The Game of Life

Chapter 690: Chapter 689: What to Do When Your Boyfriend is Too Cute (Extra for Alliance Hierarch Palms!)

Jiang Feng hadn’t been to the barbecue restaurant near his residential area for a long time, If he really had to think about it, it must have been since Sun Jikai returned to Jubao Building and Ji Yue lost her barbecue pal that he hadn’t eaten at this place.

Ji Yue was the only one who really enjoyed barbecue. Jiang Feng vaguely remembered when Ji Yue was still the president of the Chess Club, she would often skip club activities and drag everyone to eat barbecue at the school’s back gate, dressed in her Burberry trench coat, with Armani loose powder, Chanel lipstick on her lips, and Jimmy Choo high heels she bought after watching “The Devil Wears Prada”—the barbecue was still Dutch, because the Chess Club’s funds weren’t enough for everyone to have a meal.

At that time, Ji Gezi could still afford to order 20 skewers of grilled kidney.

Speaking of which, Sun Jikai seemed to have disappeared for over three months now. When they parted at the airport, he said he would come to Beiping in a while, but then he disappeared without a trace. His Weibo, WeChat, and QQ accounts seemed as if they had died, and no one could get in touch with him.

If it wasn’t for suddenly remembering about eating barbecue, Jiang Feng almost forgot that there was such a person as Sun Jikai.

For all anyone knew, he might have evaporated from the face of the earth after owing money to loan sharks.

Jiang Feng arrived at the barbecue stall where Sun Jikai, after two beers, would get drunk and curse himself and his whole family as no good. Since it was still early and barely dark, the stall owner hadn’t started operating yet. Tables were set up, but the barbecue grill wasn’t ready. When Jiang Feng arrived, the owner and his wife were still skewering meat.

Seeing someone coming, the owner hurriedly said, “Here for barbecue? I haven’t set up yet, you might need to wait another half hour. Why don’t you have a seat first?”

Jiang Feng nodded, “No problem, my friend hasn’t arrived yet.”

“Young man, have a seat; I’ll get you an electric fan. How about this, take a look at what you want to eat, and I’ll give you a drink on the house.” The stall owner was quite enthusiastic and directly handed Jiang Feng a can of cold cola.

Jiang Feng sat at a small table and began scanning messages in the WeChat group, checking if Ling Guangzhao had sent any red packets—Ling Guangzhao hadn’t sent red packets in the group in a long time due to the downturn in his business, or perhaps it was because Jiang Feng hadn’t been paying much attention to the group.

Wang Hao was the epitome of corporate drudgery, working nine to six. He clocked out at six, dashed to the subway station, switched to the bus, and by the time he reached the barbecue stall, it was already past seven and the owner had started doing business.

In Beiping’s summer, it gets dark late. At past seven, it still looked like daytime; only Jiang Feng was present at the stall.

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“Feng, you haven’t ordered yet!” panting from his run there, Wang Hao was covered in sweat.

“I was waiting for you. Order whatever you want,” Jiang Feng said generously. His salary had been consistent and he hadn’t had to spend much, not to mention that he didn’t even have to provide Xiaxia with pocket money, so his coffers were more than ample.

Wang Hao was startled, thinking Feng truly lived up to being a small business owner, daring to say words like ‘order whatever you want’ at a barbecue stall with such extravagance.

Then Wang Hao ordered eighty skewers of Wuhua meat and twenty skewers of grilled kidney.

Jiang Feng: ?

You… not doing so well lately?

Of course, Jiang Feng didn’t voice these thoughts out loud. Instead, he added some other meaty dishes like small yellow croaker and duck throat to the order, plus a dozen or so vegetarian skewers to cut through the grease, and then handed the menu back to the owner, instructing him to grill the veggies last.

“Feng, how’s it going learning with Master Peng? I haven’t seen you for several months. I was thinking of treating you to a meal when I got my paycheck last month, but then Ji Yue said not to bother you for no reason, so I didn’t invite you,” Wang Hao lied through his teeth.

“Oh, what were you planning to treat me to last month?” Jiang Feng asked.

Wang Hao: “… The curry beef rice from the convenience store under our company is pretty good, I thought you might like to try it.”

Jiang Feng: …

Suddenly, he wasn’t in the mood to treat to the barbecue anymore.

But Wang Hao was a particular kind of person; he was able to write a protagonist based on Jiang Feng in a silly novel without batting an eyelid or skipping a heartbeat.

Wang Hao, who had been hammered countless times by Jiang Feng wielding a rolling pin yet weathered the storms, continued to shoot the breeze, starting to chat with Jiang Feng about the employment issues of their university classmates after graduation, which was essentially gossip.

Ever since Jiang Feng came to Beiping and became the hidden owner behind Taifeng Building, he had been out of touch with the common folk and didn’t care much about his university classmates. He only stayed two days for the thesis defense and hardly saw anyone, so naturally, he didn’t know their circumstances. Wang Hao told him that among their classmates, apart from a few who pursued further studies or got into graduate programs, some transferred to other programs, some chose to retake the exams, and a few went out to look for jobs.

The classmates who went job hunting had some entertaining stories: there were those like Wang Hao working in operations, those who got into state-owned enterprises or public institutions, those who became teachers, even those who went into sales, and even one who became a proofreader—just no one who took up a job related to their major.

Jiang Feng: ???

“Turns out, among our prestigious Optoelectronics Department, there isn’t a single person who went into a job related to the major,” Jiang Feng was astonished.

“Feng, you even switched to becoming a chef, how can you expect others to find a job that matches their major?” Wang Hao said with his mouth stuffed full of Wuhua meat.

Jiang Feng: …

Sorry, my mistake.

