the person who is drooling is Pan Ling.
For Pan Ling, who is in a food desert, the dishes produced by Jiang Feng's family are delicious, no matter who makes them.
"Xiuxiu is here, hurry up, hurry up, sit down, Uncle Jiang will serve you dumplings." Jiang Jiankang greeted warmly, took out the smallest bowl in the house, and filled Chen Xiuxiu with a full bowl of dumplings.
Chen Xiuxiu walked to the table, handed the vinegar to Jiang Jiankang, and handed the preserved egg to Wang Xiulian. Jiang Jiankang took the vinegar obediently, poured it into the basin, moved the basin to him, and started eating dumplings.
Pan Ling: Σ(°△°|||)︴
Jiang Jiankang was too busy eating dumplings to talk, but Wang Xiulian was very concerned about Chen Xiuxiu's current situation. Seeing that Chen Xiuxiu didn't seem to be in very good spirits, and the black spots under her eyes were serious, she asked with concern: "Xiuxiu, have you stayed up late playing on your phone recently? Look at the dark circles under your eyes, Aunt Wang Let me tell you, you young girls can’t just stay up late just because you have good skin. When you get to Aunt Wang’s age, you won’t be able to fix it even if you want to.”
"Aunt Wang, I didn't stay up late playing on my phone." Chen Xiuxiu explained.
"Xiuxiu has been working overtime and staying up late these days to write the manuscript. The dark circles under her eyes should be from writing the manuscript." Pan Ling pulled out his mouth to testify.
"Working overtime to write a manuscript? That's too much! I remember your dad told me before that you seemed to be working for some magazine in a magical city. Shouldn't you take annual leave now that you are young? Why do you still have to work overtime to write a manuscript? Now The magazine is really too much, let me tell you, Xiaofeng There is a cousin who also works in a magazine in Shanghai. He has been working overtime this year and has been unable to make it through the year. The current magazine is really too much!" Wang Xiulian, as a representative of capitalists, began to loudly denounce another capitalist, as if she was not one at all. Just like capitalists.
"Xiuxiu, what manuscript do you want to write? Why are you pressing for it during the Chinese New Year?" Jiang Jiankang also asked curiously.
"Who told our boss to be provoked by someone? Not only the people in the magazine have to work overtime during the New Year, but even those of us who can go home and write articles during the New Year have to work overtime." Chen Xiuxiu looked at the culprit who made her work overtime during the New Year.
Jiang Feng, the culprit, lowered his head and ate his food silently.
"It's too much. How could it be like this? I don't let people have a good time during the New Year. I have to wait until the New Year to write any articles. Isn't this a torment?" Wang Xiulian was so indignant that she even forgot to eat the dumplings.
"Mom, don't get excited. Eat dumplings. If you don't eat them, they will get cold." Jiang Feng whispered.
"It doesn't matter if the dumplings are cold, your dad's ones are not delicious anyway." Wang Xiulian.
"Xiuxiu works at Zhiwei." Jiang Feng reminded in a low voice.
"What does it smell like?" Wang Xiulian didn't hear clearly.
"Xu Cheng's "Knowing the Taste"!"
Wang Xiulian:......
The air froze instantly, and the silence was terrifying for a moment.
"Hahaha, small things, small things, aren't they just writing manuscripts? I remember that Xiuxiu was the best at writing compositions originally. Writing manuscripts must be very simple. It's not a big problem. Let's eat dumplings and eat dumplings." Wang Xiulian did not expect that Chen Xiuxiu would become a big problem. The culprit who had to work overtime during the New Year turned out to be Jiang Feng. He could only laugh dryly to resolve the embarrassment, and just like Jiang Jiankang, he buried himself in eating dumplings.
Pan Ling was left with a confused look on his face. He didn't know why everyone suddenly stopped talking.
The next day, Jiang Feng continued his class reunion, and Chen Xiuxiu and Pan Ling also continued to eat at Jiang Feng's house. The already branted radishes and dried cabbage became even branier and shakier in the refrigerator.
On the third day, Chen Xiuxiu and Pan Ling continued to enjoy the meal. Chen Xiuxiu finally finished writing the second manuscript and revised the first manuscript that was rejected.
On the fourth day, all the Jiang family went to the countryside to prepare for the New Year.
Chen Xiuxiu and Pan Ling threw away the inedible radishes and cabbages in the refrigerator.
As we all know, the New Year is the most important festival for the Jiang family, and the New Year's Eve dinner is the most anticipated meal of the year for all the Jiang family.
Brothers and sisters are respectful to each other, mothers are kind and sons are filial, and brothers are hostile to each other at the New Year's Eve dinner table. The New Year's Eve dinner table is not only a stage for the Jiang family to show their appetite, but also a stage for the Jiang family to show their strength and resourcefulness.
Even Jiang Feng, who had achieved a lot in the past year, began to look forward to the New Year's Eve dinner on his way back to his hometown.
Since everyone came back by plane this year and didn't have a car, they naturally had to take a minibus to go back to their hometown. The Jiang family's dozen or so people even filled a minibus together.
