The group’s favorite Xiao Long Bao: seven brothers and uncles love it to the extreme

The old temple master was looking at the faces of the three children in a daze when a little Taoist priest ran over, pulled the old temple master to the side and whispered a few words.

The old temple master was stunned, "What?"

Then he gave Long Baoer a meaningful look.

It turns out that this is Long Baoer.

He said where could such a child come from in the capital? He would be destined to be rich and powerful, but yet...

If it's Long Baoer, that's right.

But this little girl was brought back by Taoist Master Ma, so it would be difficult for him to accept a disciple.

The old patron smiled slightly at the three children and said, "Let's go play."

The three children ran away happily, and the old viewer also ran away happily. He wanted to go to Taoist Master Ma quickly to see if there was any hope.

Now that the little Taoist priest has come out, he doesn't plan to hide anymore. He also runs with Long Baoer and the others, "Where are you going to play? I am familiar with this place and I will take you there."

The little Taoist priest introduced himself as Qinglang, and he was a disciple of the Qing generation in Guanzhong.

"Your name is Qinglang? My master also gave me a name. My name is Qingfeng."

Qing Lang smiled naively, "I am Senior Brother Yuntai Guanqing. I will call you Junior Brother Qingfeng from now on."

"Okay, Senior Brother Qinglang."

A few children ran and played outside for a while, and suddenly snow began to fall from the sky.

Several children felt cold. Of course, the main reason is that Yingying is cold.

"I'll take you to a good place." Qinglang said with a smile.

Soon, the three children followed Qinglang to a small cave behind the Taoist temple, pulled together the dead branches and leaves on the ground, took out the fire sticks and lit them.

"Is it warm?" Qinglang smiled.

The three little ones all nodded vigorously.

"It would be better if there are sweet potatoes." Qing Lang muttered and went to rummage in the firewood pile nearby, and he actually found several pieces of sweet potatoes, one of which was quite large, and the others were smaller.

"Wow, that's true!"

"Okay, it's time to eat sweet potatoes!" Long Baoer still remembers the steamed sweet potatoes she ate from the Chen family in the village where Yi'er was rescued. They were very sweet and delicious.

"Are sweet potatoes delicious?" Yingying tilted her head.

"How do you know whether sweet potatoes are delicious or not? You just love chicken legs." Yi'er complained.

"Huh, chicken legs are delicious."

A few of them were noisy, while Qinglang went to gather all the dead branches nearby, piled them together, and stuffed the sweet potatoes into the burning firewood pile.

"I'm here to help collect firewood too!"

Yi'er helped collect firewood, and Long Baoer followed behind. Yi'er dragged the big branch, and Long Baoer followed behind to pick up the small branches.

It's not that she can't lift it, but it's just that she's too small.

Yingying didn't want to move at first.

She was running around with Long Baoer and the others, feeling even more tired than usual when playing with sandbags.

At this moment, I finally found a place to rest for a while.

But Long Baoer was unwilling to let her go. He came over and grabbed her arms with both hands and pulled her up. "Sister, come and play. You need to exercise more to lose weight."

"I don't, I'm tired, Long Baoer, please let me go..." Yingying also shouted.

"Sister, you have to lose some weight to be healthy!" Long Bao'er let go of his hand and said seriously, "When we lose weight, we will follow the horse walking with the brothers. Next time we see that annoying person, we will deal with her together!"

"...Song Qian'er?" Yingying was about to sit back when she froze. Then nodded, "Okay!"

Maybe it was because she hated Song Qianer too much, or maybe it was because she had been fat-shamed by Song Qianer too many times. Once she heard that she could lose weight and practice martial arts to beat Song Qianer, Cao Yingying's will instantly strengthened a lot.

Roasting sweet potatoes requires a lot of firewood, and a small fire is constantly roasting.

So Long Baoer took Cao Yingying to pick up a lot of firewood. It wasn't until Qinglang shouted that it was enough, it was really enough, that everyone stopped.

When they went out to collect firewood, Qinglang also boiled a pot of water on the fire. He first scooped out some for everyone to wash their hands, then cleaned the bowls in the cave, and scooped out the boiled water for them to drink some warmth. Warm up.

In fact, they were no longer cold at this time. After running back and forth so many times, there were even beads of sweat on their foreheads.

After lowering the straw curtain above the cave, it suddenly became warmer, and the firelight illuminated the cheeks of several people red.

"Elder brother, isn't this a cave? Why are there sweet potatoes and bowls?"

"Although this is a cave, it is actually the place where we audience disciples are punished. It is commonly known as the small dark room." Qinglang looks like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. He is not very good-looking and a little dark, but he loves to laugh.

He told the three little guys interesting stories about how he and his fellow apprentices were punished by the old master and his uncles.

"At first we just cried and thought about our mistakes here, but as time went by, we got used to it. We also prepared some sweet potatoes, taro and the like here, and grilled them when we were hungry. You see... "

Qinglang stood up and pulled apart a piece of straw. Unexpectedly, someone smashed a gap in the stone wall behind, and bamboo tubes were placed inside.

"what is this?"

"There is salt, sugar, chili, pepper, Sichuan peppercorns..." Qinglang introduced them one by one.

The three children don't know much about anything except sugar. But that doesn't stop them from being amazed.

"Then, brother Qinglang, can we get anything else?"

"Yes, when it stops snowing outside, I can go find some food for you." Qinglang said, "There are still a lot of rice grains here. I'll give you popcorn to eat."

Qinglang took out a relatively thick bamboo tube from the bottom, poured out a lot of rice grains, and pulled out a small pile of firewood to cover the rice grains.

Then he said confidently, "Just wait, there will be something to eat soon."

Sure enough, they didn't have to wait too long when they heard a slight popping sound coming from the small pile of firewood.

Long Baoer's ears were very good, so he turned around and looked over, "It's ringing!"

"Let me take a look!" Qinglang pulled it with another branch, and sure enough, a few grains of white rice pops came out. "It's true, my little sister has very good ears."

Qinglang pulled out a few grains of rice popcorn. Some of them still had rice husks on their tails, and some were just white and fat rice grains. However, because they came from the firewood pile, they were somewhat stained with dust.

Yingying was a little disgusted.

Although she was raised a little crookedly, her living standard was not low. She had snacks and fruits every day, let alone the ones that fell on the ground, even if they were clean, she had never eaten such simple food.

Long Baoer pinched one and tasted it, "It tastes like rice!"

Qinglang laughed loudly, "Rice is just rice, it just doesn't have a mortar."

"Brother Yi'er eats it too." Long Bao'er picked a big one for Yi'er and put it in the palm of his hand.

Fortunately, now Long Bao'er is also a child who has gone to school, and Yi'er will no longer shout "one or two".

Yi'er also imitated Long Bao'er and threw it into his mouth, savoring it carefully, "Well, it's delicious! It's a bit sweet."

"...Then let me try it too."