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Chapter 880 Extra Story 3: Jiang Taisun's Upsurge ([-])
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 lived in City Z for two days, Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian didn't buy a lot of vegetables, and the types of dumplings were also very monotonous, with only cabbage pork filling and leek egg filling.Jiang Jiankang was good at these two kinds of dumpling fillings. Even if he hadn't started eating them yet, just sitting at the table and looking at the steaming big white dumplings in the basin was enough to make his mouth water.

Yes, that person who is drooling greedily is Pan Ling.

For Pan Ling in the gourmet desert, as long as 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 a bowl full of dumplings for Chen Xiuxiu.

Chen Xiuxiu walked to the table, handed the vinegar to Jiang Jiankang, and 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 so absorbed in eating dumplings that he didn't have time to talk, but Wang Xiulian was very concerned about Chen Xiuxiu's recent situation.Seeing that Chen Xiuxiu looked not in good spirits, and the bruises under his eyes were serious, he asked with concern: "Xiuxiu, have you stayed up late with your mobile phone recently? Look at the dark circles under your eyes, Aunt Wang Let me tell you, you young girls can't rely on your young skin to stay up all night, and when you reach Aunt Wang's age, you won't be able to remedy it if you want to."

"Aunt Wang, I didn't stay up late playing with my phone." Chen Xiuxiu explained.

"Xiuxiu has been working overtime and staying up late writing manuscripts for the past few days. The dark circles under her eyes should be caused by writing manuscripts." Pan Ling drew her mouth to testify.

"Working overtime to write manuscripts? It's too much! I remember your dad told me before that you seem to work in some magazine in a magic city. Now that you are young, shouldn't you take annual leave? Why do you have to work overtime and write manuscripts? Now The magazine is really too much, let me tell you, Xiaofeng has a cousin who also works in the magazine in Shanghai, and he can’t survive this year with overtime, the current magazine is really too much!" Wang Xiulian, as a capitalist The representative, began to berate another capitalist loudly, as if he was not a capitalist at all.

"Xiuxiu, what kind of manuscript are you going to write? Why are you still 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 Chinese New Year, but even those of us who can go home and write articles for the Chinese New Year have to work overtime." Chen Xiuxiu looked at the culprit who made her work overtime during the Chinese New Year.

The culprit, Jiang Feng, silently lowered his head and ate the food.

"It's too much, how can it be like this, people don't let people have a good time in the new year, and any article has to wait until the Chinese New Year to write, isn't this tossing people?" Wang Xiulian was so indignant that she even forgot to eat dumplings.

"Mom, don't get excited. Eat the dumplings. If you don't eat the dumplings, they will be cold." Jiang Feng whispered.

"It doesn't matter if the dumplings are cold, anyway, the ones made by your father are not tasty." Wang Xiulian said.

"Xiuxiu works in "Zhiwei"," Jiang Feng reminded in a low voice.

"What's the smell?" Wang Xiulian didn't hear clearly.

"Xu Cheng's "Knowing Taste"!"

Wang Xiulian: ...

The air froze in an instant, and the silence for a while was a little scary.

"Hehehe, small things, small things, isn't it just writing? I remember that Xiuxiu used to write the best composition. Writing must be very simple. It's not a big problem. Let's eat dumplings." The culprit who had to work overtime during the Chinese New Year turned out to be Jiang Feng, who could only use a dry smile to resolve the embarrassment, and ate the dumplings like Jiang Jiankang.

Only Pan Ling was left with a dazed face, not knowing why everyone suddenly stopped talking.

The next day, Jiang Feng continued his class reunion, and Chen Xiuxiu and Pan Ling continued to dine at Jiang Feng's house. The rotten radishes and the fallen cabbages were even more rotten in the refrigerator.

On the third day, Chen Xiuxiu and Pan Ling continued to eat, and Chen Xiuxiu finally finished writing the second manuscript and correcting the first manuscript that was sent back.

On the fourth day, Jiang's family all went to the countryside to prepare for the new year.

Chen Xiuxiu and Pan Ling threw away the unedible radishes and cabbage in the refrigerator.

As we all know, the New Year is the most important festival of 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 friends are respectful, mothers are kind and sons are filial, and brothers are all likely to take place at the New Year's Eve dinner table. The New Year's Eve dinner 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 the way back home.

Since everyone came back by plane this year and didn't have a car, they naturally had to take a minibus when they returned home. A dozen or so members of the mighty Jiang family even bought a minibus for each of them.

I was idle along the way, Jiang Feng, Jiang Zaide, Jiang Shoucheng, and Jiang Ran enthusiastically discussed whether the old man would make Jiuzhuan large intestine for this year's New Year's Eve dinner. Last year, he didn't even make Jiuzhuan large intestine because he couldn't buy pork. .

