street people

After the first few days of restraint, the relationship between Lang Song and Sun Yanshi became more natural, mainly because they are not talkative people, and they don't usually spend much time together.

With Sun Yanshi helping to take care of Lang Yue, Lang Song has not had so many scruples about finding a job recently. Basically, he takes on jobs whenever he has, and his income has increased.But he was thinking about making lunch for Sun Yanshi and Langyue who stayed in the store, so basically he only looked for jobs in the afternoon or jobs that he could go home at noon.

Sun Yanshi discussed with Lang Song and said that he could order takeaway at noon and asked him to find a full-time job.Lang Song's answer was that it doesn't matter, the income is about the same, so he didn't explain further.Sun Yanshi intuitively felt that Lang Song seemed to have something hidden in his heart, but he didn't pursue it. Lang Song was a very thoughtful person, and they were not close enough to ask about everything.

One day, while having dinner, Lang Song suddenly said to Sun Yanshi: "Brother Yan, I will burn the coal stove in the yard during this time, is that okay?"

"There's nothing wrong with that." Sun Yanshi replied, but he didn't understand why, "However, what are you doing with your coal-fired stove in summer?"

Lang Song was a little embarrassed, he pointed to the newly bought steamer, wooden barrel and old-fashioned coal stove in the corner, and explained: "I have observed it these days, and there are quite a lot of people renting in Lanying Lane. There are a lot of people coming and going.”

Sun Yanshi nodded. Although Lanying Lane is a village in the city, it has good security and a good environment. It has always been a sought-after place in various rental groups. There are many foreigners who rent here.In recent days, because Langsong got up early and opened the store early, the store's revenue has been high.

He didn't speak, but raised his chin to signal for Lang Song to continue.

Lang Song put down his chopsticks and sat upright: "There are three breakfast shops within one kilometer of this neighborhood, but the one closest to Lanying Lane is at least 500 meters away, and they are all quite expensive. I just want to set up a mobile breakfast stall at the entrance of the alley. Business should be good."

Sun Yanshi was startled, quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, and asked, "Sell buns?"

Lang Song shook his head: "It's troublesome to make steamed stuffed buns. First sell glutinous rice balls. The ingredients and production are very simple. You can cook some tea eggs and sell them."

"You know how to make?" As soon as Sun Yanshi blurted out this sentence, he realized that he had asked a stupid question. Lang Song could even wrap and steam buns, so how could he not know how to make rice balls.It was also at this moment that he understood why Lang Song didn't find a full-time job, because Lang Song had already planned to set up a mobile breakfast stand.

Sun Yanshi was a little worried, but Lang Song was already an adult, and getting stuck was a necessary step in life, so he shouldn't interfere too much.What's more, when Lang Song told him about this, it was just to say hello to him about using the coal stove, not to ask him for advice, so he just gave a few words of encouragement and didn't say much.

Lang Song is a pragmatic person, and he will do what he says.After dinner, he patiently played with Lang Yue for a while, took her upstairs to take a bath and put her to bed.He didn't go downstairs again until Langyue fell asleep, washing the pot, washing the barrel, soaking the glutinous rice, and making preparations for tomorrow's stall in an orderly manner.

Because of the headache, Sun Yanshi went back to the room after Langyue fell asleep.He wasn't sleepy, but he didn't bother to move, so he just lay flat on the bed and listened to the tinkling sounds downstairs.He could hear that Lang Song was afraid of disturbing him and Lang Yue, and tried his best to control the movement as lightly as possible, but in fact he liked the rustling sound from downstairs.

Closing his eyes, it was as if he returned to a certain year in his memory, he was doing his homework upstairs, and his mother was busy frying sanzi in the kitchen downstairs.The smell of hot oil penetrated into the room through the windows and cracks in the door, making him unable to hold his breath, and soon his mother would shout from downstairs: "Little man, the sanzi is fried, hurry up!" Come down and taste."

