Green Ya Restaurant

An ancient-style farming article with a short story about parents and food management. Core style: ✔️ The atmosphere of the city ✔️ The healing food ✔️ Zero best relatives ✔️ The warmth of family In Qingshan Village during the Grain Rain season, four-year-old Lin Ya always loved to lie down by the stove, watching her mother, Wang, steam golden corn paste, and watching her father, Lin Dashan, weave strong bamboo baskets. When the family was sitting around eating steamed buns with wild vegetables, Lin Dashan's words "Go to the town and try it" were like seeds falling into the soil - the Lin family's life was about to move from the field to the market. From mobile stalls to fixed stalls in the corner of grocery stores, from corn paste to sugar flower buns and sweet and sour garlic, there is countless warmth hidden in the smoke and smoke of the Lin family: the eldest brother Lin Qiang carries a load while walking through the streets, and there are red marks on his shoulders. The second sister, Lin Wan, embroidered the orchid grass handkerchief to hide her youthful thoughts between the cloth village and the academy; the second brother, Lin Mao, held the Suan Jing and studied hard, and the abacus beads beat louder than anyone else; and Lin Ya always used children's words to bring out new tastes. ——Pinch the flower pleats on the buns, tie the red thread on the sugar garlic, and feed the weeds in the cracks of the bricks with sugar residue. The fragrance of sesame from the oil shop, the light of silk fabrics from the cloth shop, and the sound of reading from the county school, mixed with the sweetness of freshly steamed rice cakes, form a river on the bluestone road. This family is like sunflowers in the corner of the courtyard, taking root in the soil and facing the sun, steaming out ordinary days full of warmth and brewing long-lasting sweetness.