Grandma Yu knocked on Yu Yuan's little head and smiled, "What nonsense? How can your sister's cooking be bitter?"

said that he also sandwiched a piece, and then froze in place, also frowning.

Truly......

Bitter.

She looked at the little girl who was silently digging for rice with her head down, and a hint of deep meaning flashed in her eyes, "Ah Jian?"

Yu Jian didn't look up, as if she was still immersed in unknown thoughts.

"Sister!!" Yu Yuan's child was angry, and he pushed Yu Jian hard, "What's wrong with you?!"

Even if you are in a daze, why has you lost the level of even the dishes?!

"What?" Yu Jian looked up blankly and met two pairs of worried eyes.

Grandma Yu softened her tone and said, "Ah Jian, did you put too much salt in your waist flower?"

Impossible!

Under the gaze of the two, Yu Jian tasted a slice and spit it out quickly, her face full of apologies: "I'll fry it again."

In the pool, the fresh pork loin gradually became refreshing and white under the washing of the flowing water, and the sound of the water covered the whispers of the grandparents and grandchildren outside the door.

Yu Yuan: "What's wrong with my sister?"

Grandma Yu: "Wait a minute, you can turn around and probe her tone."

Yu Yuan: "Grandma, why don't you ask?"

Grandma Yu: "You young people have a common topic!"

Yu Yuan tilted his head to think about the truth of her words, and nodded secretly. Yes! This family really can't do without him!

So when it was time to go to bed, the child consciously took the initiative to roll to Yu Jian's bed with the doll, put on a listening posture, and patted the empty couch left.

"Come, tell your dear brother about your troubles."

Yu Jian stood at the door of the room for a long time, and was finally amused by the appearance of other people's little ghosts, so he fulfilled his wish and lay down side by side and turned off the light.

In the dark night, the siblings were silent to each other. But the sudden appearance of the source of warmth around her made Yu Jian feel a little ...... inexplicably at this moment Peace.

Yu Yuan looked at her for a long time with his eyes open, and his sister's side face revealed beautiful lines in the moonlight, and he was a little obsessed. Gradually, a wave of drowsiness hits......

When he closed his eyes, he seemed to remember that something was wrong.

Huh-

Didn't you say that you would come to listen to my sister's heart??

……

The atmosphere of the New Year is getting stronger, but Yu Jian seems to lack interest, and she is bored in the room all day long and is reluctant to go out.

When Yu Yuan saw it, he was also sullen.

Even when he played with his friends in the alley, he kept his face silent.

Zhang Meimei, who is now the leader of the first grade, poked Yu Yuan's fleshy face and set up a momentum: "Yu Yuan, do you have any troubles? Say it and let's figure it out for you."

Yu Yuan avoided her hand, frowned, and did not speak.

Zhang Meimei was unwilling, turned around and faced him again: "Say......

"My sister doesn't know what's wrong...... Yu Yuan finally couldn't help it, and complained to his friends.

After hearing this, Zhang Meimei clapped her little hand: "Isn't this what the teacher said is a lot of pressure! If you want to release it, you will be fine if you release it!" That's the head, it's the way.

Yu Yuan: "How to release it?"

Zhang Meimei's eyes rolled and she had an idea: "Grandma of the first neighborhood committee said that she wanted to build a market in the alley, and tomorrow, you go and register Sister Ajian, and Ming'er will take her out to play together." It's so crowded, she's having fun, and she's sure the pressure is released."

Yu Yuan raised his eyebrows, can this work?

Okay...... He really went to sign up.

As a result, the grandmother who listened to the steward for a long time, seemed to understand whether she understood or not, gritted her teeth, stretched out her fingers, pointed to the stall and said, "Just report this!"

Grandma Steward: "Are you sure? We have rules in the alley, and you can't be absent if you sign up!"

Yu Yuan didn't know if he was sure, but he still was

He nodded emphatically.

So, in the evening, a ...... appeared on Yu Jian's table Hutong Food Entry Form?

Looking at the name that was crooked and replaced by her at the bottom, who else could there be if it wasn't Yu Yuan's children?!

There is also a note hidden in the brochure, which also reads in jerky strokes: "Sister, you can be happy if you are lively."

Yu Jian's eyes softened, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Yes, Yu Qiming's power should also let him pass. The master's deep love for her, she received it, she was shocked, so she kept it in her heart, and she just did it.

With a low mood, there can be no change.

She still has her own things to follow, and her own path to follow.

Early the next morning, Yu Jian dug out the cylindrical stove that had been stacked in the utility room for a long time. This was bought by her accident before she went to the West Market, and there is a special food that can be used.

In the afternoon, the alley is gradually crowded with people, and adults and children come out of the warm room. The aunts of the neighborhood committee also found another way, found a small three-wheeler, carried the propaganda words that had been recorded a long time ago, and pressed the button to sing while walking in the alleys of the alleys.

Yu Jian's stall has already surrounded a circle of little hairy people, they are all Yu Yuan's friends, and they came over to cheer.

"Qianzhou pot helmet, during the Tang Dynasty, the Qianling Tomb was built, the project was huge, and it was difficult to solve the three meals a day for craftsmen, people and soldiers. So someone made a crust of flour, put it in a helmet, and roasted it over the fire......" Yu Jian explained to the little heads sticking out in a row underneath.

"Isn't that bread rotten?" Zhang Meimei asked.

Rotten?

How could it be. The flour is made with cold water and a slightly hard dough, and then the dough is pressed and folded with a rolling pin, and the air is repeatedly pressed out until the face is smooth. After kneading into a small agent, it has to be pressed and discharged repeatedly, and finally it is made into a two-centimeter cake blank.

The cake should be baked in an iron pot first, turned three times and six times on low heat until it is slightly drummed, and then put it into a charcoal oven to bake.

The color of the pot helmet is uniform, the surface is bulging, and the steamed buns are crispy and layered.

Zhang Meimei was the first to get the steaming pot helmet, and the cake, which was bigger than her face, gave out a refreshing aroma from time to time, seducing her to take a bite quickly.

The little teeth that were exposed to the wind bit down gently, first it was hard to touch, and one bite was not bitten down. She couldn't help but be a little angry, and then she took a second bite with all her might, and the puff pastry was torn out along with the naan, and the heat inside surged out, and she was blindfolded at once.

The pot helmet flour was added to the sugar by Yu Jian, the puff pastry was layered, refreshing and sweet, the more you chewed the sweetness, the more you got it, but it was rich but not thick, the crisp skin was as thin as paper, like light yarn, and the taste was light. The naan inside is strong and chewy, rubbing against the teeth, making people stutter.

Before she knew it, the little girl had finished chewing on a whole pot helmet by herself, licked off the burnt sesame seeds left on her fingers, and burped loudly-