Qinghe turned around and sat on the bed, and when he saw the food catalog of Zhao Qianqiu's family casually thrown on the bedside table, he couldn't help but think of the Qingming Festival a few months ago. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In their place, the Qingming Festival is called the Qinghe Festival, which is a day to pay tribute to the deceased relatives, and it is also the most hated festival of Qinghe, there is no one. The fourth month of the lunar calendar is also known as the month of Qinghe, and Zheng Qinghe was born at that time, so he was named Qinghe, nicknamed April, but since his mother's death, few people will call him that nickname. And the reason why he hated the Seiwa Festival was because the young and ignorant children always associated his name with that festival, which also disgusted him over time.

It happened to be that day, because the family lacked the Qinghe Festival essential Qingtuan, he went out to purchase, and he was looking for a grocery store where their family was also selling Qingtuan, and it was also that day that he first came into contact with the Zhao family sisters and brothers, and also saw Zhao Qianqiu, who was not good-looking when he came back from the outside. If it weren't for the fact that her sister didn't stuff this small card in the bag of the Youth League he bought at that time, it is estimated that he would not feel so sorry for a strange woman now.

"Qinghe, when I came back today, I forgot to buy our mother's favorite Qingtuan, you go to the breakfast shop at the entrance of the community to see if it is still selling?" And the Qingtuan that Chen Yu said is a seasonal dim sum made in their place, which can only be eaten around the Qingming Festival throughout the year, and it is a necessary dim sum for the Qinghe Festival.

"Got it. At that time, Qinghe hadn't gone out for a long time, and he was really reluctant to be called out to buy things, but now that my brother is busy in the kitchen, he can't pull away at all, and the only one who can do errands is the idle egg.

Qinghe took the wallet and mobile phone key, wore slippers and went out, but when he walked to the breakfast shop at the entrance of the community, he found that their family's Youth League had already been sold out, and there was not even a slag left.

"We don't have it anymore, you go to that street over there...... There should be people who deliberately make some youth leagues to sell today. The proprietress pointed to the opposite street and said, because the taste of the youth league made by her family is not bad, and their family always sells out the youth group early on this day every year.

Qinghe nodded, kicked his slippers and went to the street pointed by the proprietress and ended up walking farther and farther.

"If you don't buy it, you should go back and forget it!" Qinghe shook his head, anyway, he didn't like to eat Qingtuan very much, he only remembered that his mother seemed to like to eat Qingtuan very much, and she would always make a lot of it on the day of Qingming Festival, but everyone didn't want to eat it, so in the end, she could only leave it to her to eat. After the death of my mother, the three of them did not try to be a youth group, but every time they failed in the kneading of dough, and then in order not to waste food, they basically bought ready-made, generally put a plate, and then each person symbolically ate two. It's also ironic to say that in the past, whether they were forced or begged, they were always willing to die and not give in, but now they want to eat but can never eat what she made herself.

"That little girl is really good at business, and she accidentally bought ten!" said a young couple who passed by him, pointing to the Qingtuan in the bag.

"So, there are people selling the Youth League ahead!" Qinghe's eyes lit up, and he looked in the direction where the two people came.

Sure enough, after walking for nearly a kilometer, he finally found the store that the two men had just mentioned. Although there were several incubators at the door, as if they were selling Qingtuan, it was supposed to be a small grocery store, and if it weren't for the fact that there were no sales in the vicinity, he would definitely not choose to buy them here.

As long as he passed the traffic light, he could walk to the store, but he didn't know why, the waiting time for the red light here was so long that he was almost depressed, and for a moment, he wanted to walk straight over, but he was stopped by two little boys.

The two children seemed to be very young, the older one was seven or eight years old, the younger one was three or four years old, and it was the younger boy who was holding his hand, and when he saw him staring at him, Chao Qinghe smiled happily, "Do you want to cross the street with us, brother?"

