Su Xuanhe opened his mouth wide and stared at the small stream of water slowly pouring out from the mouth of the jar. Originally, he thought the water would spill everywhere.
But as if some magical spell had been cast on the water, it turned a corner along the chopsticks, passed through the plant ash sandbag stuffed at the mouth of the other jar, and flowed into the jar.
"Why did the water go to the side?" The child was very curious, so he let go of his hands holding the jar and sandbag, wanting to touch the "magic chopsticks".
Seeing this, Su Qingluan quickly stopped using her chopsticks to drain the blood: "Steady your hand and don't move it!"
"Then tell me why the water escaped?"
Su Qingluan rolled her eyes in her heart: Please, how do you explain this? Should we start popularizing physics knowledge from liquid surface tension and surface free energy? Even if you think about it, it's impossible.
She glanced at her second brother, who was holding his breath nervously with his whole face close to him, and said in a mysterious tone: "Your sister, I have the ability to make the water obey."
This is true to a certain extent, but some content is omitted and some causal relationships are reversed.
I originally thought that Su Xiaoer would be furious again after hearing this obviously perfunctory excuse. Unexpectedly, the little guy looked at Su Qingluan with admiration, then nodded seriously and continued to work as his handyman.
Regarding this behavior of deceiving innocent children, Su Qingluan reflected in her heart for a second, and then decided that she was doing the right thing.
It is easy for children to admire others because of inexplicable little things - such as being able to whistle, such as picking up a beautiful leaf, or even being able to spit a mouthful of saliva far away.
"Let the water flow into the jar obediently" obviously belongs to this category for the child Su Xuanhe.
This "sense of admiration" made this little prickly head very obedient for a period of time. And when we saw that the originally turbid and dirty muddy water became clear and transparent after being filtered through plant ash, this kind of worship was strengthened again.
The evidence is that when the third sister Xue Yan was playing with her brother, Su Xuanhe did not immediately make an excuse to run away, but said without looking back: "I am helping the eldest sister with work, you can play by yourself for a while first."
Su Qingluan said that the sensible little follower is very useful.
So the little girl huddled up in a small ball, squatting beside her and watching her brother and sister tinkering with bottles and jars.
Two days later, while feeding in the evening, Su Guangfu looked at Ms. Yang who was smiling particularly happily, and then at the very rare wild vegetable and meatball soup that had been added today, and asked in a low voice: "Is today a festival?"
Although there is only one extra dish of meatball soup, for an ordinary farmer like the Su family, it is a "big dish" that is never available during the New Year.
Yang couldn't hold back the smile on her lips. She placed five bowls of meatball soup on the table one after another, and then raised her voice and asked towards the kitchen: "Da Ya, are you okay yet? Dinner is ready!"
Although they changed their names, the Yangs were obviously used to it, so they used the three siblings' original names as their nicknames, and never changed them intentionally.
Su Qingluan responded and opened the curtain, bringing out a plate of three shredded vegetables - pickled radish, bean sprouts and young stems of wild vegetables.
Su Guangfu looked at the sansi brought by his eldest daughter, and found it plain and inconspicuous. What's more, Su Qingluan has always been rich and raised in his opinion, so it is difficult for her to do anything for her with such a simple life.
With this in mind, Su Guangfu nodded to express encouragement.
Su Qingluan lowered his head and smiled: "My mother cut the shredded radish and wild vegetables, and I made the seasoning."
Mrs. Yang joked: "I know you want to help mother, but the skill of chopping vegetables cannot be practiced in an instant. If you cut deeply and shallowly, I am afraid that you will cut your fingers. But you have this intention, Mom is very happy."
Su Qingluan nodded obediently.
In fact, according to her true knife skills, not to mention ordinary radish shreds, even Wensi tofu can be cut as thin as silver threads. But as Yang said, how can a person who has never learned cooking skills be so proficient in knife skills?
Although Su Guangfu and his wife have simple personalities, they are not fools. She occasionally knew some anecdotal and interesting knowledge from reading leisure books. Cooking, a skill that requires time and practice, should not be relied on for such random reasons.
The two children, Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan, played wildly all afternoon today and are now hungry. When the whole family was on the table, they eagerly picked up the bowls of meatball soup and began to drink it.
After taking two sips, Xueyan stopped first, took another sip of soup and drank it: "Mom! Today's broth tastes better than usual!"
Su Xuanhe also nodded: "The meatballs taste better too!"
Adults' sense of taste is not as sensitive as that of children, but Su Guangfu did feel that today's broth had less unexplained bitter taste than before. He turned to look at Mr. Yang, whose smile was even more indifferent: "My dear mother, , don’t try to show off, what method did you use?”
"I'm not the one who has the solution." Yang said, licking her lips in the direction of Su Qingluan, "It's our little girl who has the solution!"
Seeing that the whole family was looking at her, Su Qingluan started to show off. She smiled and pushed the dishes that had just been served towards them: "Dad, Mom, let's not talk about the meatball soup for now. You can try this mix." How does the food taste?"
Yang glanced at Qingluan, then at her husband, and said with a smile: "Hey, kid, what kind of medicine are you selling in the gourd?" As he said this, he and Su Guangfu took a chopstick and put the mixed vegetables into their mouths.
After chewing twice, Yang and her husband looked at each other, with surprise in their eyes, and quickly called to the other two children: "Two Zhuangs and Three Yas, come and try your eldest sister's craftsmanship!"
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "Mom and dad, how are you? Can you still barely handle this mixed vegetable?"
"It's delicious!" "Good times!" The bulging cheeks of the children are the most convincing evidence.
Yang asked Qingluan: "Is there also 'that' in this?"
Su Qingluan nodded: "Let it go. The other seasonings are as usual, but they are probably different from what grandma used. I tried a lot, and I think it tastes better."
Su Guangfu looked at his mother and asked, "What riddles are you playing?"
Su Qingluan then took out a small jar placed at his feet and held it out to Su Guangfu like a treasure.
Su Guangfu held the jar in his hand and looked at it with the sunset coming through the window. He was immediately surprised: "Refined salt?" He suddenly raised his head and looked at Su Qingluan, "Where did you get it?"
Yang smiled and said, "Do you still remember that brat Erzhuang knocked over the salt shaker a few days ago?"
Su Guangfu was stunned for a moment, then looked at Su Qingluan in disbelief: "You actually know how to refine coarse salt?"
Seeing Su Guangfu's expression of discovering a new world, Su Qingluan was also very surprised and said vaguely, "I vaguely remember seeing this method recorded in a book before. I thought it would be a pity to throw away so much salt, so I I tried it, but I didn’t expect it to work.”
The so-called salt is the first of all tastes. Without the bitterness of coarse salt, the dishes will naturally be more delicious.
Su Guangfu nodded slightly: "It's no wonder that it's a book written by a powerful family."
Su Qingluan heard his admiring and awe-inspiring tone, and immediately understood: Coarse salt refining is nothing more than basic chemical knowledge in modern times. But in this era, "making salt" is not a skill that ordinary people can acquire.
Thinking like this, Su Qingluan had an idea: "Since refined salt is so much more expensive than coarse salt, why don't I get more and let's sell it..."
"Pah!" Su Guangfu slammed his chopsticks on the table, his face darkened, and he said sternly, "Absolutely not!"
In an instant, the originally joyful dining atmosphere was wiped out, and the whole room fell silent.
