Su Guangfu looked behind his daughter, his eyes widened: "Da Ya, why did you buy a round iron piece? Could it be that you were tricked by the blacksmith?"
Su Qingluan saw that her father was about to rush to the blacksmith to argue with him, so she couldn't help but laugh: "Dad, where did you think you were going? This is what my daughter bought!"
"Really?" Su Guangfu was still doubtful.
"Really, really!" Su Qingluan repeatedly assured that she had not been deceived. "And the blacksmith made the iron look like this at my request."
But it turned out that the ten taels of silver that Su Qingluan brought was more than enough to buy a kitchen knife, but it was far from enough to buy an iron pot.
So she asked the blacksmith how much iron she could buy with the money, and after some hard bargaining, she asked the blacksmith to make a "flat-bottomed baking pan" that used less iron and was easier to shape.
This flat-bottomed baking pan was very crudely made. Even the so-called "handle" Su Qingluan just asked the blacksmith to drill two holes on both sides and put on a leather rope to make do.
Moreover, this kind of flat-bottomed baking pan is just a thin layer of slightly curved round iron sheets. No wonder Su Guangfu was so surprised and felt that his daughter had been cheated - after all, he had never seen such a simple "iron pan" ".
After listening to Su Qingluan's explanation, Su Guangfu finally felt relieved.
It’s always a joy to have such a “big item” added to your home.
As the saying goes, "people feel refreshed when happy events happen." The father and daughter were walking and chatting, and they arrived home unknowingly.
Yang and Xuanhe Xueyan had obviously just returned home not long ago - the fire in the kitchen had just been lit and had not yet started to get hot.
Su Xuanhe saw the "iron piece" that sister was carrying on her back and shouted with a smile: "Sister! Why are you carrying a ghost shell behind your back? Hahahaha..."
Su Qingluan: "..." I thank you for your eight generations of ancestors, you are really good at finding adjectives.
Oh, his ancestor is now her own ancestor.
Seeing her younger brother smiling so arrogantly, Su Qingluan felt angry and pinched his tender face and pulled it to both sides——
"Heng Heng Heng——!!" Su Xuanhe mumbled and cried out in pain, trying to save his face from Sister A's hands.
However, he was only seven years old after all. Su Qingluan was much older than him, and he was used to cooking. He had a lot of strength in his hands, which made Su Xuanhe unable to move.
"How dare you laugh so loudly?" Su Qingluan bared her small white teeth.
"I don't care, I don't care..." Su Xuanhe's face was pinched to the point of tears.
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "Don't be wronged, come and eat sweets!"
As he spoke, he took out a handful of candies he had just bought in the town and distributed them to his younger brother and younger sister.
The little girl immediately fluttered into Su Qingluan's arms like a butterfly, said sweetly "Thank you, sister", and opened her eyes to look like two crescents.
Su Xuanhe guessed that he originally wanted not to eat the "food that came out of his mouth".
However, the so-called "character" could not resist the temptation of "sugar-coated bullets". The child Su Xuanhe couldn't help but move one step towards the candy, and then another step.
Then he said "Ah woo" and quickly swallowed a piece of candy, chewing it angrily.
Su Qingluan was overjoyed by his arrogance. She teased the two children for a while, then walked into the kitchen carrying the frying pan.
"Auntie, have you collected any fungi today?" Su Qingluan asked.
Yang was busy feeding. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Aren't you washing? We got a lot today." As he said this, he pointed to a pile of fungi soaked in the basin.
Su Qingluan took a bamboo basket and said with a smile: "Mom, let me pick some up and make some fresh dishes for you tomorrow!"
"Pick it up, pick it up, there's enough to eat tonight! If it's not enough, go pick it up tomorrow!"
"Aren't you going to town tomorrow?"
"When I came back just now, I saw swallows flying low. I'm afraid it will rain tomorrow and I won't be able to go to the town."
Su Qingluan smiled when he heard this and said, "Let's wait for my daughter to make some preparations today, and I will show you my skills tomorrow!"
The so-called preparation is not aside, but - start the pot.
Su Qingluan carefully washed the thin iron frying pan with clean water, and put leather ropes on the holes on both sides, taking advantage of Yang's temporary lack of use of the stove to dry out the water.
Then scoop out a large piece of white solidified oil from the jar where the lard fat is stored, place it in the center of the iron frying pan, melt the lard once, and gently stir the lard with a wooden spatula to ensure that the fat can be spread on every surface of the pot. A corner.
When Yang saw Su Qingluan scooping out a large piece of lard, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed: "Hey, Daya, what are you doing with all that lard?"
Su Qingluan carefully turned the lard in the iron pot with her hands and explained without raising her head: "Auntie, this is how I learned to 'open the pot' from the master blacksmith."
In fact, she knew how to cook a pot in her previous life, but she couldn't say that, so she pretended to be a novice and asked the blacksmith.
"What is 'opening the pot'?"
“It’s about keeping the iron pan from rusting and preventing it from getting scorched or sticking when cooking.”
"Then, why don't you let the blacksmith help you open the pot?"
"Auntie..." Su Qingluan's tone contained a bit of helplessness, "The blacksmith said that if he is allowed to cook, he will have to pay extra."
Originally, the amount of iron used in this iron frying pan was the amount of silver that Ke Ding Kemao had brought with him. He only had ten cents left, and he also bought ten pieces of candy. How could there be any extra for boiling the pot?
After Su Qingluan spread the lard evenly on the pot surface, he took two rags and used them to pull off the leather string. He carefully placed the hot pot aside to cool down naturally.
And she herself helped Yang prepare dinner.
After the meal, the younger brothers and sisters also heard about the so-called "boiling the pot", so they all came to the kitchen to watch the excitement.
When Su Qingluan put the pot on the stove again, as the pot cooled down, the excess lard had slipped down to the center of the pot, forming a puddle of small white round cakes.
As the pot was heated again on the stove, the lard melted again. Su Qingluan smeared the fat on the entire pot surface again, then removed the pot and waited until the entire iron pot cooled down automatically.
After repeating this three times, Su Qingluan finally breathed a sigh of relief: Next, he will wait for the iron pot to rest for six hours, so that it can be used early tomorrow morning.
Thinking like this, Su Qingluan went to pull the leather rope for the third time, but only heard a soft "pop" sound. The leather rope was broken by the iron pot due to long-term high temperature baking!
Taking a thick rag to remove the pot to cool down, Su Qingluan thought in her heart: It would be nice if there were wooden handles on both sides...
Wait, wooden handles?
If anyone in this family is good at carpentry, it is her father Su Guangfu!
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan saw stars in her eyes and planned to go to her father to "ask for help".
But unexpectedly, my sister Su Xueyan, who had been watching the excitement, pulled her sleeves in surprise: "Sister, look at the color of the pot changed!"
