Chen Qingtang cried for a while, wiped away his tears, brushed away the weeds, and entered the gate of the Taoist temple.

Chen Qingtang's eyes were shining, and he walked around the Taoist temple, wandering room by room, touching here and there, muttering to himself with excitement.

Zhang Qingyin followed behind him, trotting all the way, but he couldn't keep up with his pace.

Chen Qingtang ran to the door of a guest room in the backyard, stopped, turned around, and said to Zhang Qingyin: "When I first came to Rong Ruotang, I lived in this room, and your father slept next door to me. ”

"Oh......" Zhang Qingyin casually agreed.

Chen Qingtang entered the house and said, "While it's still early, let's clean this room, and in the future, we will settle down here." ”

"Good. Zhang Qingyin responded.

Chen Qingtang took off his robe, rolled up his sleeves, cleaned up the debris in the house, lit an incense, and after a while, countless cockroaches, bed bugs, poisonous snakes, and mosquitoes came out of the cracks and fled the room. Chen Qingtang picked up some weeds and tied a broom to sweep the dust off the house. Zhang Qingyin went to the well in the front yard of the Taoist temple to fetch a bucket of clean water and clean the house inside and out.

Chen Qingtang took out a few pieces of rice paper from the donkey's blanket and pasted the doors and windows. Two well-preserved bamboo beds were brought from another house and the futons were laid out.

Chen Qingtang wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked up at the sun outside the window, and said, "It's already noon, it's time for lunch." ”

Lao Dao took out the white noodles, mixed the dough, cut the noodles with a bamboo knife, boiled two bowls of hot noodle soup in a pot, sprinkled a few slices of green onions, and then handed Zhang Qingyin a bowl and said in his mouth: "Eat." ”

Zhang Qingyin took the noodles, only took one bite, burst into tears, and said in a choked voice: "The taste of this noodle is exactly the same as the noodles cooked by my mother." ”

Chen Qingtang touched Zhang Qingyin's head with his hand, and said with a smile: "Back then, your mother worked as a cook in Rong Ruotang for four years, and her craftsmanship is still fresh in my memory today. ”

"Thank you, uncle. Zhang Qingyin wiped his tears and ate all the noodles in the bowl.

After lunch, the two of them began to clean the Taoist temple again, and they were busy for an afternoon, only cleaning up the entire Taoist temple in the clutter. Even so, Zhang Qingyin was already tired and had back pain, and he couldn't stop complaining.

Seeing this, Chen Qingtang pushed his elbow on his shoulder and asked, "What do you want to eat at night?"

"Noodles. Zhang Qingyin said stupidly.

Chen Qingtang pursed his lips and said: "I only bought five catties of white noodles, and I ate three catties in one meal at noon, no wonder the old saying goes, half the size, eat the poor man, you kid is too good to eat." The white flour will be eaten for a few days, and you will eat meat at night. ”

"Eat meat?" Zhang Qingyin smiled and said, "It's so good." ”

"Come with me. Chen Qingtang took out a slingshot from the blanket, and took Zhang Qingyin out, while walking, while looking all over the ground, the two walked to the gate of the Taoist temple, Chen Qingtang picked up a large handful of small stones, held in his hand, there are several large locust trees with lush branches and leaves in front of the Taoist temple, the trees are chirping, and there are many sparrows.

Chen Qingtang held a slingshot in his hand, shooting as he walked, and after about a cup of tea, he had already shot down more than 30 sparrows. Zhang Qingyin was ecstatic, took off his shirt, wrapped the sparrow that fell on the ground in clothes, and drove it back to the backyard of the Taoist temple, Chen Qingtang boiled a pot of boiling water, sparrow leg hair, cleaned up the internal organs, and then set up a small oil pot, the sparrow was fried in oil, and after a while, the meat was fragrant.

Zhang Qingyin stood aside, his eyes straight, and his saliva was drooling.

All the sparrows were fried, packed in trays, and placed on the stone table in the courtyard, Chen Qingtang smiled: "Don't be stunned, eat it." ”

"Thank you, uncle. Zhang Qingyin pinched a fried sparrow and ate it with relish.

Chen Qingtang took off the apron around his waist, wiped the sweat on his forehead, picked up the wine gourd, took a sip of wine, and praised: "This wine is really wonderful." ”

"Uncle, how did you practice this slingshot to fight sparrows?" Zhang Qingyin suddenly asked.

Chen Qingtang smiled slightly and said, "What's so difficult to learn, as long as you can't eat outside for three days and are dizzy from hunger, this craft can be learned quickly." ”

"I see. ”

"After dinner, rest early, tonight, you will have a sweet dream, remember, it is a gift from the poor road. ”

"Oh. Zhang Qingyin nodded, although he didn't know what to do, but he didn't ask.

There was nothing to say that night, and in the early morning of the second day, Zhang Qingyin woke up from his dream, jumped out of bed at once, ran to Chen Qingtang's bed barefoot, fell to his knees with a "plop", and said in a choked voice: "Uncle, last night, I dreamed of my mother's kiss." ”