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

On the way, Zhang Cuiniang and others learned that Zhan Ying had been invited to help again, and they all welcomed her warmly.

Leng Su and Zhan Ying are of similar age, and they used to often play together or go up the mountain to dig wild vegetables together.

Now he was even happier hearing that, and said that he would help her get used to it slowly.

After arriving at the shop, Leng Yan assigned tasks to everyone. Leng Su and Zhan Ying first picked and washed the leeks and amaranth, and then cut the stuffing.

Leng Huai and Leng Cang wiped the tables and cleaned the shop, while Old Man Leng chopped wood and made a fire.

Aunt Liu kneaded the dough and rolled out the dough wrappers, Zhang Cuiniang chopped the meat filling, and Leng Yan diced the tofu and mixed it with the filling to make the tofu pan-fried buns. Then everyone made dumplings together.

After the leeks and amaranth are cut and washed, you also need to make leek boxes, steamed vegetable dragons with amaranth filling, and the signature sauce-flavored cakes.

Everyone worked without stopping for a moment, and when they were almost done, guests started to arrive one after another.

Leng Huai and Leng Cang stepped forward to greet the guests and introduced today's meal.

When the diners heard that the fillings of today's pan-fried dumplings and steamed vegetable dragons were changed, some were reluctant to give them up while others were eager to try them.

"What? The pan-fried buns with shepherd's purse and egg filling are gone? They are my favorite!"

"Yeah, yeah, the steamed vegetable dragon was actually replaced with amaranth filling. How can it be delicious?"

“Tofu can be used as fillings. This is the first time I’ve heard of this.

But Lengji’s Mapo Tofu is delicious, so I think the tofu pan-fried buns will taste good too.”

"Who says it's not true? Anyway, I only trust Leng Ji for taste. I've been eating here for so many days and have tried all the delicacies in the shop, but I haven't found a single bad one!"

"Ah, no, no, I still can't accept it. Why is my shepherd's purse stuffing gone?"

"Hey, does anyone still remember my Bai Yueguang elm seed steamed bread? I stopped selling it a few days ago, but it was my favorite.

Can you believe that I, who never eats steamed bread, would be obsessed with a steamed bread stuffed with elm money? "

Hearing the diners' discussions, Zhang Cuiniang and the others felt nervous, fearing that the diners would be angry and not want to buy.

Seeing this, Leng Yan next to him hurried forward to explain.

“Dear diners, please be quiet, please be quiet, the seasons are different, the ingredients are different, there is nothing we can do about it.

Therefore, we have to make some adjustments to the food in the shop from time to time, but I can guarantee that every food is made by us with care and the taste is not bad. You will know it once you try it. "

After hearing her say this, the diners all understood. After all, the changing of seasons is not something that can be changed by human power.

"Yes, yes, the weather is getting hot, and shepherd's purse is not tasty when it's old. If you want to eat it, you have to wait until next year."

"Who says it's not true? Besides, if we don't have shepherd's purse fried buns, don't we still have chive box and sauce-flavored pancakes? These are the signature dishes of the Leng family."

"Yes, yes, yes, these pan-fried dumplings with tofu filling smell really good. Boss, give me three first!"

"okay."

Leng Yan responded with a smile and handed the dish over on a plate neatly.

The man looked at the white, tender and round buns sprinkled with crisp chopped green onions and black sesame seeds and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

When you take a bite, you can feel the tofu filling in the pan-fried bun sliding into your mouth. It is hot, smooth and juicy.

"Shh, so fragrant and tender, this tofu filling is so delicious, it has such a unique taste!"

The onlookers saw him eating with relish and couldn't imagine how delicious tofu-filled pan-fried dumplings could be, so they kept asking him questions.

But the man was grimacing due to the burns and had to concentrate on eating, so he had no time to pay attention to them.

This aroused the appetite of the crowd, who no longer hesitated and rushed to buy it to try it.

In the blink of an eye, a long queue formed in front of the shop. You want three, I want five. Leng Yan and his friends were so busy that they were very happy.

Even the ingredients prepared today are selling out faster than usual.

In the end, many people came for the tofu-filled pan-fried buns, but did not buy anything. They kept asking them to prepare more ingredients in the future.

Leng Yan could only agree and comfort them with a smile, asking them to come earlier tomorrow so that the new products replaced today would be very popular.

The shop is still busy, and Qingming Festival is here in a blink of an eye.

In this era, Qingming Festival is a big day, so Lengji Snack Shop is closed today.

It was drizzling in the early morning, and the Leng family had just finished breakfast.

Old Man Leng is about to lead his two sons and two grandsons to the village ancestral hall to hold Qingming Festival sacrifices.

There is a large ancestral hall in Lengzhan Village that was built with collective funds, and it enshrines the ancestors of several families in the village.

During every important festival, the elders of each family would bring their descendants to burn incense and offer fruits to their ancestors.

Today's Qingming Festival is of course no exception, except that only men can go to the ancestral hall to worship their ancestors, while women cannot go.

Therefore, after Old Man Leng and his companions left, Zhang Cuiniang, Leng Su, Leng Yan and others put the incense, candles, paper money and offerings they had bought earlier into the basket.

After the men have finished offering sacrifices to their ancestors in the ancestral hall, each family can go back home and burn paper for their relatives at the graves.

About half an hour later, the grandfather and grandson came back holding umbrellas. Without even taking a rest, the whole family went up the mountain carrying the baskets on their backs.

Women were allowed to go with relatives to burn paper at their graves, so after locking the door, the family went to the west mountain holding umbrellas.

As the name suggests, Xishan is a cemetery, and the villagers of Cold War Village probably ended up there.

Leng Yan's father, Leng Xun, had recovered from his injuries, so he took a sickle and led the way, clearing away the branches that were in the way.

Along the way, they met neighbors from the village from time to time, but today was a special day and there was no need to worry about family matters. They just nodded in greeting.

The mountain road was difficult to walk on when it rained, and the soles of the Leng family's shoes were covered with a thick layer of mud. Just when Leng Yan felt that his height-increasing insoles were getting higher and higher, they finally arrived.

The ancestors of the Leng family were buried close together, and after various offerings were placed on them.

They have to burn incense, kowtow and burn paper money to their ancestors first, and then they will pay their respects to their great-grandfather and great-grandmother, that is, grandpa's parents.

Finally, it was her grandmother who had passed away young. Leng Yan knelt in front of her grandmother's grave the longest. She told her grandmother her life story clearly in her heart.

After spending some time together, she felt more and more that the lie she had made up seemed to be true.

Leng Yan of this era, the soul that was missing when he was born, seemed to have really traveled through time to the present and lived for more than twenty years.

Then she traveled back in time, and after her soul returned to her place, she learned many unknown things in advance.

And she, Leng Yan, is Leng Yan. No matter which time and space Leng Yan is in, she is actually the same Leng Yan.

Leng Yan closed his eyes and silently told the story in his heart, and then he felt relaxed all over.

When she opened her eyes again, she felt that the world couldn't be more beautiful.

She took a deep breath of the fresh air in the forest, and saw a spring breeze blowing across the clouds in the distant mountains, revealing a rainbow after the rain.

"Sister Yan, come over here and weed."

Zhang Cuiniang suddenly spoke up, pulling Leng Yan back to reality, "Mom, look, it's a rainbow!"

Leng Yan was extremely surprised. Zhang Cuiniang watched for a while before giving a reminder in a low voice.

She didn't understand what was going on, so she went to see what was going on. She saw her grandfather sitting beside her grandmother's grave with his head lowered, looking very old.