Jiang Junqing and Jiang Junlian were more miserable. The two sisters did not pass the English final exam. The fifth aunt settled accounts a few years ago, and she had to obediently recite words even while sitting on the minibus.

Not only the juniors were discussing, Jiang Jiankang and his generation were also discussing, but the topics they discussed were more profound and more technically difficult.

"I don't know if the pork that Aunt Li ordered for us this year is good enough. Hey, I don't know how difficult it is to spend time outside. Last year's mutton banquet was delicious, but it can't compare to the pork banquet made in previous years." Jiang Jianguo was worried.

"Yes." Jiang Jiandang nodded in agreement, "We didn't worry about the pork problem before. Dahua's meat is more delicious every year, and Dad's pig raising skills are getting better every year."

"Speaking of which, Dad hasn't raised pigs for two years. I don't know if the technology of raising pigs has deteriorated." Jiang Jiankang was very worried about this.

"It's useless if you don't regress. Now that Dad lives with us in Beiping, our house doesn't seem to be able to raise pigs, even if we raise neighbors in the room." Jiang Jianye sighed.

"It would be great if our family could have a courtyard house that can raise pigs like Uncle Li's." Jiang Jianshe expressed his desire to live in a courtyard house.

"You are beautiful." Jiang Jiandang gave Jiang Jianshe a white look, "Old fifth, you are the one who likes to daydream the most among our brothers. It is also a courtyard house, like the courtyard house of Uncle Li's house. It is not unreasonable that the housing prices in the capital are so expensive." Knowing that we sold the bones and meat of our brothers, I guess they couldn’t afford a toilet in a courtyard.”

"Why don't I just talk about it? Isn't it okay to talk about it? Don't you guys also like to brag at the dinner table?" Jiang Jianshe was suddenly displeased by the diss.

"Okay, let's not say that these things are gone. By the way, third child, how is the income of Taifeng Building this year? How much can the debt be repaid?" Jiang Jianguo changed the subject instantly.

The four of them looked at Jiang Jiankang in unison.

He had been in debt for a long time, but Jiang Jiankang was stared at by his brothers all of a sudden, and felt as if he had just owed a debt. A bead of sweat burst out of his smooth forehead instantly.

"I... I don't know too well. This year's business is really good, but in the middle of the year, because of the competition with the top restaurant, not only did not make much money, but it seemed to be a bit of a loss. In addition, Master Sun's salary is quite high, so he should make a profit. There are more than last year, but it will take several years to pay off." Jiang Jiankang scratched his head.

"Hey." Everyone sighed in debt.

Accompanied by meaningless, seemingly meaningless and endless yearning for the New Year's Eve dinner, the Jiang family bumped all the way to the entrance of the village.

When everyone entered the room, the old man was accompanying Grandma Jiang to watch a large-scale drama about family ethics of the era with a look of lovelessness.

On TV, the heroine, who looks as old as Comrade Wang Xiulian, is waiting to be wronged by an unknown supporting role with a miserable expression on her face, but she doesn't say anything.

"Dad, we're back!"

The old man glanced at the five fat sons and remained unmoved.

"Dad, I bought you the ham you asked for!" Jiang Jianguo held up the ham as a gift.

"Dad, this is the seafood I asked someone to buy years ago!" Jiang Jiandang held up the fresh seafood.

"Dad, look at the big goose I just got yesterday!" Jiang Jiankang grabbed the goose's neck.

"Dad, this is the rice field eel I carefully selected!" Jiang Jianye was carrying a bag of rice field eels.

"Dad, I got both the old duck and the hen you wanted!" Jiang Jianshe had a chicken in his left hand and a duck in his right.

Five burly men stood in a row, each carrying or clutching something, with flattering smiles on their faces.The old man was sitting in the living room watching TV, squinting at them with disgust on his face, as if a foreign envoy from a foreign country was paying tribute to the Central Plains emperor for souvenirs.

The old man got up.

"Go to the kitchen, Xiaofeng will come too."

"Okay." Jiang Feng had just packed his luggage and came out of the room. As soon as he came out, he heard the old man calling him into the kitchen, thinking he was asking him to help. "Grandpa, are you going to deal with chickens, ducks, geese, and rice field eels today?"

"You can figure it out yourself. You cook this year's New Year's Eve dinner, and I'll help you." The old man said.

Jiang Feng was stunned.

The five foreign envoys who paid tribute were stunned.

Everyone in the Jiang family who came out of the room after putting away their luggage was stunned.

Jiang Jiankang was so frightened that he forgot to pinch the goose's neck and let go, and the goose ran around and quacked.

"Gah!"

This is a goose.

"Gah?"

This is Jiang Jiankang.

"what?"

This is Jiang Feng.

a bolt from the blue.

The grandson usurped the throne.

No, it should be a connection.

The Jiang family has changed.

(End of this chapter)