Qinghe felt that the two children might be scared, so he took the hand of the strange man standing on the side of the road at random like now, and didn't make any expression and waited for the red light to turn green with the two children.

Qinghe's heart was flustered, he didn't know what he was obsessed with, looking at the rampaging truck, he wanted to die for a moment, if the child hadn't grabbed his hand for fear at that time, he was afraid that he would have died in front of these two young children. Because he knew what kind of psychological shadow this would have on the children, he secretly rejoiced again.

After crossing the street, the two children thanked him very nurturingly, and then went into the grocery store that he had been staring at.

"Brother, do you buy the Youth League?" Seeing this casually dressed man standing at the door of the store in a daze, Qiandai couldn't help but ask.

"En......" Qinghe nodded, "How is this sold, what kind of stuffing is inside?"

"Two pieces of one, now only salty ones are left, and they are filled with bamboo shoots, pork, carrots, white water, and dried tofu. As she said this, Qian Dai divided one into a plastic bag and handed it to the man in front of her, "You can eat it first and see if it suits your appetite before deciding how many to buy." ”

Qinghe took the Qingtuan handed over by the little girl, took a bite lightly, and then observed the filling inside, just like she said just now, it did contain those few ingredients, and the portion was also very large, the taste was ...... It's a lot like Mom used to do. Before she finished eating, she asked the little girl, "Did you make your own Youth League?"

"Well, eldest sister, she got up early in the morning to prepare, isn't it delicious, do you want to buy more?" The little girl is quirky, and she is a little embarrassed to make Qinghe.

"Well, it's delicious, how many more do you have?" Qinghe didn't like to eat Qingtuan very much, but it was rare to come across something that tasted so similar, and he also wanted to bring it back for the elder brother and them to taste it too.

"There are thirty more, and we can close the stall when we sell them out. Qiandai carefully counted the number of Youth League in the incubator, and did not let go of any of them, looking at the tone of this person's speech just now, probably wanting to buy all the Youth League.

"Then put it all up!" said Kiyowa, who took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a hundred yuan from it, and handed it over.

The Qingtuan in the box was originally two in a small bag, he wanted them all, and Xiao Qiandai quickly stuffed all those small bags into a big bag, took the hundred yuan he handed over, looked at it carefully, took out two twenty sheets from the pocket of the apron and handed them over.

When Qinghe was about to turn around and leave, the little girl stopped him, "Brother, wait a minute!"

"What's the matter, the money was found wrong?" Qinghe turned his head and asked suspiciously, he saw the money he found very clearly, and he didn't find more or less.

"You can take this list back!" she said, shoehorning a small card into the bag that had just contained the Youth League.

"What is this?" Qinghe took out the small card and looked at it a few times, "Food catalog?"

"En, don't look at us as a grocery store here, but we also sell rice, we can usually send you a ready-made stir-fry or something, but you have to book soup or something in advance. Qian Dai pointed to the small card, "But it's just my sister, so I usually only sell dinner and supper, and the business hours are from six to twelve o'clock in the evening...... In terms of distance, it is only around here, brother, you are wearing slippers, so you must not live very far!"

"Got it, I'll eat and see it in the future!" Qinghe re-examined the little girl, and finally understood why the passer-by just now said that she would do business, that little mouth can say that the dead are alive, and she is likely to be a powerful character when she grows up.

"Remember to come!" Qian Dai said to the girl who looked bigger when she first entered the door while packing up the empty foam box, "Sister, you see how good I am! Now it's all sold out! This brother bought all the rest!"

"Really?" the girl smiled, touched the little girl's head, nodded at Qinghe, and began to help Qiandai clean up the empty foam boxes.

Qinghe was originally going to leave, but when he heard the little girl call him eldest sister, he couldn't help but look at the girl who had just come back from outside, the one who could make the same taste as his mother...... However, when he saw the other party nodding at him, he began to feel a little embarrassed, and turned around and left with his things.