The clear soup, the small and delicate wontons in the bowl, the thin crust is wrapped in the meat filling, shiny with water, almost translucent.

A thin layer of oil floats on the noodle soup, and a few slices of emerald green cilantro are sprinkled in the bowl.

The white heat floats up with an alluring aroma.

"Goo-dong-" Feng Ming swallowed his saliva, his eyes staring directly at the bowl of soup in front of him.

Lin Xiang smiled and said, "Taste it." He took a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Feng Ming.

Han Cui and the cook had just eaten a plate of meat, but at the moment they were staring at the bowl of wontons, and they were full of words, but they still felt hungry in their stomachs.

The white, tender and delicate wonton was picked up, Feng Ming exhaled a few breaths, and sent it to his mouth-

Instantly, the salty and fragrant meat filling overflowed the mouth with a bag of soup, the filling was not sweet or salty, delicate and tender, the soft skin was broken as soon as it was bitten, and the thick fragrance was endlessly aftertaste in the mouth, and the moment it flowed in, it seemed to melt clean in the mouth.

"Ha, ha......" Feng Ming couldn't help but exhale a few hot breaths, and he didn't have time to speak, but his cheeks kept agitating, and one wonton went down to his stomach, and then he picked up another one-

"Boom." The cook and Hancui couldn't help but swallow their saliva again, their mouths were tapped, and they stared intently at the fewer and fewer white fat wontons in the bowl, with a blank look.

"Taste it too." In the blink of an eye, Lin Xiang scooped out two more bowls and put them in front of the two, looking at them with a smile on his face.

The two looked at each other, speechless, staring intently at the rising mist in the bowl and the watery wontons.

The index finger moved—

In the blink of an eye, the small kitchen was already filled with the sound of drinking soup and chewing.

Lin Xiang looked at the three people with a big appetite, and he was very relieved.

As a chef, there's nothing better than seeing your guests enjoy their craft!

……

"Cheng, I'll sell this in two days!" Feng Ming's mouth was red, his mouth was satisfied, and he still had some aftertaste.

Han Cui and the cook ate a big bowl, and their stomachs were round and round, and there was a thin layer of oil on their mouths.

"You and your brother's house have been found, but ......" Feng Ming suddenly changed the topic, frowned slightly, and looked a little hesitant.

Lin Xiang smiled, "There is a place to live on the left and right, where do I have so many requirements?" ”

Hearing Lin Xiang say this, Feng Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

He also has children and daughters, while raising a family, the income of the restaurant here is not good, I don't know how many times he has been nagged by his wife, it is not easy to find a place for Lin Xiang.

"Cheng, then I'll take you to take a look in the next two days."

……

When Lin Xiang was half dark, he went back to the small temple early.

"Xiaoyan, this is dinner-" Lin Xiang held a small casserole in both hands, and entered the temple with a smile.

Lin Yan didn't touch meat for a long time, and the moment he opened the lid, a smell of meat wafted out, and his saliva was about to drip down.

"Ravioli." Lin Yan said in surprise.

"Eat it quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Lin Yan swallowed his saliva, took the chopsticks handed to him by Lin Xiang and ate them.

"Sister, you ...... too" Lin Yan swallowed the food and said vaguely.

Lin Xiang shook his head, "I ate at the restaurant." After that, he said, "Uncle Feng has helped us find a place to live, and we will go out of this temple tomorrow." ”

"Really?" Lin Yan shouted in surprise again.

Lin Xiang smiled, stretched out his hand to brush his brother's messy hair, a little melancholy for a while, and a little happy for a while, and finally said: "Eat slowly, our days will get better and better." ”

In the past two months, she and Lin Yan have relied on steamed buns to survive, and some time ago she could occasionally eat small dishes taken from the wine shop, but she didn't dare to take too much, and she would buy two meat buns to improve her life with a little spare money in her hand.

Looking at Lin Yan's thin body, hunched over and eating wontons sweetly, Lin Xiang became more and more determined to live a good life.

……

Early in the morning of the second day, before dawn, Feng Ming was waiting for Lin Yan and Lin Xiang outside the temple.

Half a day.

"It's all you have...... Object? Feng Ming looked at the things in the hands of the two sisters and brothers in disbelief.

A small cloth bag.

Yes, just a small cloth bag.

"We only have two quilts, and nothing else." Lin Yan said disapprerovingly.

Hearing this, Feng Ming was also a little melancholy for a while.

I couldn't bear it in my heart: the two sisters and brothers were too shabby.

Nodding, there was two firmness in his tone, Feng Ming said: "Cheng, you come with me-"

A few people walked through the small temple and came to the noisy street outside.

After walking two streets, the three of them stopped.

In front of him was a small, somewhat dilapidated house, with a decayed and dilapidated wooden door, and the color had almost lost its original appearance.

"That's it." Feng Ming raised his feet and walked forward, leading the two sisters and brothers to push open the wooden door.

"Got it—" The door rang.

The sun shines in, and the dust flies in an instant.

"Ahem." Lin Xiang and Lin Yan coughed in unison, raised their feet and walked inside.

Lin Xiang squinted his eyes and looked carefully into the room.

The size of the house is not large, only one room, and according to modern calculations, it is about 30 square meters.

Lin Xiang raised his eyes and looked at the other side-

Separated by a thin wall, there was a small stove on the left, but there were no wooden utensils or pots and pans.

There is a small wooden bed on the right, but there is no quilt or any supplies.

Glancing more closely into the room, it was empty, with little else in mind, only a small wooden table in the center, three chairs that looked exceptionally shabby, and nothing else.