The other four members of the Su family looked at the yellow and orange things in the bowl in front of them, and they were all a little unsure.
This is - an egg?
Su Xueyan stretched out an index finger and poked the trembling food in the bowl curiously.
The heat made her hands shrink. She looked at the moist touch left on her fingers and saw a shallow dent left on the custard. She exclaimed: "It's so soft! It melts as soon as you touch it!"
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Don't burn your hands!" He quickly took a handkerchief and wiped it for her.
Yang picked up the spoon and took a sip, carefully cooled it and put it into his mouth. He praised: "It's strange that rich people are willing to do this! It's even tenderer than that tofu pudding!"
Su Qingluan said in her heart that the custards of wealthy families would be accompanied by seafood and mountain delicacies, which were even more valuable.
She pushed the egg custard in front of her brother and sister and said, "You guys should try it too. You won't choke if you eat it."
The two children listened and picked up the spoons.
Su Xuanhe was impatient, so he dug out a big mouthful and couldn't wait to put it into his mouth. He burst into tears when he was burned, which made the whole family laugh and blush.
Su Xueyan looked at her brother's "drawing lessons from the past" and very cleverly blew the custard to cool down, touching it lightly with her little tongue to make sure it was not hot before eating.
"This egg can be sucked in!" With a "suck" sound, Su Xueyan exclaimed, "It's delicious!"
"And it's seasoned, so it doesn't smell fishy at all!" Yang praised.
Su Guangfu didn't say much, just nodded.
After a few people finished their breakfast with egg custard, Su Xuanhe asked, "Mom and dad, aren't you going out to the stall today?"
Usually at this time, my parents and sister went out.
Yang pointed outside: It rained last night, so we won't go out to the stall today.
It was still dark when she just got up, so Su Qingluan didn't pay attention.
At this time, through the gradually brightening morning light, she discovered that there was a moderate fog outside.
Although there is no need to climb the cliffs to get from Huaxi Village to the town, you still have to go through a rugged mountain road.
There is a deep ditch next to the mountain road. If you miss the mark and fall into it in this foggy weather, you will inevitably suffer a sprained foot and broken leg, even if you don't lose your life.
The Su family is not so poor that they can't open the pot and have to go out to work, so Su Guangfu and Yang just discussed not to go out today.
The farm work was contracted to day laborers and there was no need to work at a stall. Su Qinglan had nothing to do and simply used tree branches to teach her younger brother and sister how to write their names on the moist soil in the yard.
The three siblings were squatting in a corner of the yard. Looking at them from behind, they looked like three dumplings arranged in a large, medium and small order.
"Sister...this word has too many strokes..." Su Xuanhe looked unhappy.
"Brother, you are so stupid! I have learned everything!" Su Xueyan giggled non-stop on the side.
Su Qingluan teased with a smile: "If you dislike it, you can change it back to the name 'Er Zhuang'~"
As she spoke, she wrote the word "二庄" next to "Xuanhe" - it was indeed easier to write.
Su Xuanhe said awkwardly: "I, I just said it, but I didn't say I won't learn..."
Although he is only seven years old, he also knows that "Xuanhe" sounds fresh, and the name "Er Zhuang" has been heard by no less than ten boys in the village with names like "Dazhuang" and "Zhuangzi". .
"I like Sister's new name!" The little girl Xueyan tilted her head happily, imitating Sister's look and imitating the stroke order of her own name stroke by stroke.
Su Qingluan touched her sister's furry little head and heard footsteps approaching from behind.
Turning around, it was Su Guangfu.
"Dad?" Su Qingluan stood up, "What's wrong with you?"
"Come here, let me show you something." Su Guangfu waved to her.
Su Qingluan raised her eyebrows slightly.
She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she had never seen her father's expression before, but it felt very familiar.
Following Su Guangfu into the house, Su Qingluan saw Su Guangfu mysteriously take out a... bamboo tube?
This "bamboo tube" is only as high as the palm of your hand or as thick as the mouth of a cup. There are seven or eight depressions the size of millet grains at the top.
Su Qingluan shook it. It was empty and there was no sound.
"You hold the top ring and turn it." Su Guangfu pointed to one end of the bamboo tube.
Su Qingluan took a closer look, and sure enough, there was another shallow dividing line about a quarter of the way to the top of the bamboo tube.
Su Qingluan held the top and turned it, and the depression at the top turned into a hollow shape!
Her heart moved: "Dad... this, this is?"
"Didn't you ask for some kind of 'spice bottle' that day? I figured out one based on what you said. Can you see if it can be used?"
Su Qingluan suppressed her inner excitement and asked, "Where do you put the seasonings in?"
"Underneath, you press the groove and pull it out to open it."
Su Qingluan followed the instructions one by one, pressed the piece of wood back down, and gave Su Guangfu a bear hug in excitement: "Dad! You are so great! You are truly a genius, Lu Ban is reincarnated!"
Although Su Qingluan had known before that Su Guangfu was very good at carpentry - after all, the tables, chairs, benches, boxes and cages in the house were all made by her father - Su Guangfu's carpentry skills were beyond her imagination.
The sophistication of this "sprinkling bottle" is something that can be achieved even in modern times, not to mention that he just said it casually at the time, but Su Guangfu actually made it with his imagination!
This is an unexpected surprise!
As a well-behaved ancient man, Su Guangfu had never seen such a "warm" way of expressing gratitude?
Even if it was his own daughter, he was so embarrassed that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.
After being nonchalant for a long time, the simple farmer finally choked out a phrase he had learned from Master Zhou: "How dignified are you?!"
Only then did Su Qingluan realize that for the ancients of this era, the "bear hug" method of expressing gratitude and intimacy was a bit too excessive.
Even between a biological father and his daughter, the most basic etiquette must be observed.
Su Qingluan jumped away quickly and stuck out her tongue: "My daughter is so happy! I couldn't hold it back for a while!"
"This...can it be used?" Su Guangfu confirmed again.
"It works! It's so useful!" Su Qingluan nodded, "The 'seasoning bottle' you made is exactly as I imagined!"
Su Guangfu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, "That's good."
Then he said in awe: "Dad can't help you with the food you make, so it's good to be able to use your strength here!"
Su Qingluan was stunned for a moment, and finally remembered where he had seen the very familiar expression on Su Guangfu's face just now -
It was an expression of anxiety and hope. She didn't know how many times she had seen it on the faces of her classmates and friends during the modern college entrance examination and other exams, university and university defense results, and job interviews.
She knew why Su Guangfu was worried and why he was full of hope.
Because he wanted to be able to help his daughter, but was afraid that he wouldn't be able to.
Su Qingluan felt countless emotions in her heart.
At this time, I heard Xue Yan’s surprised voice: “Sister, look!”
