"Sister, what are you thinking about?"
Qiao Linqin washed the meat and returned to the kitchen. Qiao Linxi was still in a daze, so he poked her and startled her.
"Nothing, has the meat been washed?"
Qiao Linxi shook her head to get rid of the doubts in her mind. Then she looked at the water in the pot, which had begun to bubble, and asked Qiao Linqin to put the meat and big bones in.
Then, Qiao Linxi poured all the noodles she bought into the basin and started kneading the dough until it no longer stuck to her hands. The water in the pot has just boiled, and you can still smell the aroma of meat.
Qiao Linxi took the noodles in her hand, picked off small pieces and threw them into the pot. These are called gnocchi. Because of its small size and the high temperature of the water in the pot, the gnocchi floated not long after it went down. Next to him, Qiao Linqin quickly took out a bowl and filled it out.
"Wow, it smells so good."
The aroma from the kitchen filled the entire yard, and all the children gathered around the kitchen waiting to be fed.
"Lin Shan, take out the meat and cut it into slices. Put a few slices in each bowl."
The pork belly was not particularly thick, just a thin strip, so it was cooked quickly. Qiao Linshan found a knife and a cutting board to cut the meat, and evenly placed it on the gnocchi.
All the children got a bowl of pimple soup with meat. Although the seasoning was only salt, it was also the most delicious food for the children.
Qiao Linxi also filled two bowls with a dinner plate and carried it out of the kitchen. She walked towards the main building, intending to give one to the old lady and the others as payment for the rent.
It was getting late, and there was still a ray of sunset shining behind the main building. It was not dark in the yard, but the main building blocked the sun. When Qiao Linxi walked to the shade, she felt a chill on her body.
Especially when she stepped onto the steps of the main building, a gust of cold wind rushed up from her trouser legs and reached her neck, making Qiao Linxi shiver.
After crossing the steps, the coolness disappeared, which made Qiao Linxi think that she was hallucinating.
The door to the main building was closed, and Qiao Linxi knocked for a long time before getting a response.
"Grandma, it's me. I made some pimple soup and served some for you."
Just when Qiao Linxi thought she would not get a response, the old lady's voice came from the house.
"come in."
Qiao Linxi pushed the door open and saw the old lady lying on the rocking chair in front of the window. The light in the room was very dark, only the light from the yard came through, and the old lady didn't light a lamp, which was a bit scary.
"Grandma, I brought you some pimple soup. Try it and see how it tastes?"
"Is it you?" The old lady seemed to recognize Qiao Linxi after hearing the voice. She stood up slowly holding on to the rocking chair: "I am old and my ears are not working well. I am easily sleepy, so I didn't hear you knocking on the door. "
Qiao Linxi smiled and said nothing. She put the plate on the table and stepped forward to help the old lady up and to the edge of the table.
"It smells delicious. Girl, you still have this skill."
Qiao Linxi picked up a few and put them in a small bowl and handed them to the old lady: "I made them blindly. I don't know how they taste."
Qiao Linxi didn't know what was going on, but she just wanted to see the old lady eat something made from the water in her yard. She always felt that something was wrong in this yard, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.
"Put it there. I'll eat it later when I'm hungry. As people get older, they move less and can't eat too much."
The old lady did not take the bowl, which made Qiao Linxi more and more confused and the suspicion in her heart became heavier.
"Just eat one and give me some advice. This is my first time making pimple soup."
Qiao Linxi insisted, and the old lady smiled, took the bowl, scooped out a gnocchi with a spoon and put it in her mouth.
"Well, it's good. The dough is chewy and smooth, with a good texture and a moderate saltiness. The girl is really good at her craft."
After praising Qiao Linxi's cooking skills, the old lady ate a few more, and then Qiao Linxi left.
She came out of the main building and met someone at the foot of the steps.
Qiao Linxi looked at him, and he looked at Qiao Linxi. Qiao Lin went downstairs and he went up. Time seemed to be running at a slow speed, and the time Qiao Linxi passed by him was magnified countless times. This allowed Qiao Linxi to see the man's appearance clearly.
Isn't this the crazy old man on the street during the day? But he was wearing clean and decent robes, his hair was tied with a gray hairband, and his beard hung neatly under his chin.
The facial features were exactly the same as that of the madman during the day, making it difficult for Qiao Linxi not to think too much. What is his relationship with that crazy old man in Baibai?
"Old man? Are you back?"
The old lady's voice came from inside the house. Qiao Linxi's feet had just stepped off the steps, and time seemed to have returned to normal. Qiao Linxi walked into the yard and looked back at the man. He had already entered the main building.
"Why did you eat it? Didn't you say you would wait for me to bring it back?" This was the voice of the man just now, and the tone of his voice was no different from that of the crazy old man.
"A group of children came to our house today. They made this. You can try it."
"Well, it tastes pretty good. Let me buy some food and let them cook it for you another day, so as not to worry about you having nothing to eat at home alone."
There were sounds of chewing and talking coming from the house, and it all seemed so normal. Qiao Linxi shook her head, suppressed the doubts in her heart, and returned to the kitchen to eat.
"Sister, this pimple soup is delicious. I want to eat it again tomorrow." Qiao Linshu, a snack connoisseur, said with satisfaction as he rubbed his belly.
"Tomorrow we have to go out to earn money so we can have food. If we want to gain a foothold here, we need to find a livelihood that allows us to make a living. Otherwise, if we just live here without food, we will all starve to death."
As for what to do when going out, Qiao Linxi already had a preliminary idea, which was to make pimple soup. This did not require complicated techniques and the materials were cheap. As for the kitchen utensils, she could borrow them from the old lady.
"We listen to my sister."
After arranging all the children, Qiao Linxi lay in her room and stared at the roof in a daze. It stands to reason that now that she has found a place to stay and has a clue about doing business, Qiao Linxi can sleep peacefully.
But she felt very uneasy and didn't know why. She always felt that the crazy old man she met on the street during the day and the male owner of this yard were the same person. They can't be two people with the same height, body shape, appearance, and even voice.
But why is that old man acting crazy during the day, but this is normal at night? Could it be a split personality?
What secret is hidden behind him?
There are too many weird things in this yard, and the owner of the yard is also very weird, which makes Qiao Linxi even less sleepy.
But after all, she hadn't slept peacefully for several days, and she soon couldn't hold on and fell asleep.
It was around midnight when Qiao Linxi heard a knock on the door in a daze, which made her hair immediately stand up.
