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

Old Man Leng in the room was also shocked when he saw the man covered in blood, and asked what was going on.

After Leng Yan entered the house, he briefly explained the situation, thinking that the last time he rescued them in the mountains, these two people were still unconscious.

I thought they definitely didn't know me, and I didn't intend to tell them.

Because it’s hard to explain and I don’t want them to know.

The doctor was called in quickly, examined the injury, prescribed some medicine, told him to take good care of himself, and then left.

Afterwards, her mother and aunt went to the kitchen to boil medicine, and Leng Yan then remembered to ask their names.

The young man had slowly woken up and coughed twice in a hoarse voice: "Gu...Gu Yin."

"He is Zifeng."

As he spoke, Gu Yin pointed at Zifeng next to him and introduced him.

"Thank you all for saving my life. I will always remember your kindness."

Gu Yin's face was pale. He stood up with difficulty and performed the salute as a junior.

Leng Huai and Leng Cang hurriedly supported the man. Leng Yan didn't say much, just briefly introduced his family's situation, then turned around and left.

Old Master Leng then asked some more questions until Zhang Cuiniang and the other person entered the room with the medicine bowls. Only then did he let them drink the medicine and have a good rest.

Seeing that their clothes were covered in dirt and blood and were somewhat torn, he quickly found some old clothes for them to change into.

"You guys just stay here for now. We're not rich, but we still have hot meals and warm blankets."

Old Master Leng spoke earnestly. Looking at Gu Yin, who was covered in blood and only looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, he somehow thought of his eldest son.

When my eldest son joined the army, he seemed to be this big. I wonder if he looked like this when he was injured on the battlefield, covered in blood and scars.

Alas, it has been so long, it seems like a lifetime ago.

Mr. Leng's wrinkled face was covered with traces of time.

Considering the wounded during dinner and being too busy to buy meat, Leng Yan specially killed a domestic hen to make soup.

The chickens raised in early spring, after several months of growth, are not as fat as one or two year old hens, but they are also fat.

Therefore, the stewed chicken soup is delicious, the meat is tender, and it is particularly tasty.

Leng Qi Leng He, who had been working diligently and was responsible for raising chickens, ducks, and rabbits, was extremely reluctant when she heard that she had to kill chickens and make soup.

When it came to drinking the soup at the end, they each held a chicken leg, but they were the ones who drank it the most happily.

It turns out that the ones you raise yourself are safe to eat and taste good!

After the Sheng Mansion’s birthday banquet, life returned to peace for a while.

The food shop was still bustling with customers. Leng Yan had previously customized a clay pot soup stove and small soup bowls from Tao Jing Village, and Boss Tao even delivered them to her door.

Leng Yan was so busy during this period that she almost forgot about this matter.

"Oh, thank you so much, Boss Tao, for sending the things over."

Leng Yan, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the noise and hurried out.

"It's not a big deal, it's just a matter of convenience."

Boss Tao said this with a smile as he ordered his men to move the large jars and small soup bowls down from the carriage.

These ceramic jars were fragile and difficult to load and unload from the truck. By the time everything was put away, everyone was sweating.

Leng Yan asked her eldest brother to take her to the backyard to wash her face. Seeing that it was lunch time, she thought that they must not have eaten yet, so she quickly put a few meals on the plates and brought them to the private room.

When they came out from the backyard, they were politely led to the private room for dinner.

"Boss Tao, we don't have much to offer you, but luckily we're in the food business, so we can still provide you with enough food."

"Thank you very much for your kindness, Miss Leng."

Boss Tao and his group were not polite either. As soon as they entered the shop, they smelled the fragrance of the dishes and had already been attracted by them.

Now my hungry stomach is rumbling.

So as soon as he sat down and saw such delicious and unique food, he started to eat it voraciously.

After they entered the entrance, their eyes suddenly lit up.

“Oh my god, this is so delicious.

The chicken nuggets, the spareribs, and even the stir-fried vegetables all tasted so good that they were so delicious that they made my mouth water."

The group of people praised the food as they ate, and Boss Tao kept giving thumbs up. After they finished eating with relish, everyone had a bulging stomach.

At this time, Leng Yan brought them some sour plum soup, asking them to drink it to help digestion and relieve fatigue, and also to pay the balance of the clay pot soup stove.

"Miss Leng, you only opened this small shop for your excellent cooking skills. It's really a waste of your talent."

As a fellow businessman, Boss Tao is just as shrewd.

Based on his experience of eating in so many restaurants, the taste of Leng's food is definitely among the best.

"Boss Tao, you're joking. We just make ends meet by running a small business."

Be humble when you should be humble, and be low-key when you should be low-key. Leng Yan smiled and exchanged a few words of greeting. However, she saw Boss Tao staring at her thoughtfully. She couldn't help but look at him in confusion.

Boss Tao actually laughed, "I just have an idea in my mind, but it has not yet taken shape. It won't be too late to tell Miss Leng after I confirm it later."

Seeing this, Leng Yan stopped asking questions. After seeing off Boss Tao and his group, she began to study the clay pot soup stove.

The interior of the large vat is separated by layers of iron sheets in a stepped shape. Charcoal fire can be placed at the bottom, and a bottom furnace door is reserved for ventilation and adjustment of the size of the fire.

Each layer can evenly hold a dozen or so soup pots, and the layers are stacked evenly, so a large amount can be served at one time.

After all the utensils were prepared, Leng Yan started making clay pot soup the next day.

Because it was the first day, she only made three kinds of soups: yam and pork ribs, astragalus chicken soup, and meat pie and egg soup.

Prepare all the ingredients, put them into the soup bowl in appropriate amounts, add water, and cover the bowl with a lid. Mark different types of soups for easy identification.

Then put them one by one on the iron rack on the wall of the vat and simmer slowly over low heat.

After everything was ready, Leng Yan breathed a sigh of relief and sat aside to rest.

The people in the shop were watching in amazement, and when they saw that she had finished her work, they all started to ask questions.

"Yan girl, is this enough? Can it be cooked?"

Aunt Liu and the others expressed their confusion.

"It looks like a small stove at home, but it's bigger than a small stove. I wonder how they came up with this."

"Yes, this way, one pot can produce dozens of different soups, which really saves time and effort."

"Big sister, if you light such a big fire, will this big vat explode?"

Leng Cang poked his head out, looked around, his face full of curiosity.

Leng Yan listened to their discussions with amusement, and after the soup in the clay pot was ready, he took out a few bowls for them to try the taste.

Using the matching spoon, each person holds a bowl of soup, and they feel that the soup is fresh, hot and delicious. It is really nourishing and delicious.

"Mm, it's delicious. The soup is clear, shiny, fresh and delicious. I've never tasted such delicious soup before."

The taciturn Aunt Hong was holding a bowl of soup, tears in her eyes, and she was quite emotional.