As a philosopher said, life will go on no matter what.
More than ten days have passed since the incident, and Li Youran has taken care of the funeral arrangements for Mr. Sun. In addition to the hospital expenses, Mr. Sun's savings have been running low, which only worsens Li Youran's sense of crisis.
Sun Xiaoying's mood has gradually recovered. She has been running around with Li Youran these days, but her face is still pale, her face seems to have lost some weight, and her eyes look bigger, which makes people feel sad. It is different from the past.
The red bow on the braid has also disappeared.
On this day, Li Youran woke up in the middle of the night and found that the light in the room opposite was still on, and there were thumping sounds from time to time.
Li Youran put on her coat, came to the corridor, knocked lightly, and then pushed the door open. She saw Sun Xiaoying wearing white work clothes with a light yellow apron tied around her waist. She rolled up her sleeves and was laboriously kneading on the chopping board.
Holding a big piece of dough, his forehead was covered with sweat, and some flour was rubbed on his cheeks and nose, which made him look a little funny.
"Brother Youran, it's you, why haven't you slept yet?" Sun Xiaoying wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and forced a smile at Li Youran.
"Xiaoying, you..." Li Youran didn't know what to say.
"I haven't had a stall for many days, and this is not an option. I'm going to make some steamed buns and sell them in the morning." Sun Xiaoying paused, and her eyes became firm and persistent.
"I want grandpa to see that I will live a good life."
"Let me do it." Li Youran said nothing, rolled up his sleeves, stepped forward to grab the dough, and kneaded it decently.
Sun Xiaoying watched Li Youran's skillful movements intently, a little surprised.
"Brother Youran, can you do this too?"
"Haha, don't forget, I also come from the countryside. I steam buns, make pancakes, make noodles, and do everything in my hometown." Li Youran said with a smile.
The dough was kneaded and then placed in an aluminum basin to rise. Xiaoying took a piece of wet gauze and covered it.
Li Youran started to make the second dough. He scooped out the flour from the dough bag and poured it on the chopping board. He added yeast water, baking powder, and sugar, mixed evenly, and rolled it into a volcanic pit shape. Sun Xiaoying poured warm water into the pit, and Li Youran
Youran immediately started kneading the noodles.
After the second dough is made, put it into the aluminum basin and let it rest. After waiting for a while, the first dough has almost woken up. Take it out, roll it into a long strip, cut it into small pieces with a knife, and roll it out.
The skin is a standard round shape, thick in the middle and thin around the edges.
"Brother Youran, you are no worse than grandpa."
Sun Xiaoying was very happy, took the stuffing that had been prepared on the side, and started to make buns. Her delicate hands gently picked up a piece of bun skin, filled it with stuffing, moved her fingers up and down flexibly, folded the skin in half, and sealed it.
Pinch the pleated flower, and like magic, a beautiful and plump bun will appear on the sorghum stalk in a few seconds.
"You're so beautiful, sister Xiaoying, you are really capable." Li Youran admired sincerely.
Sun Xiaoying's pale face turned slightly red, and she wrinkled her nose proudly.
Li Youran knew that he could not make such beautiful buns, so the two continued to divide their work and cooperate. As time went by, white, fat and delicate little guys were born one after another.
Li Youran looked at these results with deep thought in his heart. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and made a decision.
"Xiaoying, I will be the one running the stall starting tomorrow."
"Ah." Sun Xiaoying's eyes widened.
"Brother Youran, what are you talking about? You are a college student, how can you sell steamed buns on the street?"
"College students?" Li asked with a wry smile, "In this great era, the number of college students exceeds the number of weeds on the roadside. I have decided to start my own business, starting from this!"
As if she wanted to express something, Li Youran punched the dough twice.
Sun Xiaoying looked at the beaten dough and said nothing. There was a complicated thought in her heart that she didn't know what it was.