Food for the people

When Qiao Ling's parents were still there, Qiao Ling thought about studying.

When he was very young, Qiao's father began to teach him to read and write. After Qiao Yu grew up and went to a private school, the texts taught by his husband would come back and read to him every day. Although Qiao's family was not a rich family, but The two brothers are also very willing to spend money on them. When the old house of Qiao's family was still there, he and Qiao Yu had a special study room, which contained a lot of books. Father Qiao himself liked it very much. look.

Influenced by Qiao's father and Qiao Sheng's relationship, Qiao Ling had a strong interest in private schools since he was a child, but he was too young at that time, and even if he wanted to go, Mr. Private School was not willing to accept him.

When he was finally old enough to go to a private school, something happened to the Qiao family again, both parents died, and his brother was gone.

If Qiao Yu's soul hadn't floated over and attached to his elder brother, there would be no relatives of him in this world.

So under such circumstances, Qiao Ling never thought that he could go back to study.

He got an elder brother for nothing, God had already treated him well enough, he didn't dare to be too greedy.

Seeing Qiao Ling's appearance, Qiao Yu made a good guess about the smallness in his heart, pulled him closer to him, squeezed his face and said, "I asked you to go to a private school to study, just let it go like this." Are you surprised? Don't I look like someone who would do such a thing?"

Qiao Yu deliberately spoke seriously, and Qiao Ling really panicked. When he looked up at him, his eyes were red, and he looked at him with watery eyes and shook his head: "No, I didn't think about it that way, Brother Qiao Yu He is the best brother in the whole world." After he finished speaking, he looked up at Qiao Yu cautiously, and added, "Except for brother."

Qiao Yu didn't hold back, but still smiled.

"Just know, you are the real only child of the Qiao family. If I don't send you to a private school, do I really want you to set up a stall with me to sell food? Although there is nothing wrong with it, the seven-foot man has ambitions everywhere." , Brother believes that you will definitely have a great future in the future, how can I let you be buried like this."

This is what Qiao Yu said in his heart. He has always seen Qiao Ling's intelligence and eagerness to learn, and as a well-educated future person in the 21st century, he knows how useful learning is to a person. Qiao Ling Ling is still young, so there should be many possibilities for his future. No matter what he wants to do in the future, at least now Qiao Yu is willing to give him more choices and let him try one by one.

This is his expectation, and it must be the expectation of Qiao Sheng whose body is occupied by him.

As long as he lives in this world, he will take care of Qiao Ling for a day. This is not only his love for Qiao Ling, but also the only compensation he can make for Qiao Sheng.

As soon as Qiao Yu finished speaking, Qiao Ling stretched out his hand and grabbed his clothes tightly, then suddenly buried his face in Qiao Yu's arms, crying.

Qiao Yu stretched out her hand, and finally put it lightly on Qiao Ling's shoulder, and said softly, "As I said, as long as you are willing, I will always be your brother."

Qiao Ling lay silently in Qiao Yu's arms and shed tears for a while, and when the emotions passed, she raised her head from Qiao Yu's arms in embarrassment, her eyes were red like rabbits, and said in a nasal voice, "Brother wants me to write What?"

Seeing that he had finished crying, Qiao Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief. He is not very good at coaxing people. Qiao Ling changed the subject.

"Let's not talk about this. I haven't eaten breakfast yet. It's still early. What's the matter after we have breakfast. Now let me wash my face first."

Only then did Qiao Ling realize that he had been standing outside the courtyard for quite a while, dragging Qiao Yu's clothes, feeling even more embarrassed, he quickly let go of his hand, rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, and replied, "Then brother, go quickly!" , the water in the pot must be already hot, I'll go and boil some more porridge to drink."

After speaking, he ran to the firewood room to hold firewood.

Both of them didn't eat much for breakfast, Qiao Yu didn't eat much because of his physical condition, and Qiao Ling didn't know whether it was because he had vented his emotions or was nervous, so he didn't eat much.

There was still a lot of brown rice porridge left in the pot. Qiao Yu cleaned up the porridge and washed the dishes before going back to the room and took out a pen and ink and spread it on the table to tell Qiao Ling what to write.

He made a chess piece, with a white background and a black edge, one side is straight and the other side is triangular.

Qiao Yu threw the chess pieces in front of Qiao Ling, and handed him the pen dipped in ink, "Come, take out your best characters and write something on them."

Qiao Ling didn't understand, "Noodles? What kind of noodles?"

Qiao Yu said: "On the surface of the noodles, just write one word, and write a little smaller. I'll add more when I'm done."

Qiao Ling didn't know what he was going to do, but since Qiao Yu ordered, he would obey obediently even if he was in doubt, gestured to find the angle, and quickly wrote neatly on it in a font that Qiao Yu couldn't understand. The word "face" was added.

Qiao Yu picked it up and looked at it. The face characters were similar to traditional characters, but not exactly the same. Qiao Ling's characters were still immature and not particularly good-looking, but they were neat and neat, and they were definitely better than his writing. Much better.

But...Qiao Yu thought of the words written with iron and silver hooks that she saw outside Liu Qiaoshou's door. If they were written well, those words were still well written. , the craftsmanship and calligraphy are not bad.

"How about brother? Is this okay?" Qiao Ling asked.

Qiao Yu nodded: "No problem, come on, let me use the pen."

Qiao Ling handed the pen to Qiao Yu's hand, Qiao Yu rubbed his chin in thought for a while, then put it down again.

