"Change your name?" The Su family looked at each other in confusion.
"Not only me, my younger brothers and sisters also changed together."
"Why did you remember changing your name?" Yang asked.
Naturally, Su Qingluan couldn't say the real reason why she wanted to change back to her original name in her previous life, but she was ready with a ready-made excuse.
"After all, the name 'Da Ya' has always been used by the original Miss Hou Mansion. I don't know if she would mind. Since I want to completely break away from my past life, wouldn't it be better to just change my name? More What's more," Su Qingluan glanced out the door, "If my brother goes to school in the future, the name 'Er Zhuang' is not elegant, so it is best to have a scientific name."
Su Guangfu and Yang looked at each other and nodded, obviously convinced by Su Qingluan.
So Yang turned around and asked: "But your father and I are not very knowledgeable, how can we come up with those elegant names?"
"Don't worry about this." She had been thinking of names for her younger siblings for several days to match her own. "I'm already prepared."
Su Qingluan poured some of the cold water in the stoneware tea bowl onto the table, dipped his fingers in the water and wrote on the table: Qingluan, Xuanhe, Snow Goose.
Su Qingluan explained: "The Luan is a mythical bird that symbolizes good luck in the legend; the crane means 'songs and cranes prolong life', which is similar to the way parents named their younger brother 'Er Zhuang'; and the wild goose means Hongyan. The so-called 'ambition of a swan' means that I hope my little sister will have a big heart."
Yang smiled and said: "She is a little girl, but she has a big heart..."
Su Qingluan only said: "With a broad mind and a broad mind, you can live a good life no matter what."
The parents looked at the handwriting on the table that gradually disappeared as the water stains dried up. They read and recited it repeatedly, obviously very satisfied with the new names of their three children.
Mrs. Yang only sighed: "As expected, I have been raised in a rich family for many years, and the name I gave you is more pleasant than us!"
But Su Guangfu, who was always silent, looked at Su Qingluan: "Girl, did you remember something?"
Su Qingluan felt guilty for a while: Yes, she still wants to maintain her character of "forgetting all her past"!
Her thoughts turned rapidly, and she looked at Su Guangfu: "I think I may not forget the knowledge and skills I have mastered - otherwise I will become a fool who cannot speak and knows nothing about people after I lose my memory."
The moment these words were spoken, Su Qingluan silently praised his own quick wit: With this reason, if he raises any opinions that a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child should not raise in the future, he can also blame them on "I think I have heard them before." .
After solving the name problem and getting the "amnesia" matter out of the way, Su Qingluan seemed to have let go of something, and his originally restless heart became calmer.
Feeling relaxed, Su Qingluan clearly felt that her body was recovering faster.
Facing the morning sun of a new day, she secretly expressed her ambition in her heart: I thought that I was adopted by a master in my previous life. I couldn't even speak well so I started to learn how to cook. With the cooking skills of the past twenty years, I am afraid that I will not be able to cook again. Is this ancient world that cannot be mixed up?
Hum hum, when the time comes to open a chain of restaurants here, it will not be a dream for a wealthy person to live a happy life!
With the dream in her head that "The God of Cooking is reincarnated and is highly sought after", Su Qingluan rushed to the kitchen excitedly and saw that Yang was preparing "spicy" - dinner, one of the two meals a day.
Looking at the brown rice porridge in the earthen pot and the wild vegetables placed on the chopping board, Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Mom, let me help!"
Yang, who was bending down to make porridge, heard the voice and turned around. Seeing Su Qingluan coming, she waved to her quickly: "Hey, you haven't done it yet. The stove is very smokey, so be careful!" After that, he was about to face her. Push outside.
"Auntie, I'm fine!" Su Qingluan spun around in a circle, took her hand and walked into the kitchen again, "You might as well let me give you a beating!"
Yang looked at her eldest daughter's fingers, which were as slender as green onions. She didn't believe that she wanted to "strike" her. She just thought it was because she wanted to get closer to her, and she couldn't bear to ignore it. After thinking about it for a moment, he glanced at the earthen pot and said, "Then help my mother look at the stove first to make sure the porridge doesn't get to the bottom."
Su Qingluan took the long-handled wooden spoon from Yang's hand and stirred it evenly in the earthen pot. Looking at the wild vegetables that were the same as those of the previous days, she smiled helplessly: "Auntie, I'm fine now. I don't need to accommodate the whole family." I make porridge and wild vegetables every day, especially my younger brothers and sisters who are still growing."
Yang looked confused: "Why do you want to accommodate me?"
kindness? Did she understand it wrong? Su Qingluan also had questions in her head: "Isn't it because I'm sick in bed and have no appetite, so everyone comes to eat porridge and side dishes with me?"
There are two meals a day, morning and evening. Brown flour multi-grain pancakes, whole-grain porridge and blanched wild vegetables are the most basic "three things" that remain unchanged for thousands of years. Occasionally, there will be a small plate of pickled dried radish or a piece of tofu mixed with sauce. , as for meat, she has been here for less than half a month, and has not seen any other food except fish soup once.
Seeing Su Qingluan's confused look, Yang couldn't help but laugh out loud: "This is what we usually eat!"
……Eh? !
"...Don't you want to eat stir-fried vegetables?" Su Qingluan suddenly felt an ominous premonition.
"Stir-fried vegetables?" Mrs. Yang seemed to have heard some fantasy, "Silly girl, you need to use an iron pot for cooking. It is a precious thing and costs dozens or hundreds of taels of silver! How can we afford it? Besides, Our family doesn’t have that much money to buy meat and refining oil.”
"...So that kitchen knife isn't made of iron?" Su Qingluan felt a little weak and dizzy.
Yang took it as a matter of course: "We don't have any use for that precious gold thing. We, a small farmer, don't usually need to chop the bones of that big beast. A red gold knife is enough."
After some careful questioning, it turned out that the "red gold sword" was actually a copper sword.
And it’s not just kitchenware shortages.
Originally, Su Qingluan thought that the lack of iron pots and kitchen knives was just a matter of money. As long as you make money, although it is difficult, you can always buy them. But she didn't expect that many of the most basic seasonings and ingredients she is used to in modern times are a luxury for her now!
Not to mention the "technology and ruthless work" of the modern industrial system such as MSG chicken powder, even common condiments such as white saccharine and salt are basically "special supplies for the powerful". Ordinary people rarely eat sweets at home, and they can only afford coarse salt that has a lot of impurities and a bitter taste but is cheap.
As for meat, since there is a small river in Huaxi Village, you can occasionally catch some fish and shrimp to eat. However, river seafood generally has an earthy smell, and the nearby waters are not particularly abundant. The fish and shrimps are all on the small side, and most adult fish are considered "big fish." Therefore, the aquatic products near Huaxi Village are like useless, and can only be used at critical moments when there is no food. Just use it to satisfy your hunger.
As for other meats, they are either pork and mutton, which they are only willing to buy during the holidays; or poultry such as chickens and ducks, although most of them are domesticated, they have to lay eggs and are reluctant to slaughter them.
There are other "tragic situations" to name a few, and Su Qingluan's soul came out of her body: It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. She now has no tools, no seasonings to enhance the color, and even basic ingredients such as chicken, duck, and fish. All are within reach.
Could it be that her "dream of being a chef" will end here?
no! Su Qingluan said in her heart: In her previous life, she had been "sighing" because of chronic illness. Now she finally has a second healthy life. How can she not take advantage of it? !
Then it would be a big loss for her to travel through this time!
How can a burning foodie soul admit defeat? Su Qingluan thought for a while and came up with an idea.
