The Game of Life

Chapter 881: Extra 2: Ji Xia Chapter (Three) Chapter 881: Extra 2: Ji Xia Chapter (Three) If you had to describe Jiang Feng’s performance at last night’s New Year’s Eve dinner in one sentence, it would probably be, “The hero has perished before achieving success, leaving him in endless tears.”

Even though it was already early morning on the first day of the lunar new year and firecracker sounds had awoken him, the memories of last night’s New Year’s Eve battle still lingered in Jiang Feng’s mind.

Last year, when he had helped the old man in the kitchen, Jiang Feng remembered to eat a bit more to pad his stomach. This year, maybe because it was his first year taking charge of the cooking and he was too nervous, all he had on his mind was whether the dishes were enough and completely forgot about the serious matter of whether he would get to eat or not.

Let’s put it this way, if Jiang Feng’s table hadn’t been one with the younger relatives, where he had already established an exceedingly lofty status, being virtually worshipped by Jiang Junqing and Jiang Junlian, he might not even have had enough to eat yesterday evening.

It was too tragic.

Too cruel.

The principle of the survival of the fittest was fully exemplified at the Jiang Family’s New Year’s Eve dinner table.

Jiang Feng sighed and glanced at the time—it was just past six o’clock in the morning—as he got out of bed to prepare breakfast.

This might just be the tragedy of the Jiang Family’s figure of authority, gaining everyone’s respect meant getting up early to make breakfast.

The whole family was waiting for congee in the morning, and Mrs. Jiang was waiting to eat red bean rice balls.

Ah, couldn’t they just skip breakfast since it’s the first day of the new year?

Jiang Feng, who insisted on having breakfast every first day of the new year, just wanted to eat without having to cook.

Jiang Feng hadn’t even reached the yard when he bumped into Jiang Weiming, who had already been up for a while. Although Jiang Weiming looked very cheerful with his usual smile, Jiang Feng could sense that it was not a smile of habit but one of genuine, heartfelt joy.

“Granduncle Weiming, happy New Year.” Actually, Jiang Feng had already said this to Jiang Weiming after midnight last night, but he felt he should say it again this morning.