"Uncle San, come, you eat noodles first, I made this noodles, and the soup stock is Jiankang hanging. Jiang Jianguo pushed the face in front of Jiang Weiming a little more towards him, and said diligently.

There are three sides to life, namely "washing three faces", "longevity noodles", and "receiving three faces", washing three noodles is eaten at the three baptism ceremonies three days after the birth of the child, and the three noodles are eaten at the funeral banquet when the old man dies three days ago. One of these two noodles symbolizes new life and the other symbolizes death, but longevity noodles are eaten on birthdays to pray for a long life.

Eating a long life is theoretically impossible to bite off, and you need to eat the noodles in one bite, so longevity noodles are usually only a small bowl, which is convenient for the elderly to eat them in one bite. But according to the practice of the Jiang family, the longer the longevity noodles should be made, the better, and the longer the noodles, the longer the age.

Jiang Weiming slowly picked up chopsticks and found the source of the noodles in the noodle bowl under everyone's gaze, and then started to snort the noodles from the source, just like everyone does on weekdays. Little by little, bite by bite, the noodles in the noodle bowl were like a winding path, and gradually all entered Jiang Weiming's mouth.

"Bang Bang!" A waiter lady who Jiang Feng couldn't name actually applauded excitedly, as if she had witnessed an amazing thing, her face was full of excitement and excitement.

When she finished clapping her hands, she realized how strange her behavior was just now, and she lowered her head embarrassedly and whispered: "I, this is the first time I've seen others eat longevity noodles, and I'm a little excited." ”

The crowd laughed in goodwill, and then thunderous applause rang out like a tidal wave.

Jiang Weiming took a bowl of noodles in one go, and because he ate too quickly and was a little anxious, he was actually a little choked, and sat on the seat and slowed down before he spoke: "Don't stand, sit down, I'm hungry when I smell this hot pot." ”

"Third grandfather, we still have to wait for you to blow out the candles and cut the cake, how can we sit down. Jiang Ran said.

"Yes, Master Jiang, the cake hasn't been cut yet. Everyone echoed in unison.

Jiang Weiming smiled: "Look at my memory, I forgot that I want to eat cake for my birthday, come and let's cut the cake, eh, why are there two cakes?"

"This cake was specially made for you by Zhang Guanghang, and I don't know who ordered the takeaway cake next to the cake that was not unpacked, and left my phone number. Jiang Feng explained.

Everyone moved the dishes in front of Jiang Weiming to the side, vacating a place where two cakes could be placed, Zhang Guanghang brought the French birthday cake he made to Jiang Weiming, and Jiang Feng started to unpack the cake box.

Inside the box is a longevity peach cake, a huge longevity peach cake with a big longevity character written on one side, 99 Arabic numerals on the other side, and a creamy eyebrow in front of the longevity peach looks a little cute birthday old man.

This cake is definitely expensive, at least 4 figures.

Jiang Feng carefully moved the cake out of the box, so as not to have the image of ruining the entire Shou Tao, and when the cake was completely out of the box, the card placed in the innermost part also fell out.

Jiang Feng picked up the card, and there were only six simple words on it.

Father:

Happy birthday.

Happy birthday is followed even by a full stop instead of an exclamation point.

Obviously, this cake is Jiang Yongding's.

He always remembered Jiang Weiming's lunar birthday, although he made a special trip from the magic capital and did not call or send a text message, but he ordered a cake for Jiang Weiming, and asked the staff of the cake shop to write a card.

The awkward and complicated relationship between their father and son is probably something that only their father and son can understand and adapt.

Jiang Feng handed the card to Jiang Weiming, Jiang Weiming took the card and looked at it and was stunned, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, he looked at it over and over again, staring at the card as if he could see through it and see the flowers.

"Okay......" Jiang Weiming muttered, a smile overflowing from the bottom of his eyes to the corners of his mouth, "Let's cut the cake, cut this longevity peach first." ”

"Third grandfather, do you want to make a wish first?" Jiang Shoucheng was a little confused, so he didn't understand why Jiang Weiming became so happy after reading the card.

Jiang Weiming always has a smile on his face, and he will always be a kind and kind old man, but as long as he has been in contact with him for a long time, he can easily distinguish the difference between his smiles.

Jiang Weiming's smile most of the time is a habitual smile, and the rest of the smile can be roughly divided into two types: a relieved smile and a helpless smile, but the smile on his face now clearly represents his ecstatic smile at this time.

