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

When Leng Yan took a few steps closer, she heard the sound of reading aloud inside and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

She had said before that she would not take in Gu Yin and the other man for free, so since she accidentally discovered that they could read.

Leng Yan discussed with Gu Yin and asked him to help teach his uncle, elder brother, younger brother and younger sister to learn to read and write.

Of course, in their spare time, Leng Yan and her younger aunt Leng Su would also learn some things together.

Gu Yin's leg was injured, so he had difficulty moving, but he could still move his mouth. And considering the Leng family's kindness, he naturally agreed.

Therefore, Leng Yan went to the bookstore in the city and bought a few books such as Three Character Classic, Hundred Family Names, Thousand Character Classic, and the like, and the simple Leng family class started.

She knocked on the door and entered the room, and the sound of reading in the room stopped abruptly.

"It's time to eat. The rice dumplings are ready."

The people reading in the room had already smelled the fragrance wafting in.

When they heard that dinner was ready, they all got up and ran out.

Even Zifeng, who was dozing off while listening, suddenly became alert and was about to rush into the kitchen.

But at the last moment they remembered something and sat back in their original seats obediently, looking at Gu Yin who was sitting motionless on the main seat, and called out.

"Master."

Etiquette, speech and behavior are all knowledge, and the first lesson Gu Yin taught them was the rules of respecting teachers.

If the teacher doesn't speak in class, it is still class time and you have to listen to him obediently.

Needless to say, Zifeng would not dare to chase away dogs if his master asked him to catch chickens.

Seeing this, Leng Yan raised his eyebrows in surprise, shifted his gaze to Gu Yin, nodded apologetically, and left the room.

Then Gu Yin's calm and solemn voice came out, "You must memorize all the words and phrases I taught you today. I will check them one by one tomorrow."

"Okay, get out of class is over, let's go eat."

The originally delicious food was somewhat diminished by the teacher's words.

Who invented the idea of ​​memorizing? Who invented the idea of ​​checking one by one? This is every student's nightmare.

Especially when facing such a strict teacher like Mr. Gu, Leng Huai and Leng Cang's faces were wrinkled into a ball, and their heads were full of confusion.

"Hey, what's wrong? You look like eggplants hit by frost."

Leng Xun came out of the kitchen with satisfaction, but saw that his younger brother, sons and daughters all had sad faces, and he couldn't help but smile.

"It's a holiday, and I can eat delicious food, why aren't you happy?"

Leng Xun didn't understand the hardships involved and couldn't see the resentment in the eyes of several people.

Leng Yan on the side seemed to have thought of something and suddenly spoke.

"Dad, I took some time to look at today's sales account book and found a few problems. The numbers are not calculated correctly..."

In order to make it easier for her family to keep accounts, Leng Yan taught them how to use Arabic numerals and the multiplication table to do accounting.

But after they have finally learned it, when they start writing, there is always something missing.

So she thought about it and said, "Dad, after the shop closes, when you are not busy in the afternoon, you can follow your uncle and brother to attend Master Gu's class.

Learning more characters is not a bad thing. On the contrary, it will increase your knowledge reserves, and it will be easier to use them when you need to calculate accounts or record things in the future."

"What is that?"

The cold smile on his face froze in an instant, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

However, the person speaking was his beloved daughter, and no matter how unbelievable he was, he could only nod and agree.

However, Leng Huai, Leng Cang, Leng Qi and the others on the side couldn't help but laugh out loud as they rarely saw their brother and father being humiliated.

It turns out that a smile will not disappear, it will only shift.

After this interruption, the atmosphere at home became much better, until the rice dumplings came out of the pot.

As they sat together eating dinner, each of them couldn't wait to peel a rice dumpling.

The sweet rice dumplings are soft, glutinous and sweet when eaten, and the faint fragrance of the rice dumpling leaves is particularly pleasant.

The egg yolk and meat rice dumplings are salty and fragrant, with a strong sauce flavor. They are paired with the unique softness of glutinous rice and the fragrant, light yellow sandy texture of the rice dumpling leaves, creating a unique flavor.

Except for Leng Yan, it was the first time for everyone else to eat rice dumplings. Although they felt it was strange at first, the taste gradually became more and more delicious.

Especially Zifeng, no one knew what his taste was like, he tried a sweet rice dumpling and then ate three egg yolk meat rice dumplings in a row, but he didn't feel sick at all.

You should know that these dumplings are not small, each one is bigger than an adult's fist.

If he hadn't been concerned about the difficulty in digestion, he would have stretched out his paw to grab the fourth one.

"Mm, delicious, really delicious, Aunt Leng and Miss Leng, your cooking skills are really good.

During these few days of recuperation, I feel like I have gained a lot of weight.”

Zifeng's sweet words made Zhang Cuiniang very happy, and she kept feeding them food.

In comparison, Gu Yin was much more reserved. He ate one sweet and one salty rice dumpling, and some vegetables and soup, and then he was full.

The two of them lived in the Leng family for a few days and roughly got to know the simple and warm character of the Leng family.

After spending these few days together, we seem to get along well and don't feel too restrained.

Except for asking about their origins when he rescued them on the first day, he never asked any more questions afterwards, leaving them enough space.

But what they didn't know was that the reason they didn't ask was because they were reminded by Leng Yan.

People say that it is bliss to be ignorant. It is better not to know some people and some things.

The next day the weather was sunny. When I got up early in the morning, the mugwort that I had prepared a few days earlier had already been hung up.

Zhang Cuiniang also tied colorful ropes and hung sachets on the wrists of several children, even Gu Yin Zifeng and the others had some.

After finishing all these, Leng Yan loaded the rice dumplings that had been cooked yesterday and soaked in cold water onto the ox cart and prepared to go to the town.

Because it is a holiday today, the food store only sells morning products.

After finishing the morning market, it’s time to have a holiday and distribute holiday gifts.

Some of the rice dumplings we brought with us will be sold at the morning market, and some will be kept for distribution to everyone.

When the diners in the morning heard that there were rice dumplings for sale today, they were not very interested at first, after all, every household makes them.

But as soon as they heard the name of the egg yolk rice dumpling and called out, they instantly became excited.

"What is this? Rice dumplings? Why have I never heard of them?"

"Yeah, how can zongzi be sweet? This is too weird!"

"No, I can't accept it. I'll just keep it the same as before, one serving of sauce-flavored pancake and two tofu pan-fried buns."

Diners came in an endless stream, and all kinds of breakfast were still very popular, but the rice dumplings were still not available.

"Hey, Miss Leng, there are rice dumplings today."

Ayang, a loyal fan, came to queue up early in the morning. Now it was finally his turn and he couldn't help but smile.

Leng Yan smiled and replied, "Yes, there are two kinds of dumplings: sweet and meat. Brother Yang, do you want to try them?"

"Meat Zongzi, why haven't I heard of it?"

Ayang scratched his head in confusion, and based on his trust in the Leng family's cooking skills, he curiously ordered one.

"Okay, give me a meat dumpling to try."