Wearing eighty books, the little widow turns into a rich woman

When Lin Lan returned to the pastry shop, she rode her bicycle through the vegetable market and bought two handfuls of fresh and tender Duanyang must-have vegetables, put Chinese vegetables in the vegetable basket, hung four old ducks on the back seat of the car, and bought a bunch of mushrooms. I put the mushrooms in the back, and then I went back to the pastry shop.

Before seven o'clock, the number of people buying vegetables gradually increased, which may be the reason why Lin Lan's rice dumplings had all kinds of flavors, but there were more people buying rice dumplings than yesterday.

There are also many old customers who have bought Lin Lan's rice dumplings in Eucalyptus Forest, and they will come again.

Both Qiaohui and Tong Xinglan were relieved, and the small owner of the steamed bun shop opposite came over with a smile and looked at Tong Xinglan: "Sister Yao, your business is better."

Tong Xinglan rolled his eyes at him, and said angrily: "Whether the business is good or not is none of your business?"

The little boss smiled at her with a good temper: "Sister Yao, don't do this, there are so many people in Dongshi, it's impossible to grab your business."

"Hmph! I'm too lazy to talk to you." Tong Xinglan gave him a sideways glance, then turned and entered the shop.

Seeing that Tong Xinglan had left, the little boss asked Qiaohui with a blushing face, "Sister, is she your sister?"

"I'm not your eldest sister, I'm your aunt! Ha po po." Qiao Hui angrily sat on the stool and ignored him.

At noon, when Zhigang came back from closing the stall, Lin Lan asked him to kill two ducks, and sent him back to Lexing to raise the other two. Tomorrow, he would send the Duanyang Festival gift to the opposite side with the little boss smiling. As she was talking, she still looked at Tong Xinglan in the pastry shop from time to time.

Qiaohui waved to Tong Xinglan who was in the shop, and when she came out, she said, "I see that steamed bun across the way, probably interested in you."

Tong Xinglan glanced at the opposite side, saw Mantou looking over with a smile, turned her head and said cheerfully: "Don't tell me, the boy on the opposite side is fat and white, he looks like a Mantou."

Qiaohui glanced at her, and joked with a smile: "You don't want to see that steamed bun too, do you?"

"I don't like steamed buns." Tong Xinglan said, then turned and walked towards the shop.

In the afternoon, three units came to pick up the rice dumplings that had been ordered.

The zongzi was also finished, Lin Lan distributed the wages to several aunts, and another person gave a few zongzi, and the aunts happily carried the zongzi and left.

Qiaohui looked at the zongzi in the basket, and sighed: "Oh, I'm finally done making them. I used to think that the zongzi leaves were fragrant and pleasant. After smelling them for a few days, I don't even like eating zongzi."

Lin Yuezhen smiled and gestured to her: "That's how rare things come from. Once there are more things, no matter how delicious they are, they don't feel rare anymore."

Tong Xinglan said: "That's right, after I came to my cousin, Sachima, the rarest rice flower candy I used to have, is no longer rare."

Lin Lan smiled and said, "Today I'll give you a change of taste, and tonight we'll have a stewed old duck soup."

Tong Xinglan smiled brightly: "Okay, have a good meal tonight."

Lin Lan took out the miscellaneous mushrooms she bought from the back of the clip, Qiaohui looked at them and said there were a few boletus and morel mushrooms inside.

A lot of yellow mud and humus were stuck to the fresh fungus, so the three of them scraped and cleaned the fungus for later use.

The old shelduck was chopped into large pieces and poured into a pot with cold water, and poured some wine into it to blanch.After blanching, rinse twice with clean water and put it in a casserole.

Put in sliced ​​ginger, a pinch of wolfberry, an appropriate amount of salt, a handful of scallions, and then put a dozen slices of ham into the pot. After boiling on high heat, simmer on low heat for half an hour, then pour the mushrooms into the casserole, boil on high heat and simmer for half an hour. Bring to a simmer.