He was so happy that everyone could see it.

"No need to make a wish, my wish has been granted. Jiang Weiming arrived, but Jiang Feng handed him the plastic knife and divided the peach cake in front of him into two.

Jiang Weiming cut the cakes, and only tasted a small bite of each cake, and was invited by the chefs in the back kitchen to invite Emperor Jiang Weiming to taste the dishes he made like a harem concubine.

Among them, Zhenggong Jiang Health is the most attentive, and the soup is scooped up for Jiang Weiming, if it is not for the fact that the soup is no longer hot at this time and does not need to be blown, it is estimated that Jiang Health can hold a bowl and spoon while stirring and blowing slowly.

"Uncle San, try the kung pao chicken I made, this time it's not sweet, it's spicy!"

"Master Jiang, come and try my dish!"

"Master Jiang, my ......"

"Master, what I did today ......"

Jiang Weiming was wet with rain and dew, and tasted the dishes in turn according to the order in which they were placed in front of him, and after each taste, he had to smile and praise the makers for their recent progress, and then smiled and urged them to go to eat quickly.

Jiang Weiming's last taste was Jiang Feng's chicken, no way, whoever asked Jiang Feng to play with the chicken could only be placed at the end.

Jiang Weiming stretched out his chopsticks to Yunji and involuntarily burped.

He first ate a bowl of longevity noodles, then drank a whole bowl of strange soup under Jiang Jian's eager gaze, and then tasted so many dishes. Although he only ate one or two bites of each dish, he couldn't stand the large base, and Jiang Wei's stomach was already full next year.

The chicken is already a little cold, and the taste is not as good as before.

Jiang Weiming bit down on a piece of chicken, and before he could chew it a few more times, he was surrounded by a flood of memories.

He remembered the time when he was young with his father and the other six brothers in Taifeng Building, it seemed to be the wedding banquet of the eldest brother, and the brothers were all drunk, even the father and sister-in-law were drunk, only the sixth and seventh brothers could not drink because of their young age, so they could only watch from the side.

Jiang Weiming knew that he was almost full, but he couldn't help but grab another piece of Yunji and bite it down.

He remembered again, and this time he remembered that his sister-in-law had the last Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with them before she got married. It was originally lively, eating and eating, the sister-in-law suddenly hugged their brothers and began to cry, and the faces that had long been blurred in his memory became extremely clear at this time, and even the scene at home that he thought he had forgotten had long forgotten was originally remembered.

Jiang Weiming sandwiched a small piece of Yunji again.

He remembered the joy in his heart on the day his eldest son was born, and he told his wife that in the future, he would train this child well, let him take over his class, be a cook like him, and make sure that his son would be blue.

He remembered the shock and ecstasy when he heard Jiang Feng's three words from his mouth when he received Jiang Feng's phone call last winter.

He thought of the ecstasy of meeting his younger brother, unreal, and even a little illusory.

He thought of the joy and joy of being with his little brother's family during the Chinese New Year this year.

Jiang Weiming fell into memories, and was also addicted to memories, and even forgot to comment on what Jiang Feng made today.

Jiang Feng saw Jiang Weiming's distracted appearance, and said, "Third grandfather, I'll go over to eat first." He left, leaving Jiang Weiming alone to reminisce about the time he spent with his family.

When Jiang Weiming came back to his senses, he found that he had unconsciously burst into tears.

Suddenly looking back, he realized that the moments in his life that made him feel warm were actually composed of the teenage years when he was still in Beiping, just a few years after he met his wife, got married, and had children, and Jiang Feng found him in the past six months.

His life is really a failure compared to his younger brother.

Jiang Weiming could only smile bitterly, turned his head to look at his noisy descendants, and saw Jiang Feng smiling forcefully and reaching out to take the duck intestines from the spicy pot handed to him by Wu Minqi.

Jiang Weiming originally thought that this was the end of his life, his parents, brothers and wives all passed away one after another, and he was the only one who survived in the world, without the company of his children and relatives, and he was alone in the old house in the countryside with his wife's portrait and waited quietly for death, or one day he really didn't want to live, so he took his own life.

I didn't expect that I would have such an opportunity when I came to an end.

Jiang Weiming looked at Jiang Feng with an uncontrollable smile in his eyes.

To get this nephew is not in vain.