The Game of Life-Chapter 707 - : 706
Chapter 707: 706
Sun Maochai didn’t stay long at Sun Jikai’s place; after saying what needed to be said and finishing the bottle of mineral water, he left.
Sun Jikai had completely sobered up and was no longer depressed. With his sleeves rolled up, he could revert to his former self, and Sun Changping wasn’t so drunk that he needed to be looked after. Qiu Fu stayed a few more minutes after Sun Maochai left, making sure that both Sun Jikai and Sun Changping were alright before leaving.
“Xiaokai, the weather is nice today. If possible, go out and take a walk,” Qiu Fu advised before he left.
Sun Jikai nodded, went to the window, opened it, and drew back the curtains to let the sunlight in.
The harsh summer sun was especially dazzling, causing Sun Jikai to squint reflexively and shield his eyes with his hand.
But it was also strikingly brilliant.
The sunlight streaming into the room made many things that were not very noticeable before quite evident.
Like the dust, and the stains left on the dining table from uncleaned takeout boxes.
Not to mention the pervasive and unpleasant smell of alcohol; Sun Jikai, because he had been staying at home for so long, had become accustomed to it and had not minded before. But now, after opening the window to ventilate and breathing in the fresh air, he found the smell of alcohol in the house unbearable.
It was just as well that Sun Maochai and Qiu Fu were good actors; when they came in, they didn’t blink an eye. A younger and less experienced person might have thrown up on the spot.
“Dad, let’s clean up the house,” Sun Jikai said.
“Ah?” Sun Changping’s reaction was still a bit slow. It took him several seconds to catch on, “Clean up? Oh, yes, it’s time to clean up.”
They had holed up so long in this room that calling it a pigsty would be an insult to actual pigsties.
The father and son, who had given up on themselves for a while, took up mops and cloths and started to clean the small house—a house that, despite its size, was a hassle to clean. The corners were filled with dust, and the stains on the dining table and floor were difficult to remove, not to mention the mess in Sun Changping’s room, strewn with beer bottles—it was a disaster area.
Having little to no cleaning experience, these amateur janitors started tackling this challenging task. Halfway through, Sun Jikai even began to think about selling the house and moving somewhere else.
“Xiaokai, use your phone to look up how to remove this grease stain. This grease on the dining table must be from the spicy hot pot you ate over half a month ago. I can’t get it off no matter how hard I try; go look it up,” Sun Changping said after scrubbing the table for more than twenty minutes, so long that Sun Jikai wondered if he was shirking his duties.
“Alright,” Sun Jikai put aside the sofa he had been dragging and picked up his phone that he had kicked into a corner at some unknown time and had run out of battery.
After connecting the charging cable and waiting for over a minute, Sun Jikai turned on his phone. Before he could even open the browser, he received a barrage of WeChat and QQ message alerts. A simple swipe brought up news about the Sun Family inheritance dispute. Sun Jikai had no desire to read the news; these days, media outlets could spread rumors without fear of legal consequences—they didn’t just get away with it for free but could even make money from it. Plus, with that incomprehensibly convoluted maneuver performed by his mother, Sun Jikai could easily imagine at least five different versions of how the media would report on their family’s situation.
Sun Jikai opened WeChat.
His contacts were bustling with activity.
Just about everyone he knew had sent him a message: friends, classmates, business partners, teachers, ex-girlfriends, ex-girlfriends’ current boyfriends, even the repairman responsible for fixing the pipes at Jubao Building had sent him a WeChat message. There were messages from those who genuinely cared, those who were merely curious, those seeking information, those who reveled in other people’s misfortune, rubberneckers, and those who were simply looking for some excitement—so many that Sun Jikai considered cleaning out his WeChat friends list.
He kept scrolling down until he finally found the message he was looking for.
The message from Jiang Feng.
Because Jiang Feng had sent his message last, it was closer to the top compared to other people from Taifeng Building, pushing messages from Ji Yue and others to the bottom.
After thinking for a moment, Sun Jikai made a WeChat call to Jiang Feng.
On the other side, Jiang Feng was having lunch.
The responsibility for today’s lunch fell on Dong Li and Jiang Jiankang. With little appetite, Jiang Feng had his biological father whip up a light stir-fried rice with bacon and pickled vegetables. He sat at the same table with Wu Minqi, Ji Xia, and Ji Xue, shoveling the stir-fried rice into his mouth disinterestedly.
Ji Xia was sitting opposite Jiang Feng, devouring braised pork heartily.
Ji Yue and Zhang Guanghang were still at the police station and hadn’t returned. Since they had filed a report from a different location and they weren’t directly related to Sun Jikai, there was some complication in the procedure. But given the Sun Family inheritance dispute was the hot topic of the day, and Zhang Guanghang’s handsome Chinese-French mixed face, the local police took their case very seriously. Ji Yue and Zhang Guanghang were still at the station providing information to the police officers and even managed to have lunch there.
According to Ji Yue’s update, the police lunch consisted of two vegetarian and one meat dish, and the taste was decent.
Jiang Feng felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.
He lethargically took out his phone from his pocket and glanced at it.
Then he froze.
He became completely still on the spot.
Ji Xia, who was seated opposite Jiang Feng and trying to sneak some of his stir-fried rice: ?
“Master, why have you stopped moving?” Ji Xia asked.
“Sun Jikai!” Jiang Feng exclaimed in alarm.
Wu Minqi & Ji Xue: ?
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“Sun Jikai is calling me!” Jiang Feng bellowed, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
“Hurry up and answer it!” Wu Minqi urged.
Jiang Feng hurriedly pressed the answer button and set the phone down on the table on speaker.
“Hello?” Jiang Feng said.
Everyone held their breath and dared not speak; even Ji Xia, who had been clamoring for braised pork, didn’t dare to eat, instead staring at the phone on the table.
“Hello.” Sun Jikai’s voice came through the phone.
“Sun Jikai… ah.” Jiang Feng’s voice started off high-pitched with excitement for the first three words, but dropped suddenly when he realized he shouldn’t be so thrilled.
Sun Jikai: ?
“Wu Minqi and Ji Yue should also be there with you, right? There’s been a lot of messages, so I won’t reply to each one. I’m fine, not having any dark thoughts, just recently wanted some peace because of some things, so I haven’t been checking my phone, nor have I replied to your messages,” Sun Jikai said.
“That’s good, that’s good; no, I mean, take your time thinking, think more, ah, no, think less, be open-minded, don’t overthink, definitely don’t overthink,” Jiang Feng quickly said. “If you find staying at FJ uncomfortable, you can come to Beiping for a visit, to Taifeng Building, and even the kitchen, all are fine.”
Sun Jikai: ?
Wu Minqi: ?
Ji Xue: ?
Ji Xia: ?
Come to the kitchen for fun???
Jiang Feng: …
Do you believe me if I say it was a slip of the tongue because I was too nervous?
Sun Jikai laughed.
“Of course, I’ll come to Beiping after a while.”
“I just don’t know if Taifeng Building is still short of chefs or if they need a few jobless chefs who are urgently looking for work.”
“Yes, of course we do, with five insurances and one housing fund, meals and accommodations included, salary negotiable — you can come anytime,” Jiang Feng agreed without hesitation, and then it hit him, “A few?”
“Yes, three.”
“Which three?”
“Me, Qiu Fu, and Sun Maochai.”
Jiang Feng: !!!
Jiang Feng grabbed the phone, wanting to turn off the speaker and discuss the matter in detail with Sun Jikai; in his excitement, he ended up hanging up the call.
Sun Jikai: ???
Jiang Feng: …
Jiang Feng was silent for a long time, then turned his head and asked Wu Minqi in a low voice, “Qiqi, do you think if Taifeng Building had three head chefs, it would seem a bit… outstanding among the commons?”
Wu Minqi: …
“Outstanding among the commons is probably not the right phrase, and also, Fengfeng, Grandpa Jiang has been watching you the whole time.”