Listening to the small voice downstairs, Sun Yanshi slowly closed his heavy eyelids as he recalled the warm images in his mind.

After an unknown amount of time, he was awakened by a "da da da da" sound.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Sun Yanshi glanced out through the crack of the curtain. It was still dark outside, and he could barely see the blue-gray sky in the east.The entire Lanying Lane was asleep, and the sound was especially abrupt in this silent morning, making one's scalp numb after hearing it.

Sun Yanshi swallowed his throat, got up and followed the sound and went downstairs. When he stood at the stairs and saw the warm light in the kitchen, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Lang Song was busy in the kitchen. There was a steamer on the coal stove in the courtyard, steaming glutinous rice. He could already smell the rich and sweet rice aroma. He was taking advantage of this gap to prepare other ingredients.

Making rice balls is very simple. Put a sushi bamboo curtain on the chopping board to prevent the glutinous rice from sticking to the bamboo curtain, and then put a piece of plastic wrap on it, then dig out a large spoonful of glutinous rice and spread it slightly, and add cucumber shreds and corn kernels on the rice , salted duck eggs, meat floss and other materials, if you like spicy taste, add a spoonful of chili sauce, and finally roll it with a bamboo curtain and knead it into a long strip to complete it.

Today is the first day of trial operation. Lang Song prepared a small portion, about [-] servings, but the types of side dishes were not spared at all.The basic side dishes include cucumber shreds, corn kernels, pork floss, fried dough sticks, mustard, and peanuts. Additional side dishes that can be added according to personal taste include salted duck eggs, ham sausage, and shredded potatoes.

He prepared most of the side dishes last night, put them in a fresh-keeping box and kept them in the refrigerator. Today, he only needs to cook corn kernels, fry some shredded potatoes, and cut the cucumbers.

Just after cutting the cucumbers, Lang Song was concentrating on cutting potatoes, when Sun Yanshi's hoarse and sleepy voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Why so early?"

Because he was too focused, Lang Song was startled by this sudden sentence. He tilted the knife in his hand and slashed towards his index finger. Only when bright red blood dripped out did he feel a sharp pain. He quickly moved away from the chopping board and stretched out his hand. Rinse the blood away under the tap.

"what happened?"

Sun Yanshi hurried forward to check, only to see that Lang Song's fingertip was cut by a sharp blade, and blood was bubbling.He held Lang Song's wrist and turned off the faucet, and said, "I'm going to get the medicine box."

The wound was actually very shallow, but the blood flowed more violently and looked serious. Lang Song grabbed Sun Yanshi: "Brother Yan, just get me a Band-Aid."

Sun Yanshi didn't respond, so he went upstairs to get the medicine box and sterilized Lang Song before putting on the Band-Aid.

Lang Song said embarrassingly, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Blame me for scaring you." Sun Yanshi put away the medicine box and scratched his hair guiltily. "Why do you wake up so early?"

Lang Song came to a sudden: "I woke you up, right? I will definitely pay more attention tomorrow."

The two sat facing each other in the yard. Lang Song sat with his head bowed, and Sun Yanshi sat on a relatively high stool. Looking down, he could see Lang Song's black hair and straight curls.He sighed softly, patted Lang Song's head helplessly, and said in a low voice: "You didn't wake me up, I just got up to go to the toilet and went downstairs to see you, don't always be so careful, put this Treat it as your own home, treat me as your brother."

Because he had just woken up, Sun Yanzhi's voice was hoarse and deep, every word echoed in the quiet courtyard in the early morning, beating on Lang Song's still immature heart, thump, thump, thump, thump.

Lang Song blinked, and when the hot eye sockets returned to normal, he raised his head to look at Sun Yanshi, and said earnestly, "Thank you, Brother Yan."

Sun Yanzhi chuckled, "Little brat."

The author has something to say:

I really love glutinous rice balls^_^, I really like the smell of rice.