Qinghe each took three catties of peanut flour, sesame flour and half a catty of sugar, mixed them, put them in a clean crockpot, and sealed them. This is to be prepared in the evening, after all, someone will flood her small restaurant early tomorrow morning to buy it, and it is too late to make it.

After a foolish meal in the evening, the two sisters and brothers of Qinghe and Qingyang were tired miserably, but Erbai was still in good spirits, as if he hadn't done anything today. She wanted to take Qing He out to play, but she couldn't open her tired eyes when she saw Qing He, so she hurriedly pushed Qing He back to the room, and lifted her to lay out the quilt.

Qinghe couldn't cry or laugh, and hurriedly waved his hand: "Erbai, I haven't taken a bath yet, you have to let me wipe my body and then sleep, don't worry, go play by yourself first." ”

Qinghe took a bath, didn't wait for Erbai, fell asleep groggily on the bed, and slept very unsteadily in the second half of the night, tossing and turning a few times, and woke up just brightly. She rubbed her sore and uncomfortable forehead, saw Erbai's sleeping face, and got up lightly.

At this time, it was still a little dark, so she didn't boil porridge, but went to the kitchen to take out the water-milled glutinous rice that she had taken back from Uncle Hei's house last night. As soon as I got it back last night, I dried it with a small sieve cloth with fine eyes, and I almost put it away after drying, for fear that the rice noodles would be damaged.

No, the glutinous rice flour is still slightly moist, because the weather is cold, it will not spoil. She took some water and rubbed it vigorously. During this period, Qinghe wiped the cold sweat from the corner of his forehead, and muttered a little in his heart, why is his head so painful today, could it be that he didn't sleep well last night? The hand is still a little weak, so it's better to bring Erbai today, she has a lot of strength, so she doesn't need to use it in vain.

Remembering that Erbai was efficient yesterday, and her injuries were almost as good as her body was strong, she was very satisfied.

The glutinous rice flour was kneaded into a dough, which she kneaded into long strips, then kneaded into a small agent, kneaded into a round ball the size of a longan, and went down to the boiling hot water. From the crockpot sealed last night, a bowl full of sesame-black peanut sugar powder was filled with a small spoon. When the glutinous rice dumplings are all cooked and floating, Qinghe fished them out and poured powdered sugar into them while the dumplings were not sticking together, and shook them vigorously a few times.

She bracked her waist, stood in the hall, and shouted loudly, "When the winter solstice is rice, there is no late riser", and the sound of something falling on the ground came from the room on the left and right, obviously touching the thing in a panic. Qing He clapped his hands and laughed, and first picked up and took a bite with chopsticks, and hooked up with them while eating.

"Oh yes, this little dumpling is really glutinous and delicious, wrapped in powdered sugar, rich in sesame seeds, and with Erbai's favorite crushed peanuts, sweet but not greasy, it is Yangyang's favorite taste, if you don't come again, I can't help but eat it all~"

Qinghe's dose of fierce medicine went down, and the two of them immediately rushed out in disheveled clothes.

Qingyang has been looking forward to having a good meal today, usually his sister is too busy, he can't eat, once a day, and his eyes are about to be green.

Erbai hadn't eaten it, but it didn't prevent her from having a good nose, and she smelled the fragrance from the house.

The fried sesame seeds and peanuts are fragrant, and the dumplings are hot, and they are smoked by the heat after wrapping, and the room is covered by a cloth curtain, which is full of seductive sweetness.

Seeing the greedy appearance of the two, Qing He flexed his fingers and knocked the two of them on the head.

"You haven't washed up yet, what do you want to do?" The two of them "snorted" twice, as if they were going faster than anyone, and hurriedly rushed to the door, but of course Erbai was faster. She has good skills and a kung fu foundation, so she flew out like an arrow, and shook off the curtain of Qingyang's face behind her.

"Come on, Yangyang!"

A room full of green grass and laughter.

……

Qingyang has not gone to the master's class since yesterday, and he has been staying at home until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month after the festival, this time is long, it seems to be idle, but he still has to complete many homework assigned by the master, so it is not idle, and the remaining time is also given to Qinghe.

Today, all three members of the family went to Xu Ji, otherwise according to previous years, whenever there is a festival, Qinghe has to hire a guy temporarily, otherwise he will not be busy at all.

Qinghe brought a clay pot of powdered sugar made last night, explained the matter to Erbai and Qingyang, and immediately went into the kitchen and began to add water and knead the flour ground out of glutinous rice. The wet powder is heavy and very difficult to knead, Qinghe is covered in sweat, and his arms are sore, and he only does a wave.

