When she first came here a few days ago, Bi Yue felt like a guest who had strayed in by mistake. She stood in Kyoto, Normal University, and the streets and alleys, as if she was watching an old feature film.
She struggled, worked hard, and kept moving forward without giving up. That was because it was human instinct and everyone had to eat.
Today, she felt a little relaxed at the moment. She finally made some money and felt a little safe.
Bi Yue glanced at Bi Cheng who was busy collecting money and giving change. She pursed her lips, wiped the sweat from her forehead with her arm, and started kneading the dough with a smile.
After only three hours of sleep, they hurriedly started the fire and fried seventy-five dough sticks. Bi Yue and Bi Cheng, brother and sister, were hungrier than anyone else, but at this moment, they were also more satisfied than anyone else.
The two little hands were covered with flour, and the rolling pin flexibly rolled the dough into a pancake. "Dangdangdang", the crisp sound of the kitchen knife falling on the chopping board was heard, and three cuts were made on the pancake.
The smell of oil smoke filled Bi Yue's nostrils. She half-closed her eyes and looked at the wok. One by one, small pancakes were placed in the wok. After a while, the golden pancakes slowly swelled up and looked plump and thick. When she took a bite, she found that they were soft inside and crispy outside, sweet but not greasy.
It's like a time machine traveling through the world.
There was once an elderly couple who used an old oil barrel as a stove to fry dough sticks and sell fried cakes, and they did this for most of their lives.
"Old man, you don't have any accuracy, I'll make the dough."
"Alas! We used to be junk collectors, how could we possibly make delicious food? Old lady, don't get angry. If we can't sell anything, I'll eat it. Xuanxuan and I will eat it. If that doesn't work, let's just go collect junk."
"No, Xuanxuan has grown up and is going to school. I can't let other children look down on her!"
I studied it over and over again, wondering how much brown sugar and white sugar to put in the dough, and how to make the dough for fried dough sticks so that it would be perfect, crispy, and large in quantity.
The elderly couple walked from street to street, stared at the wash basin in a daze, felt upset when they couldn't sell the products, and even looked at the rough hands with doubt and wonder.
Collecting waste can make money, but why do you have to set up a breakfast stall?
"Aixuan collects junk, especially cans and plastic bags!" A dozen children ran by shouting the rhyme.
Four-year-old Aixuan, with her hands twisted together and pigtails tied around her neck, stood crying at the gate of Ai's house. She wasn't a rag collector; she wanted to play with the other kids.
In the dead of night, one of the elderly couple was fanning the four-year-old Aixuan;
Another elderly woman said to a sleeping child who was still sobbing because of crying during the day, "Grandma doesn't accept rags anymore."
One after another, twisted dough sticks and fried dough sticks rolled in the boiling oil pan, and one piece of change after another was put into the pocket.
Aixuan had everything that other children wore and accessorized. She learned piano when she was young, and when she grew up to be an 18-year-old girl, she attended a prestigious school.
In the past, Bi Yue did these things on New Year’s Eve.
Today, Bi Yue chose to take this first step in order to pass on love.
There is a kind of love that really comes back.
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"Sister, guess how much I earned?!" Bi Cheng was so excited that he seemed to have forgotten the hard work of working for several hours. He asked himself and answered mysteriously:
"You definitely won't guess it. Fifteen dollars and eighty cents, fifteen dollars and eighty cents!"
"Well, hurry up and eat your porridge. After you finish, we'll clean up and move to the warehouse. We'll hurry back to school."
Bi Yue answered calmly, picked up the porridge that was left at the bottom of the bucket, poured it into two large bowls, and went straight to the pancake stall.
"Sister, look at me...well, this porridge is still hot. Millet porridge is good for the stomach, hehe." Bi Yue smiled innocently, and then ran away quickly before Sister Pancake could grab her.
"You girl! Bowl! You don't want the bowl anymore?"
Bi Yue waved at the cheerful elder sister and replied loudly:
"I'll leave it there, thank you!"
Thank you for giving her some advice by chance and for asking an old neighbor nearby to guarantee the rent for her. Every little bit of help may sound insignificant, but it is really important to Bi Yue.
"Sister! It's only our first day, and we only have a little white flour, fifteen dollars and eighty cents!"
Bi Yue laughed this time. Yesterday, his elder brother was still worried about the white flour, but now he said that there was only so little white flour.
"Yes! Let's try harder!" He waved his fist at Bi Cheng.
The young man scratched his head again, this time feeling inexplicably embarrassed. However, as he scratched, he couldn't help laughing as he faced his sister.
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For several days in a row, Bi Yue sat in the classroom with a strong smell of oil smoke on her body.
She was used to sitting in a row with her roommates, but ever since she heard the "big lady" Yuan Lisha pinch her nose and say in disgust: "What's that smell on you?"
When Bi Yue rushed back to the classroom for morning classes, she would choose to sit in the last row.
I can’t remember which day it was, but Liang Xiaoxiao sat next to Bi Yue with a book in her hand. From that day on, the two young girls would whisper to each other while sitting in the corner of the classroom.
On the day of Liang Xiaoxiao's birthday, it was still past three in the morning. She opened her eyes when Bi Yue closed the dormitory door.
Turning sideways and reaching out, I saw a large steamed bun being rolled into the shape of a longevity peach. The tip of the peach was dyed pink with fruit, which shows how much care was put into it.
Liang Xiaoxiao took a bite.
Her family lived in a government compound, and steamed buns were just a kind of food to her, but to Bi Yue, she understood.
It wasn't just Liang Xiaoxiao who received Bi Yue's "gift". Teacher Li Yongyuan, who introduced her to the tutoring job, also received two fried dough sticks.
Bi Yue did not hide anything. She stood in the office with her head slightly lowered and talked about her own situation.
"You can't do that. You're a grown woman, and you're coming home so early in the morning and so late at night. It's not safe. What if it gets dark early in the fall? Besides, your body can't handle it, and it will affect your studies!"
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