Lin Lan checked the time. It was past six o'clock, and Li Xiangyang hadn't come back yet. She thought he might not be back in time.

After a while, Zhigang, Lao Li and Xiaodouzi also came here.

I saw that there was still a stove at the door of the store, and there were not many zongzi in the pot.

Lin Lan told Lao Li that the business this year was much better than last year, and it might not be so good next year.

Lao Li also saw the row of stoves at the entrance of the restaurant and steamed bun shop across the street, and said with a smile: "This is how business is done, and more people will follow suit next year."

Lin Lan thought so too.

A few people went to the backyard, and Xiaodouzi looked curiously at the zongzi in the basket: "Wow! You are so good at making so many zongzi."

Tong Xinglan smiled and pinched his nose: "Little Douzi, Auntie told you, we didn't make these rice dumplings, but Miss Tianluo made them for us."

After hearing this, Xiaodouzi shook his head again and again: "My cousin is lying, my mother said that the snail girl is a fairy tale."

"Smart!" Lin Lan rubbed his head with a smile, "Biao Auntie thinks that we, Xiaodouzi, are young and want to deceive others."

Xiaodouzi, who was praised, looked at Lin Lan happily: "Mom, grandma said she likes to eat the red sweet potato dumplings made by you, do you have any more?"

"There are still a dozen left in the refrigerator, and I will take them back to my grandma later."

Lin Lan put the casserole on the table, lifted the lid of the casserole, and a fresh scent wafted out: "Dad, I bought an old duck and some mushrooms, and stewed a pot of old duck mushroom soup."

"I also bought two ducks, as well as gifts for the Dragon Boat Festival. If Xiangyang doesn't come back tomorrow, you will be the only one to give gifts to my in-laws. I'm sorry to my in-laws."

"Thank you, Dad. Mom and Dad know that Xiang Yang has something to do, so they won't mind."

"Okay, tell your dad, when Xiang Yang comes back, I'll go and drink with him and play chess."

"Ok!"

Lin Lan patted a few garlic cloves and dried sea peppers into the pot, stir-fried twice, poured the Chinese vegetables into the pot, stir-fried a few times over high heat, and put them on a plate.

Cold pig ears, old shelduck stewed with mushrooms, a large plate of Chinese vegetables with garlic, everyone feels satisfied after eating.

After Lao Li had eaten, he took Xiaodouzi and Zhigang away, and Lin Lan stayed behind to cook zongzi.

After dark, Lin Lan closed the door, took Qiao Hui and the two of them put the rice dumplings into the pot, and the three of them took turns to rest.

Just after twelve o'clock, Lin Lan leaned on the bamboo chair and waited for the rice dumplings to come out of the pot, when she suddenly heard someone knocking on the door, and carefully heard that it was Li Xiangyang calling.

Lin Lan pulled the latch, opened the door and saw Li Xiangyang standing at the door, looking at her with bright eyes: "Honey, I'm back."

"How do you know I'm here?" Lin Lan looked at him with a smile in her eyes.

Li Xiangyang stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, "I miss you. Uncle Da sent me home, and Dad said you were here, so I rode here after taking a shower."

In an instant, warm lips covered her lips, and Lin Lan's unspoken words were trapped between them.

After a while, Lin Lan looked up at Li Xiangyang, "Are you hungry? There are rice dumplings inside."

"Hungry." Li Xiangyang squeezed her hand, and Lin Lan blushed and squeezed the soft flesh around his waist.

Li Xiangyang held her hand, and the two walked towards the backyard together. As soon as they entered the backyard, they smelled the smell of rice dumplings: "Honey, you're still cooking rice dumplings, don't you sleep?"

The old man said that this year's zongzi business was good, and Lin Lan didn't sleep well after being busy for a few days.

"Sleeping. Qiaohui and I are taking shifts. This pot will be ready in half an hour. Pick it up and pour another pot of rice dumplings in, and it will be Xinglan's turn."

"Okay, it's cooked, let's go home together."

"I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you."