Vaguely heard the commotion of people from the front hall, and Qingyang's loud shouting in the direction of the kitchen, "Sister, the guest is coming", Qinghe lifted the lid of the pot of boiling water, and put the glutinous rice dumplings inside, like dumplings, crowded and crowded, and had to keep stirring to prevent them from sticking together.

"Qingqing, three rice hours."

Qingyang was familiar with these things, so he stayed in the front hall to deal with the guests, and the errands were handed over to Erbai. She went back and forth between the kitchen and the front hall, telling Qinghe how many copies she ordered.

Because of this once a year, most of the dumplings that everyone usually eats, many people crowded to try them, the business was surprisingly good, and the audience was crowded, and even four more tables were added outside, slightly occupying the position of the surrounding shops, of course, Qinghe would still compensate the store for some silver afterwards, and there would be no trouble.

Business is getting better and better at noon, and after Erbai is familiar with the process, he can still be lazy with Qingyang and eat something, but Qinghe, as a person who deals with kitchen affairs, has no time at all.

When Erbai came in to read the list again, he saw Qinghe's somewhat pale face, and he stepped forward to touch her forehead worriedly, but was pushed away by Qinghe, and Erbai muttered a few words dissatisfied.

"I'm sweating all over my head, and what do you do when you touch me?" Qinghe's words dispelled Erbai's action of reaching out again, of course, it wasn't that Erbai felt dirty, but what Qingqing said made sense, she didn't want Qingqing to be unhappy.

"Qingqing, your face is so white, are you uncomfortable?" Erbai glanced at it with concern several times, and wanted to look again, Qinghe raised his hand to block his face, and his pale skin was dyed red.

"It's not that I haven't seen it before, I'm busy, you go to the front hall quickly, Yangyang can't hold it alone." Erbai was elbowed by Qinghe and walked out, but she still felt that something was wrong, and she couldn't say it, one foot stepped out of the door, and her head poked in and said more.

"Qingqing, you can be lazy for a while, the rice is delicious, the guests all say yes, you can taste it."

"Understood, understood, you can go quickly."

As soon as the footsteps were far away, Qinghe stumbled a few steps, cold sweat dripping on her arm, her eyes were white and vast, her body had a strange sense of weightlessness, her feet were weak and weak, and she was still fast, holding on to the edge of the platform to stabilize her body and not falling.

Qing He's soft body gradually slid to the ground, squatting against the earthen wall of the stove. She buried her head in the small space her hands had constructed, and the darkness allowed her to be unbridled. Something cold liquid came out of her eye sockets and trickled down her hand, sliding down her smooth arm and splashing on the ground.

The small kitchen was quiet except for the crackling of matches and the gurgling of boiling water. After a long while, Qing He, who had regained his strength, raised his head, stood up and continued to knead the dough repeatedly, and put it in the pot.

When the endless stream of guests finally decreased and the rice noodles in the kitchen were gone, Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief. When the last plate of rice was served, I returned to the lobby.

The three of them didn't stop all day, especially Qinghe.

When the two little ones outside saw Qing He and the steaming plate in her hand, their eyes flashed with green light, and they jumped up, and were about to rush out, but when they saw the other party's behavior, they stopped abruptly. You look at me, I look at you.

Erbai glared at Qingyang, you go, why don't you stop me!

Hmph, my sister doesn't like people who don't have rules, you can go by yourself!

The two secretly competed, and small sparks flashed in the air.

After Qinghe put down the plate, the two of them each smoothed their hair, stuffed chopsticks into their hands, and urged: "Come and eat, thank you for your hard work today, the last one." ”

As soon as he heard this, Qingyang's eyes lit up, and the chopsticks quickly pinched a rice dumpling, not to his mouth, but to Qinghe's mouth, and said "ah".

"My sister is tired for a day, and my sister eats."

Qing He grinned lightly, opened his mouth and chewed slowly. Maybe she was tired and miserable, she didn't have much appetite, but Yang Yang personally sent it to her mouth, so she had to eat it. Before he could swallow this mouthful, Erbai, who had just followed Qingyang, also handed over a pair of chopsticks.

Qinghe's face was embarrassed, and after glancing at Erbai, he saw her looking at her with her mouth open, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and open her mouth.

"Qingqing, is it delicious?"

"Of course it's delicious, but my sister made it herself!"

"Hey, I didn't ask you!"

Qinghe swallowed hard, just as he felt that his throat was dry, he wanted to get up and go back to the kitchen to bring a bowl of soup, but who knew that he was together, the soles of his feet were weak, and there seemed to be a voice in his ears that gradually disappeared.

"Sister-"

"Qingqing—"