While idle along the way, Jiang Feng, Jiang Zaide, Jiang Shoucheng, and Jiang Ran enthusiastically discussed whether the old man would make nine-turn large intestine for this year's New Year's Eve dinner. Last year, he didn't even cook nine-turn large intestine because he couldn't buy pork. .
Jiang Junqing and Jiang Junlian were in a worse situation. The two sisters failed to do well in the final English exam. Their fifth aunt had to settle accounts years ago and had to memorize words even while sitting on the minibus.
Not only the juniors are discussing, but Jiang Jiankang and his generation are also discussing, but the topics they discuss are more profound and technically difficult.
"I don't know if the pork Aunt Li ordered for us this year is good enough. Hey, I really don't know how difficult it is to celebrate the New Year when I'm not out here. Although last year's mutton banquet was delicious, it couldn't compare to the pork banquet made in previous years." Jiang Jianguo was worried.
"Yes." Jiang Jiandang nodded in agreement, "In the past we would have never worried about the pork problem. Dahua's meat is more and more fragrant every year, and Dad's pig-raising technology is getting better and better every year."
"Speaking of which, my father hasn't raised pigs for two years. I don't know if the pig-raising technology has deteriorated." Jiang Jiankang is very worried about this.
"It's useless if we don't regress. Now my dad lives with us in Peiping. Our house doesn't look like it can raise pigs. Even if we raise neighbors in the room, we won't do it." Jiang Jianye sighed.
"It would be great if our family could have a courtyard where we could raise pigs like Uncle Li's family did." Jiang Jianshe expressed his desire to live in a courtyard.
"You are beautiful." Jiang Jiandang rolled his eyes at Jiang Jianshe, "Lao Wu, among us brothers, you are the most fond of daydreaming. It's a courtyard house, it's like Uncle Li's courtyard house. It's not like you don't care how expensive the house prices are in Beijing. I know that if we sell our brothers with their bones and flesh, we probably won’t be able to afford a toilet in their courtyard.”
"Why don't I just talk about it? Why don't you just talk about it? Don't you guys also like to brag at the dinner table?" Jiang Jianshe suddenly looked unhappy at being dissed.
"Okay, don't talk about these things. By the way, Third Brother, how is the income of Tai Feng Building this year? How much debt can you repay?" Jiang Jianguo changed the subject instantly.
The four of them looked at Jiang Jiankang.
Jiang Jiankang had obviously been in debt for a long time, but Jiang Jiankang was suddenly stared at by his brothers. He felt as if he had just fallen into debt, and a big bead of sweat suddenly appeared on his smooth forehead.
"I...I'm not sure. This year's business is indeed good, but in the middle of the year, because of competition with the top-floor restaurants, not only did I not make much money, but I also lost a bit. In addition, Master Sun's salary is quite high, so he should make a little profit." It’s more than last year, but it will take several years to pay it off.” Jiang Jiankang scratched his head.
"Hey." Everyone sighed in debt.
With nothing but some meaning and endless longing for the New Year's Eve dinner, the Jiang family walked all the way to the entrance of the village.
When everyone entered the house, the old man was watching a large-scale period drama about family ethics with Grandma Jiang with a look of despair.
The heroine on TV, who looks about the same age as Comrade Wang Xiulian, is waiting with a miserable look on her face as she is wrongly accused by an unknown supporting character but says nothing.
"Dad, we are back!"
The old man glanced at the five fat sons and was unmoved.
"Dad, I bought you the ham you asked for!" Jiang Jianguo held up the ham as a treasure.
"Dad, this is the seafood I asked someone to buy years ago!" Jiang Jiandang held up the chilled seafood.
"Dad, look at the big goose I just got yesterday!" Jiang Jiankang grabbed the goose's neck.
"Dad, this is the eel I carefully selected!" Jiang Jianye was holding a bag of eel.
"Dad, I got all the ducks and hens you wanted!" Jiang Jianshe had a chicken in his left hand and a duck in his right hand.
Five strong men stood in a row, each carrying or grabbing something in their hands, with a flattering smile on their face. The old man was sitting in the living room watching TV, squinting at them with a look of disgust on his face, as if a foreign envoy was paying tribute to the emperor of the Central Plains with local specialties.
The old man got up.
"Go to the kitchen, Xiaofeng will come with you."
"Okay." Jiang Feng had just put away his luggage from the room. As soon as he came out, he heard the old man calling him into the kitchen. He thought he was asking him to help, "Grandpa, are you going to deal with the chickens, ducks, geese, and eels today?"
"You can make up your own mind. You will cook this year's New Year's Eve dinner, and I will help you." The old man said.
Jiang Feng was stunned.
The five foreign envoys who paid tribute were stunned.
Everyone in the Jiang family came out of the room one after another after putting away their luggage. They were shocked.
Jiang Jiankang was so frightened that he forgot to pinch the goose's neck and let go. The goose ran around and quacked.
"Gah!"
This is the goose.
"Ga?"
This is Jiang Jiankang.
"Huh?"
This is Jiang Feng.
a bolt from the blue.
The grandson usurped the throne.
No, it should be the connection.
The Jiang family has changed. (End of chapter)