The Game of Life

Even Sun Jikai, who had a disdainful smirk about other people’s speculations, was actually very curious about whether Sang Ming’s sister was indeed beautiful.

After all, this is Sang Ming’s sister, the legendary one who was rumored to be not so pretty, rather chubby, quite lazy, inept at work, unable to play mahjong, only good at studying, the complete antonym of Sang Ming in legend!

Now they were just a wall away from this legendary person, someone inside the wall wanting to come out, while those outside were playing on their smartphones.

The most excited of them all was Sang Ming, whose work efficiency kept climbing, moving back and forth between the range station and the cold dish station, and also occasionally helping out by slicing some strips at the chopping board. One man doing the work of three, both his work efficiency and dedication were touching.

Because there was a banquet at noon, a centenarian banquet no less, the banquet was quite high-grade and the kitchen was busier than usual, ending later than usual too.

Today’ s staff meal was made by Zhou Shi, with Jiang Weisheng assisting, and everyone was not in high spirits, their enthusiasm for eating reduced.

Because Ji Yue had gained 4 pounds from eating too much recently, she started a self-punishing diet from last night. She only ate lettuce without salad dressing, and for every extra bite, she’d slap herself harshly, as if the cheek she hit was not her own.

By the time the lunch service ended, it was nearly 2 p.m.

Everyone was cleaning and tidying up the kitchen, when Jiang Jiankang saw Sang Ming looking excited and a bit anxious, and said to him, “Sang Ming, why don’t you go first? Your sister has been waiting for hours.”

“No worries, she must be sitting and playing with her phone, she’s not been working anyway, just a few hours of waiting!” Assuming his sister couldn t hear, Sang Ming was arrogantly overbearing.

Jiang Feng watched Sang Ming’s ugly face that suggested his sister listened to him and found it oh so familiar.

When Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing couldn’t hear, he would put on the same act outside.

One attitude in front of his sister, another behind her back.

“Qiqi, take a break. I’ll clean up for you,” Jiang Feng offered, taking over Wu

Minqi’s work.

Sun Jikai turned his head slightly, feeling a bit dazzled.

Wu Minqi stopped what she was doing and asked, “Is Zhang Guanghang coming over to test the dish this afternoon?”

“He should be, or should I send him a WeChat message to ask?” Jiang Feng replied.

Since Zhang Guanghang was off today, even the beautiful young waitresses who would come to the kitchen to relay messages did it less frequently.

“Are you guys done in the kitchen, can we come in now? Outsiders coming in… oh, you’re still cleaning up but we can come in, right? Sang Ming is not done yet, okay, I’ll go call her.”

Jiang Feng thought he vaguely heard Ji Yue’s voice and couldn’t help but look towards the door.

Not just Jiang Feng, everyone involuntarily looked towards the door.

Ayoung girl’s figure appeared in the doorway.

Slightly plump, not tall, with a ponytail and bangs, before Jiang Feng could make out the face of Sang Ming’s sister with his 125-degree slightly nearsighted eyes, she vanished, pouncing on Sang Ming in a blink.

“Sang the handsome big brother!” Sang Ming’s sister hugged her brother, whom she hadn’t seen for nearly two months, with great excitement.

“Sang the beautiful little sister.” Sang Ming smiled brilliantly, skillfully catching his sister’s bear hug.

Well, a sister complex.

The look everyone gave Sang Ming suddenly contained a bit of contempt, do you still remember what you just said?

“Hello everyone, my name is Mulberry,” Mulberry greeted everyone with a smile, very comfortable and not shy at all, quite extroverted.

Upon closer inspection, everyone found that Sang Ming didn’t exaggerate a bit about his sister’s appearance, nor did he insult or withhold comments.

Indeed she wasn’t particularly beautiful, nor was she ugly, slightly chubby with a possibly baby-fat round face, small eyes due to single eyelids, ordinary features that weren’t fine, and indeed there were pimples on her face, mostly hidden beneath the bangs on her forehead but still somewhat visible.

It was just uncertain whether she truly couldn’t worker play mahjong… “Sang Ming, why don’t you let your sister stay and eat with us? It’s almost 2 o’clock and she must be starving,” Jiang Feng said.

“No need, she came all the way to Beiping to find me, she’s treating me to lunch,” Sang Ming replied.

“Sang, have you no shame? Making a minor travel all this way to treat you to a meal, clearly you should be treating me to the meal!” Mulberry glared at Sang Ming angrily.

“You come to see me, you’re definitely treating me to a meal!”

“I come to see you, you’re definitely treating me to a meal!”

The sibling war was on the verge of breaking out.

“Forget it, I’ll treat you. Just by looking at you, I can tell you have no money. I got a national silver medal in math, and mom gave me five hundred bucks as a reward, so mom’s paying,” Mulberry gave in.

“No, I’ll treat you. When you came to Beiping, dad transferred five hundred to me to make sure you have a good time, so dad’s paying,” Sang Ming also relented.

“I’m treating, mom’s paying!”

“I’m treating, dad’s paying!”

As the two were about to argue again, Sang Ming suddenly changed his tune,

“Alright, you can treat.”

Mulberry felt like she had been tricked, “No, it’s still your treat!”

Everyone:…

“How about this—today dad pays, tomorrow mom pays?” Sang Ming suggested.

“Great!” Mulberry thought it was a good plan.

The crowd was already dumbfounded by the siblings’ clever tactics. “Handsome Sang, aren’t you going to introduce me to your colleagues?” Mulberry noticed everyone’s gaze and smiled at the crowd, “I’m sorry, am I interrupting your work?”

“No, not at all, we’re all off work now.”

“Yeah, yeah, we were just about to leave.”

“You’re not interrupting, not at all.”

Sang Ming started introducing his colleagues to Mulberry, making a special point when he got to Jiang Feng.

“This is Jiang Feng, a junior boss, and this is Wu Minqi, also a junior boss. They both graduated from UAL University, furnace chefs who can earn tens of thousands a month. You really have to study hard. If you’re going to be a chef, be a furnace chef!” Sang Ming advised earnestly.

Mulberry: ???

“His name is Sun Jikai, from that what’s-it-called ton, seems like he graduated from I-ton Business School, an American school, pretty impressive, also a furnace chef,” Sang Ming said.

“You mean Wharton Business School at the University of Pennsylvania, right?” Mulberry knew of Wharton Business School, but she didn’t understand why a Wharton graduate would want to become a chef.

Sun Jikai: <(«’V »)/~

Ever since he arrived at Taifeng Building, there weren’t many who could even mention Wharton’s name. When Mulberry directly said ‘University of Pennsylvania,’ he was so moved that he almost burst into tears of joy.

“Let’s go, I’ll take you for some delicious food!” Sang Ming led Mulberry away.

“I want to eat fried chicken!”

“Nope.”

“I want to eat barbeque!”

“Noway.”

“Didn’t you say you were taking me for something delicious?”

“We’re going to have roast duck, you idiot. We’re in Beiping; what the hell do we need fried chicken or BBQ.for?”

The similarly well-educated from Taifeng Building, Zhang Weiyu: ???

“Why didn’t he mention my academic background just now?” Zhang Weiyu felt like he might have been snubbed.

“Maybe it’s because… you’re just a cutting board chef, it’s not educational,” Jiang Feng guessed.

Zhang Weiyu: