A small breakfast shop in the street market, supporting the family and making money

As soon as they entered the house, the uncle and nephew, who had been busy all morning, were tempted by the rich bone soup.

The little twins who heard the noise came out and saw that they not only carried back firewood, but also pheasants. They couldn't help but stare in amazement.

"Wow, pheasant, what a beautiful pheasant!"

The two little ones jumped forward, staring at the colorful feathers, their mouths wide open with excitement.

"This was caught by my eldest sister. My eldest sister is so awesome."

Leng Cang's face was filled with pride, and he grinned with excitement.

After hearing this, the adults in the house were shocked but also very happy. Not only for the pheasant, but also because after Leng Yan recovered from his illness, life at home seemed to be getting better little by little.

This feeling is particularly obvious when the family sits around the table, each holding a bowl of fragrant radish and bone soup.

They were all amazed that the radishes they were tired of eating at home and the worthless pork bones could be made into such delicious food.

"I never thought that the radish stewed in this bone soup would be so delicious."

Zhang Cuiniang has been cooking for many years and eating radishes for decades, but this is the first time she has eaten radishes that she likes so much.

The radish that has been frosted has lost its spicy taste, leaving only sweet and juicy moisture.

If you eat it once by chance, you will definitely love it.

But in the winter here, the only edible vegetables are radishes and greens. In addition, with little oil and salt, the radishes and greens are boiled in the same old way every day. No matter how delicious the food is, you will get tired of it.

Therefore, the radish stewed with bone soup for the first time today, having absorbed the rich and fragrant soup, must have tasted very different from that cooked with bland water.

"Yes, yes. This big bone looks smooth and has no meat at all. I didn't expect the bone soup made from it to be so delicious."

The little twins watched eagerly as the bone soup was cooked bit by bit, and they were completely intoxicated by the aroma throughout the whole process.

"You two little brats."

Leng Su smiled at their smacking lips and said, "It took nearly an hour to stew, and a lot of firewood was burned. How could it not taste good?"

"Yeah, it tastes good, but it consumes too much fuel."

Zhang Cuiniang felt a little sad when she thought of the firewood she had used in the morning.

Food, oil, salt, needles and thread all cost money. Farmers try to reduce expenses as much as possible when cooking. Normally, no family would be so meticulous that a bowl of soup would take an hour to stew.

"Mother, sister-in-law, you have to sacrifice to gain. Everything is worth it for the delicious food!"

Leng Yan understood and was open-minded about it, and at the same time, he became more determined to lead his family to prosperity.

Afterwards, she served a bowl of soup to Grandpa, Dad, Mom, and Aunt, and then said, "Bone soup is very nourishing, but it needs to be stewed for a long time to bring out the nutrients. You must drink more."

As for my uncle and elder brother, the twins, they were already drinking till their mouths were full of oil, and they kept echoing and praising.

As he spoke, Leng Yan fished out the chopped bones from the pot and threw one to the eager-eyed Da Huang next to him. Then he said:

"Look, this is pig bone marrow, very tender and delicious."

Afterwards, she demonstrated how to eat pig bone marrow. Everyone followed suit and were amazed by the tender and fatty pig bone marrow.

Zhang Cuiniang and Leng Su were used to being frugal, so they felt subconsciously reluctant to give up. But now that they saw the children eating happily, their consciousness was quietly changing.

After the meal, Grandpa Leng helped to bleed the two pheasants, while Zhang Cuiniang and Leng Su prepared to boil water to remove the feathers.

It is impossible to keep pheasants in the winter, as it wastes food and loses meat. It is better to kill one and eat it now, and pickle one to eat during the New Year.

"Dad, can you help me weave some baskets?"

Everyone else was busy in an orderly manner, so Leng Yan went to the west room to find Leng Xun, who was weaving baskets.

"Okay, Yan girl, what kind do you want?"

Leng Xun smiled naively, still a little uncomfortable with his daughter's sudden cleverness.

"It's just like this..."

As Leng Yan spoke, he brought two wooden barrels to demonstrate.

"It's almost like a barrel-shaped basket, but it's smaller and can fit freely into the barrel."

Leng Xun compared the two barrels and immediately nodded to show that he understood, then asked for details.

"Should we leave a gap in the basket, or weave a handle so it's easier to carry."

Leng Yan nodded repeatedly with excitement. She thought that without knowing the reason, her father would think she was fooling around and would not agree easily.

Unexpectedly, her father didn't even ask her what she wanted these things for, but just nodded and agreed and gave her opinion.

"Yes, both are fine. I just want the gap to be smaller, just enough to hold the soybeans without them falling out."

"to make!"

Leng Xun nodded, "To weave something like this, you need thin rattan strips. I happen to have some thin rattan strips that you don't need for weaving baskets. How many do you want, girl Yan?"

Leng Yan estimated that he would need four for the time being. "That's fine, I'll be able to edit it for you tomorrow." Leng Xun said as he began to work.

Leng Yan wanted a basket for growing bean sprouts. After she finished that, she went to look for the soybeans she had bought two days ago.

She roughly calculated that one pound of soybeans can produce about six to seven pounds. A wooden barrel can produce about one and a half pounds of soybeans at a time. Four wooden barrels can produce six pounds of soybeans.

She bought high-quality soybeans, which were larger and had fewer bad ones.

But considering that it was the first time to grow bean sprouts and he had to rely entirely on visual inspection, he couldn't grasp the amount, so Leng Yan decided to soak seven pounds of soybeans directly.

After picking out the bad ones and cleaning the soybeans, soak them in water.

The next morning, her father finished weaving the basket.

Leng Yan then packed the soaked soybeans into baskets, then put the baskets into wooden barrels, added an appropriate amount of water, covered the soybeans with multiple layers of wet gauze, and then placed them in a shaded and dark place.

"Sister, are you planting beans?"

Leng Qi squatted beside him with his hands on his chin, looking very curious.

As far as he could remember, his grandfather and father seemed to have grown loofah seedlings in the same way, but it also seemed different and he couldn't remember clearly.

"Stupid, of course I'm not planting beans. There's no soil in here, how can I plant anything?"

Leng He was also squatting beside them, with the same curious look on her face: "Sister, are you going to make soft tofu?"

She had seen Grandma Lin in the village making tofu several times, and it seemed that the beans were soaked in the same way, but she couldn't remember it clearly.

"None of that."

Leng Yan moved the wooden barrel to a corner with a suitable temperature while explaining to them.

"Sister is making a delicious dish. You will know when it is ready."

When they heard there was something delicious to eat, the little twins' eyes lit up.

There was no need for Leng Yan to tempt him; he just started clamoring for help.

Leng Yanle was happy to have assistants, so he patiently taught them how to take care of the baby.

The little twins learned the tricks very well. They would go to check it out as soon as they opened their eyes every day. They were very skilled at adding water, shading, and adjusting the temperature.

Leng Yuan was very satisfied. After five or six days, his hard work paid off and the bean sprouts grew.

Not only did it grow well, but the roots were also moist and full. The whole thing showed tender yellow petals and moist rhizomes.

It looks very crispy, tender and delicious, fresh and tasty, suitable for stir-frying, mixing and making soup.

That night Leng Yan picked some bean sprouts and made scrambled eggs and bean sprout and pheasant soup.