Just like this, the fried bean paste made Song Lingyue only feel that her shoulder hurt so much that she was screaming, and she was afraid that it would be pasty, so she could only swing the spatula desperately, so that the red bean paste could be evenly heated in the iron pot.

"Wouldn't it be nice to have a stirrer! Take the stirring rod and slam it in, and now it is already a delicate red bean paste. Song Lingyue thumped her sour unicorn arm, and her face showed a bitter expression.

But fortunately, Aunt Li, who was chatting with her neighbors, came back, watching Song Lingyue's three stoves turn on, and she was so busy that she couldn't wait to keep her feet on the ground, and hurriedly took over to help Song Lingyue fry bean paste.

With Aunt Li's help, Song Lingyue was not idle, she also had to take out the freshly cooked lean meat from the casserole, use a rolling pin to break up the texture, and then tear it into tears, mix in soy sauce, salt and light soy sauce, and then go to a thinner mouthful, and began to bake and fry all the moisture in the shredded meat.

"It smells so good!" Song Yanzhi put the satchel on the table, smelled the smell and came to Song Lingyue, blinking his eyes and licking his lips greedily: "Sister, what are you doing, it's so fragrant." ”

"In words? How did you get back? Song Lingyue looked up and saw that Song Yanzhi had come back, and asked in surprise.

Song Yanzhi stepped forward and said in the tone of a little adult: "Sister, have you forgotten?" I told you yesterday, it's almost Qingming, the academy is on vacation, and today is only half a day of class, and I won't return to the academy until the eighth day of junior high school. ”

Song Lingyue patted her head: "But I forgot, I thought you would come back in the evening." ”

"Sister, what are you doing here? It looks like it's delicious. I just felt that Song Yanzhi was like a little adult, and in front of the delicious food, Song Yanzhi revealed his true form again, staring at the meat floss in the pot and drooling.

"This is called meat floss, do you want to eat it? Then give you a little taste, and help my sister taste it to see how it is salty. Song Lingyue originally planned to taste it herself, but when she saw Song Yanzhi coming, she handed over the work of tasting the taste to Song Yanzhi.

Song Lingyue took out a handful of prepared meat floss from the pot and sent it to Song Yanzhi's mouth, Song Yanzhi was not polite, chewed a few times and swallowed it in one bite, his eyes lit up:

"Sister, this is delicious! It has the taste of meat, but the texture is completely different from meat, it is dry and fragrant, and it feels like a snack. Sister, can I ask for more? ”

"You little glutton." Song Lingyue scratched Song Yanzhi's nose.

"No, I'm going to take it to Xiangling and taste it. Isn't Xiangling still practicing the acupuncture you gave her sister? She must have been hungry too. Song Yanzhi said, but those eyes never left the meat floss in the pot.

Song Lingyue shook his head helplessly, took out a small bowl with chopsticks, and handed it to Song Yanzhi: "Then you go to the room to eat with Xiangling, remember to bring your schoolbag back and do your homework well." ”

"Got it!" Song Yanzhi responded, holding the small bowl and running to the inner wing.

Song Lingyue also tasted the meat floss she made, but she didn't expect the taste to be really good, the meat is fragrant, the dry fragrance has a taste, and it is not particularly salty, and it is already very good to eat empty.

Song Lingyue was very satisfied with this, took out the meat floss, and put it in a bowl on the side for later use.

The glutinous rice in the cage drawer over there was also steamed, and Song Lingyue took out the glutinous rice with the drawer cloth regardless of the scalding.

When the glutinous rice was slightly cool, Song Lingyue took a large bowl, smeared it with some oil, and coated the stone pestle used for grinding with oil, carefully grabbed a small ball of glutinous rice, and used the stone pestle to grind and crush it into mud little by little.

It took Song Lingyue nearly half an hour just to grind those glutinous rice into a puree, and when she was done, Song Lingyue's back was already soaked with sweat.

Song Lingyue took advantage of the fact that the glutinous rice dough was still a little warm, and hurriedly added the prepared wormwood juice to the glutinous rice dough, and began to knead it vigorously until the glutinous rice dough was dyed with a layer of turquoise.

Knead the green glutinous rice dough into long strips, cut it into equal portions, roll it into rounds, and set it aside for later use.

The red bean paste that Aunt Li is in charge of over there has also been seasoned with white sugar, and is being served out to cool.

This is a big project, Song Lingyue arrested Qi Mo and Liu Liang who were making realgar wine, and even Song Yanzhi and Xiangling were called over, and everyone mobilized together to start pinching the Youth League.

"I've already divided the fillings, you just need to wrap the cyan leather with the filling, just like we made dumplings before, but you don't need to wrap up the tricks, just knead it into a ball, don't show the filling."

Song Lingyue said as she picked up a piece of green bean paste and flattened it in the palm of her hand, then took a piece of red bean paste filling and stacked it on top of the green ball skin, and then slowly tightened the tiger's mouth, slowly pushed the green ball skin tightly and wrapped the entire bean paste filling inside the green ball skin.

After doing this, Song Lingyue still felt that the Qingtuan was not round enough, and rubbed it in the palm of her hand for a while before showing it to everyone, "It's good to knead it into smooth round dumplings, and the wrapped dumplings are all placed on the steamer here, these are all cooked, and when you want to eat it, when you have to steam a cup of tea in the pot, the taste will be even sweeter." ”

With Song Lingyue's cover-up, everyone soon began to hurriedly start the Youth League.

