Xiao Kite was frustrated all the way, and saw a villager standing on the side of the road carrying two baskets of edamame beans for sale, and the newly picked pods were full of bright green, she weighed a lot without a basket, so she simply spread out the silk handkerchief and wrapped it and went home.

In the afternoon, the teahouse business is the most leisurely, Xiao Rong is full of cats playing under the table, she washes the edamame and puts it in a pot, sits on the bench under the porch, and uses scissors to cut the two ends of the pods, so that they can be boiled in salted water as a snack.

This year, the weather was hot and early, and the sun drove flies everywhere, and Xiao Yuan shouted to Mother Li to collect the seafood.

The diviner shook over with a bucket in his hand, sat down on the stack, and said, "Mrs. Xiao, do you want to draw a lot to calculate a hexagram?" Don't want money, just cook the salted edamame and send it to a bowl! ”

Xiao Yuan glanced at him, raised his arm and took out a bamboo stick at random, and squinted at it: "Widowed young woman, peach blossoms are in full bloom!" He repeated it several times, patted his thigh and praised: "This is the peach blossom signing, Xiao Niangzi's red luan star moves, and there is a sign of good luck for a good person." ”

Xiao Yuan was full of sorrow, it was rare to see his mung bean eyes wide open, and he couldn't help but sneer: "You can't be sure, no man in Fuchun Town dares to marry me!" ”

Before he could tell, a mother-in-law beckoned to him from afar: "Blind, blind, fortune telling!" ”

"You're blind, your whole family is blind!" He muttered but got up and hurried away.

Xiao Yuan picked up the bench and wanted to enter the room after cutting the edamame, but saw Xiao Rong rushing out of the threshold in a gust of wind and shouting loudly: "Daddy, Daddy!" ”

She looked back and saw her father coming from a small road, bareheaded, wearing a half-new monk's robe, and a string of Buddhist beads around his neck, like a circle of red-skinned jujubes with a kernel.

Xiao Rong stretched out his chubby hand and raised his neck to ask him to hug him, he held a bowl in one hand and a fan in the other to block the sun.

Xiao Yuan heard him say: "Little donor, I am not your father, I am the Wujing monk of Lanruo Temple." ”

"Daddy hug!" Xiao Rong didn't understand what he meant, she only knew that her father shaved his head, put on Buddhist clothes, and lived in a temple in the mountains, that's it, isn't it still her father!

Xiao Yuan couldn't bear to see it again, bit her lip and entered the room, handed the edamame to Mama Li and asked her to cook, and washed her hands to cook.

It must be that the temple can't open the pot again, so he will go down the mountain to look for her, she is washing rice while listening to the sound of talking, Daddy still walked into the teahouse with Sister Rong in his arms, Qiao Siye was teasing the hibiscus bird, and looked up to see him: "Daddy Xiao is here!" ”

"It's the monk Wujing." He leaned over and resolutely put down Xiao Rong, sat against the table by the wall, Xiao Yuan made a pot of Longjing tea, and went into the stove again without saying much.

Qiao Siye was bored, watching him eat tea slowly, so he leaned over and said with a low smile: "I heard that in the mountain behind Lanruo Temple where you stay, there are often tree spirits and vines that turn into women knocking on the door and asking for accommodation, but is it true?" ”

"How can Murano's words be taken seriously." Wujing solemnly: "There are often roe deer, rabbits and rats that strayed into the temple gate!" ”

"And what did you do with them?" Qiao Siye still smiled: "Can you secretly make a fire to roast and eat?" ”

"Sin, sin!" Enlightenment and Amitabha Buddha: "The Buddhist temple is a pure place, how can you kill at will." ”

Before Qiao Siye could speak, Xiao Yuan came over and glared at him, and put the two plates in his hand on the table, a plate of fried gluten with loofah, a plate of roasted tofu with snow cabbage, and then a bowl of fresh bamboo shoot soup with coconut vegetables, and a deep bowl of hot japonica rice.

Qiao Siye got up and paced back to his original position, Xiao Yuan sat down to serve him rice, stuffed a full bowl, flattened it vigorously, and added half a spoon, the portion was hard.

Wujing picked up the bowl and devoured it.

Sister Rong licked her lips and came over, Xiao Yuan took a piece of tofu and put it in a bowl to feed her, and he asked, "Is Xiao Yun okay?" ”

Shaking his head and whispering back: "Liu Langzhong has taken the pulse, he has been frightened and loves to talk nonsense, and nothing else is serious." ”

After saying some side words, Wujing was in a hurry to leave after eating and drinking, but Xiao Yuan couldn't keep it, so he had to say: "Prepare a bag of rice and some seasonal fresh vegetables, you can take it back to spend the day." Thinking about it, he took some pieces of silver out of his sleeve and gave it to him.

Wujing took it silently, put it into the blanket together with the iron bowl and fan, and then carried the rice in one hand and the sack full of vegetables in the other, and crossed the threshold and left.

Xiao Rong was used to parting like this, she didn't cry, she just sat on the buttress and watched her father's back in the distance.

The remnant sun is on the mountain, and the glow spits fire, burning half of the sky.