"No, I still have to make a draft first, so I made this small flag. If it breaks, please, Xiaoling, help me get a piece of carbon from the stove. It's fine if it's thin enough to draw something."

Qiao Ling didn't ask any more questions, and took it with a reply. In the blink of an eye, he ran back from the kitchen again, holding a small long, thin piece of carbon and asked, "Is this okay?"

Qiao Yu looked up, "No problem, that's it."

Qiao Yu took the carbon strip and stared at the small flag for a while, then bent down and began to draw on it.

After a while he clapped his hands and laughed, "It's done."

He raised the small flag in front of Qiao Ling, and asked rather proudly, "How about this one? Does it look good?"

Qiao Ling took a look, only to find that he had added a picture next to the face he wrote.

In fact, it’s not really a painting. Qiao Ling’s writing was not big according to Qiao Yu’s request, and it only took up a small part of the entire flag, and Qiao Yu wrote a few simple strokes in most of the remaining blank space. The shape of a noodle bowl was outlined, and a few vivid noodles were drawn in the bowl, picked up by a pair of chopsticks, still steaming.

And the noodle character written by Qiao Ling was squarely framed in the center of the noodle bowl, as if the bowl was originally like this.

"It's beautiful!" Qiao Ling boasted smoothly, and then remembered to ask: "What is this for?"

"Of course it's for a signboard." Qiao Yu replied with a smile, looking quite satisfied with her work.

He dipped the pen into the ink and darkened the border he had drawn with carbon strips, making the whole picture look more harmonious. He held up a small flag and blew it twice, and walked out while waving to Qiao Ling. "Come on, let me show you how this signboard looks."

Qiao Yu walked to the small dining car parked in the yard, took out the flagpole that had been prepared earlier, put the small flag on and poked it on the side of the small dining car.

The small flag with a white background and black border fluttered twice in the wind, and the cute and obvious pictures and texts on it were exposed, which was both beautiful and conspicuous.

Qiao Ling's clever brain knew what Qiao Yu meant as soon as he turned his mind, and immediately his eyes lit up a little and he asked, "Brother, is this useful?"

Qiao Yu smiled and said, "Whether it's useful or not, won't you know in the afternoon?"

After finishing all this, it was time to get ready for business. Qiao Yu washed his hands and went into the stove. While cutting the shredded meat and marinating it with his own dried and ground starch, he opened the altar to fish out the marinated cabbage and Shred the radish, sour cabbage and sour radish together, and cut the onion, ginger and garlic and put it on a plate for later use.

Then set Qiaoling on fire.

The fire quickly licked the iron pan until it became very hot. Pour half of the vegetable oil and half lard into the pan and it burned until it smoked. Then Qiao Yu quickly poured the shredded pork in and stir-fried a few times to coat the shredded pork with starch. The outer surface is quickly heated and turns brown, and the meat inside is fresh and tender, and the fragrance is overflowing.

The marinated meat cooked quickly, and Qiao Yu served the meat without stirring it a few times.

Then put the onion, ginger and garlic until fragrant, then put the big pot of sauerkraut in and stir fry.

The sour and fragrant juice evaporated quickly, and the whole room was filled with an appetizing and sour fragrance.

Qiao Yu rolled up his sleeves and mixed the fried meat together, and after stirring a few more times, he scooped it out and put it in a basin.

Standing on the side, Qiao Ling unconsciously swallowed, feeling that he had just eaten, but now he was going to be hungry again.

"Do you want to eat?" Qiao Yu turned to ask him.

Qiao Ling shook his head: "Don't eat it, let's sell it."

Qiao Yu laughed: "Your bowl is not bad, you can eat it if you want."

Qiao Ling still shook his head: "Come back at night." If there is any leftover, he will eat it. Of course, he hopes that the things made by his brother can be sold out, because he has never eaten better than his brother's. something to eat.

How could Qiao Yu not know what he was thinking, this child is really sensible and makes people feel distressed.

The morning time passed quickly, and at noon the sun slowly climbed overhead, and Qiao Yu's estimated time to open the stall also arrived.

Qiao Yu put a large jar full of sauerkraut and shredded pork on the small stove hole on the trolley, and then added a few pieces of charcoal to it, so that the vegetables in the jar could maintain a certain degree of heat even in the cold winter months. In addition, the temperature of the porcelain pot is not high, and it will not be overcooked while keeping warm.

On the other big furnace hole, Qiao Yudun put an iron pot on it, under which the chopped firewood could be placed to boil water and cook noodles.

In addition to these two things, several cans of water were placed under the trolley to replace the boiled noodles, so as to prevent the noodle soup from being mushy if the pot of water was boiled for too long.Next to the water tank was chopped firewood of a suitable size, and on top of the firewood was a bamboo basket covered with oiled paper, which contained the "noodles" that Qiao Yu had made after several days of research, and the rough porcelain bowl was placed on another In the basket, next to it is a loofah for washing.

After packing up everything, Qiao Yu and Qiao Ling locked the courtyard gate together, and pushed the cart out.

As soon as he came out of the alley, he ran into the fat man who had insulted the Qiao Yu brothers. The fat man was leading a few children to play with his friends. When he turned his head and saw the Qiao Yu brothers, his expression changed instantly, and he hated each other from a long distance away. After staring at them twice, he ran away in a hurry.

Qiao Yu laughed to himself, and said, "You know how to run, which means you're not too stupid."

When he said this, Qiao Ling couldn't help laughing.