“By the way, Feng, you haven’t said how you’ve been lately. You seemed preoccupied just now,” Wang Hao inquired as he continued eating.

Jiang Feng sighed deeply. He had originally wanted to vent his frustrations to Wang Hao as if he were a trash can, but when he saw him, he couldn’t bring himself to complain.

“Forget about me. Hey boss, do you have any beer? Give me two bottles,” Jiang Feng decided to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

Wang Hao: ?

But Jiang Feng had forgotten that to drown one’s sorrows in drink, one needs to be able to hold their liquor.

Jiang Feng wasn’t good with alcohol, so he usually didn’t drink, and he didn’t even like it that much to begin with, only getting drunk when others compelled him to drink. He was a good drunk, simply collapsing and sleeping, never causing trouble as long as someone dragged him home.

To prevent himself from passing out and leaving Wang Hao to handle the unpaid bill, Jiang Feng had made a point of settling his tab before he felt too drunk.

But today was different.

Jiang Feng hadn’t gone yet to buy the things Wu Minqi had asked for.

Because he remembered he had things to do, he didn’t get completely drunk, and instead of sleeping it off, he was somewhat sober, in a state of being half-drunk. He couldn’t walk in a straight line and kept insisting on going to the supermarket to buy a mop.

“Mouse, why am I such a loser? It’s been two months and I still can’t max out my proficiency. Two whole months! I cook for ten hours a day, I don’t even practice knifework, so why can’t I max out my seasoning proficiency!” Jiang Feng began to pour his heart out to Wang Hao.

Wang Hao: …

He hadn’t expected Feng to be a secret novel reader, nor that he enjoyed system novels so much. Not only did he like them, but he could also get creative. Surprisingly, when drunk, he even believed he had a system.

As a newbie at work, Wang Hao had been out drinking with colleagues as well. When they got drunk, they’d say anything: boasting about having ten properties in Beiping or being able to fly by just sprouting wings. Jiang Feng’s belief that he owned a system was novel but not explosive news.

“It’s getting late, Feng. Let me take you home,” Wang Hao said as he tried to drag Jiang Feng away.

“I’m not going. Qiqi tasked me to buy a mop, dish towels, clothes hangers, and napkins. Let’s go to the supermarket to buy the stuff,” Jiang Feng said, staggering as he got up to head to the supermarket.

His walk was serpentine.

Wang Hao held Jiang Feng down, thinking to himself how Feng usually didn’t act crazy when drunk. Once in a while, he’d have a unique outbreak, unlike others who’d claim they weren’t drunk and could drink more, he’d insist on going shopping.

It’s indeed someone who’d think he had a system when drunk.

This thought process was indeed different from the average person.

“Feng, you’ve already bought them. You’ve forgotten, you told me when I first arrived that you bought a mop and napkins. You sent those home before coming here,” Wang Hao began to bluff.

Jiang Feng, still a bit groggy, took it as the truth, “I bought them?”

“Yeah, you did.”

Jiang Feng with a sad face, “Seems like not only is my cooking bad, my memory is also terrible. No wonder I can’t level up my proficiency. When will I be able to make an S-grade chicken bean curd? Without that, Granduncle Weiming can’t…”

Jiang Feng belched.

“Can’t do what?”

“My cooking sucks! My parents and grandparents are all counting on me to learn quickly. I can’t even make an S-grade dish. I really suck!” Jiang Feng collapsed.

Wang Hao: …

You finish your stories weirdly. What’s up with stopping halfway?

But with Jiang Feng passed out, Wang Hao’s job was easier. He could carry him straight home without worrying about him struggling to go to the supermarket for a mop.

Wang Hao carried Jiang Feng home and since it was almost ten o’clock, he decided just to wait in the living room until Wu Minqi came home to hand over the tasks before leaving.

Wang Hao waited for less than half an hour before Wu Minqi arrived.

Upon returning, Wu Minqi found a drunkard lying on the couch with a watchman beside him. She set down her bag and asked, “What happened here?”

“Feng and I went out for barbecue tonight, and Feng might have been under some pressure recently, so he had a bit to drink and ended up like this,” Wang Hao explained. “Feng kept insisting on going to the supermarket to buy a mop and stuff. I was afraid he’d wake up and want to go again, so I stayed and waited for you.”

Instantly understanding the situation, Wu Minqi chuckled with a mix of amusement and appreciation, “Thanks for your trouble. It’s pretty late, Wang Hao. Why don’t you head back? You have to get up early for work tomorrow.”

“Then I’ll be going, sis-in-law. That’s just how Feng is when he’s drunk, just let him sleep. You don’t need to worry about him; just wait until he wakes up tomorrow,” Wang Hao advised before leaving.

“Mhm,” Wu Minqi nodded to Wang Hao, already familiar with Jiang Feng’s drunken antics.

Once Wang Hao left, Wu Minqi went to the couch and shook Jiang Feng awake, “Fengfeng, Fengfeng, wake up. Let’s go to your room to sleep.”

The last time Jiang Feng was drunk, his brother Jiankang had carried him home. Wu Minqi didn’t have experience carrying a drunk person.

“Huh?” Jiang Feng, groggy and bleary-eyed, looked at Wu Minqi and said, “Qiqi, I think I didn’t buy the mop, dish towels, hangers, and napkins. I’ll go buy them now.”

Struggling, he tried to get up to go to the supermarket.

“The supermarket’s closed now, and I’ve already bought them. Don’t worry—come on, let’s go to your room to sleep. I’ll help you,” Wu Minqi said soothingly as she assisted Jiang Feng into his room and carefully closed the door behind her.

Standing by the door, Wu Minqi couldn’t help but laugh as she looked at it.

Her Fengfeng was just too adorable.

Even when drunk, he was so lovable.