A small breakfast shop in the street market, supporting the family and making money

Chapter 168 Haggis Soup

Because they were widows, they were often spread with crazy rumors, so they were always bullied by other women, saying that Mrs. Wang and her husband were restless and seduced the men in their family.

This made life even more difficult for Sister Wang and Sister Xia.

Therefore, since both of them were widows with children, they sympathized with each other and helped each other and kept each other warm.

Mrs. Wang's other four-year-old son, who could understand some things, was squatting on a small stool helping to clean the mutton offal.

Mrs. Wang's eldest daughter, who was seven or eight years old, was at home helping to look after Mrs. Xia's son, who was less than one year old and sleeping.

After hearing this, Leng Yan and her mother both lamented how difficult it was for them.

"Big sister, you will get better and better in the future."

Zhang Cuiniang thought about it and used her experience to comfort them one by one, and then she severely scolded those women who could not control their own men and took their anger out on others.

This era is already harsh on women, but they also have to endure tremendous malice. Just imagine how difficult their lives are.

Finally, in the evening, after all the sheep offal were cleaned and their wages were paid, Zhang Cuiniang secretly decided that if there was any work to be done in the shop in the future, she would definitely give priority to asking them for help.

Life is not easy for anyone, so help as much as you can.

At this time, Leng Yan's first pot of mutton offal soup, baked pancakes, and several dishes were just ready, so they invited Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Xia, and the children to have dinner.

Mrs. Wang and her husband felt a little embarrassed when they knew that the Leng family was in the food business.

"Oh, the delicious food you guys make is for business and making money. How can we eat it? No way."

Mrs. Wang waved her hand flattered, even though she was already feeling hungry from the aroma wafting from the kitchen.

"Yes, yes, we are here to work, and we should go back after we get paid. It's embarrassing to stay for dinner."

Aunt Xia swallowed, picked up Xingzi and was about to leave.

Zhang Cuiniang couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so she rushed forward and grabbed the two children.

"By the time you guys get back to prepare dinner, it's already dark, how long will it take to eat? Can adults and children wait? Stop it."

Zhang Cui Niang coaxed the two children into the kitchen first, "Go back quickly and bring the other two children over to eat together, so that they won't be anxious waiting."

"Go now, don't just stand there and watch."

After saying this, Zhang Cuiniang ignored them and took the children to wash their hands and eat.

Anyway, the child is here, they can't just abandon him.

Mrs. Wang and her husband had no choice but to agree upon seeing this. They were deeply moved. How could they not be moved when they were invited to have such a sumptuous and delicious meal?

This could be said to be the most delicious and happiest meal they had ever eaten, better than what they had eaten during the Chinese New Year.

Mutton offal soup can dispel the coldness of winter and warm your heart.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Xia expressed their gratitude repeatedly before returning home with their sleepy children.

It was getting late and there were still two pots of mutton offal soup left to cook and sell at the market tomorrow morning.

Therefore, after the family of three discussed it, Leng Yan and her mother decided to stay in the shop today to watch the cooking of the mutton offal soup. Anyway, there were rooms in the backyard of the shop where they could rest.

Her father Leng Xun drove the ox cart home to tell his family so as not to make them worry, and then waited to come back the next morning.

After settling the matter, Leng Yan and her mother went into the kitchen and started stewing mutton offal soup in a large pot.

As the night deepened, when the soup made from the lamb bones and offal turned milky white, Leng Yan asked her mother to turn off most of the fire, leaving only a small flame simmering the soup in the pot, and then took out the lamb liver, lamb tripe and other ingredients that were almost cooked.

After doing all this, the mother and daughter went back to their room to wash up and go to bed.

The next day, Leng Yan was thinking about the soup in the pot, so she got up before dawn to check it.

Only when she lifted the lid of the pot and was filled with the rich and delicious mutton offal soup did she feel completely relieved.

Afterwards, she went to check the mutton fat chili peppers that had been packaged in several jars yesterday. Seeing the slightly half-solidified, rosy and shiny chili peppers, Leng Yan nodded with satisfaction and prepared to take out a jar from the morning market later.

After checking everything, Leng Yan went to the well to wash up, only to realize how terribly cold the weather was. Every breath he exhaled was covered with white mist.

It is impossible to wash or rinse your mouth with cold water. When Leng Yan turned to the kitchen to boil some hot water, her mother also got up and left the room.

"Hey, why did you get up so early, Yan girl? Why don't you get some more sleep?"

Zhang Cui Niang felt sorry for her daughter's hard work and couldn't help but mutter to herself, "People say that you can grow taller only if you get more sleep. You keep talking about wanting to grow taller, but you sleep so little. How can this be possible?"

As she said this, she took the wooden bucket from her daughter's hand and went to the kitchen to boil water.

Leng Yan was furious, "Mom, I told you not to bring this up!"

Seeing her daughter showing her childish side, Zhang Cui Niang could not help but raise her hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I won't say anything more."

Seeing this, Leng Yan became angry and turned to open the door to the backyard.

When it was dawn, Aunt Liu, Zhan Ying, Aunt Yu, Aunt Yao, and the three Qiangs came to work. As soon as they entered the backyard with their breath of air conditioning, they smelled a strong smell of mutton soup.

"Hey, boss, you didn't go home yesterday?"

When several people cried out in surprise, Leng Yan and her mother were each holding a bowl of mutton offal soup and drinking it sweetly.

Seeing this, they briefly explained the situation and then invited them to have a bowl of warm mutton soup each before starting work.

Just at this time, Leng Xun also drove the ox cart and pulled over the vegetables he bought in the village every day.

The people driving the ox carts early in the morning were so cold that their faces and hands were stiff. Leng Yan also served her father a bowl of mutton soup.

It was bitterly cold in the early morning of winter and we had no energy to do anything. But after drinking a bowl of mutton offal soup, we were instantly wrapped in warmth from the heart to the outside, from the soles of our feet to the top of our heads, and it was extremely comfortable.

Afterwards, they started cleaning, kneading dough, chopping stuffing, making dumplings, and making sauce-flavored cakes according to the division of labor every morning.

"Oh, this side is so good today!"

Aunt Liu kneaded the fluffy dough that was fermenting in the jar and couldn't help but laugh out loud with joy.

Now that the weather is cold, they knead the dough and ferment it before leaving work every day, and let it ferment slowly overnight.

"Yeah yeah."

Aunt Yao also echoed: "The steamed buns today will definitely be fragrant and soft."

"Who said it wasn't true? When the buns are steamed, we have to eat two each. If we don't, it would be a shame to eat such good noodles today."

Zhang Cuiniang also joined them with a smile, and in an instant the sounds of women talking and laughing, chatting about family matters filled the entire kitchen.

It makes the repetitive daily tasks no longer boring.

Leng Yan was preparing the sauce for the sauce-flavored cakes. When he saw the soft dough fermenting in the jar, he couldn't help but think of the milk-flavored steamed buns from his previous life.

Whether it is a hot pot restaurant or a barbecue restaurant, this kind of food seems to be indispensable, as it is both a staple food and a dessert.