Song Lingyue was afraid that everyone would do it for the first time, so there were a lot of materials to prepare, but she didn't expect that whether it was Qi Mo, Liu Liang, Song Yanzhi and Xiangling, they had already become familiar with things like noodles with the help of many times, not to mention Aunt Li, who was originally making noodles at a starting price, and such a simple filling was a piece of cake for her.

"Sister, can I look like this?" Song Yanzhi was the first to complete his first work, except that it was not round enough, at least it did not leak the filling.

"Yes, keep up the good work." Song Lingyue's work in her hands did not stop, but she did not miss the opportunity to praise Song Yanzhi.

After receiving the praise, Song Yanzhi was even more energetic, and he also helped Xiangling pack it together, and in just half an hour, a hundred youth leagues were neatly stacked in front of everyone's eyes.

Song Lingyue knew that everyone was already hungry, so she took two of the two flavors, put them in the steamer and put them in the basket drawer to start steaming.

Since both the filling and the glutinous rice skin are cooked, it only took time for half a column of incense, and the Qingtuan was out of the pot.

Song Lingyue hadn't eaten a seasonal pastry like the Youth League for a long time, so she took the lead in taking a bite of the still hot Youth League.

Suddenly, the fragrance of mugwort leaves, the sweetness of glutinous rice, and the sweetness of red bean paste all burst out in the mouth, and the taste was really good.

Seeing Song Lingyue eating happily, Song Yanzhi couldn't wait, he reached out to grab it regardless of the heat, grabbed a salted egg yolk and salty meat, took a bite, and couldn't stop.

"There's so much left of this, so let's keep half of it and distribute the remaining half to the neighbors." They really can't eat more than a hundred Youth Leagues, and instead of wasting them at home, they should all be given to their neighbors, and they can be regarded as lovers.

As soon as they said and did, Song Lingyue and Qi Mo took Song Yanzhi and Xiangling to act separately and distributed the remaining Youth League to nearby neighbors, and it didn't take long for fifty Youth League to be distributed.

Qingming Festival should have returned to their hometown to worship their ancestors, but Song Lingyue and Song Yanzhi couldn't go back to Baishi County, so they came to Jing'an Temple in Jizhou Mansion according to Aunt Li's proposal to pay tribute to their deceased parents.

Aunt Li and Xiangling also had to pay their respects to their deceased husband and father, and the group came to the foot of Jing'an Temple together.

Jing'an Temple was built on the Qiuming Mountain in Jizhou City, and the entire Qiuming Mountain is the boundary of the Jing'an Temple, and the monks who practice here are up to 285 people.

Aunt Li took Song Lingyue and others to climb the mountain road towards Jing'an Temple, and at the same time introduced Jing'an Temple to everyone:

"This Jing'an Temple has a history of 100 years in our Jizhou Mansion, and it is a well-known miracle. Not only that, the presiding charity master of Jing'an Temple has profound Buddhism and great wisdom. However, the master of charity often traveled the world, and he would hardly be seen unless he was lucky.

In the past few years, I have come to Jing'an Temple to worship the Buddha every Qingming Festival, but I have never met a charity master. ”

Unconsciously, a group of people have come to the gate of Jing'an Temple, the antique solemn Buddha temple is presented in front of Song Lingyue's eyes, it is clear that the mountain is still a noisy bazaar, but after seeing the solemn plaque of Jing'an Temple, the complicated soul seems to have been purified, and it has miraculously stabilized.

"Amitabha, how many donors have come to offer incense?" The little monk dressed in monk's costume stepped forward to greet Song Lingyue and his party.

"Yes, don't ask the little master, we are here to incense." Obviously, Aunt Li knew the little monk in front of her, and directly called out his Dharma name.

The little monk Mo Wen made a gesture of please, motioned for everyone to come in, and said with a decision: "It is the Qingming Festival, and there are many believers who come to pray for their families to offer incense, please follow the poor monks, don't disturb other believers who come to offer incense." Amitabha. ”

Song Lingyue followed behind Mo Wen, and soon came to the Buddha hall where a gilded statue of the Buddha stood up, and at this time, there were already many believers worshipping in the Buddha hall.

Song Lingyue pulled the little monk Mo and asked, "Do you have Chang Mingxiang here?" I want to buy incense for my parents, and I hope they can take care of their children sooner. ”

The little monk Mo Wen first pinched Amitabha, and then said: "The female benefactor's filial piety can be expressed, and respecting her parents will definitely be able to die in bliss as soon as possible." ”

Song Lingyue has long had no impression of her cheap parents, but after all, they are the parents of this body, and buying a pillar of Changmingxiang for them can be regarded as a filial piety in place of the original owner who has left.

The so-called Changming incense is different from the general incense, the size of the Changming incense is much longer than the ordinary incense, and the shape of the Pancheng pagoda in a circle can be burned for a month at the longest.

However, the longer the burning time, the more expensive the fee charged, Song Lingyue chose a relatively affordable price, and entrusted the little monk Mo Wen as the original owner's parents to overdue.

After doing all this, Song Lingyue took Song Yanzhi to kneel down in front of the Buddha statue in the Buddha hall, and silently kowtowed three times according to the etiquette of the ancients.