Su Qingluan turned around and looked over. Her sister was staring at the iron frying pan and said in surprise: "Sister, the pan has turned blue!"
Su Qingluan nodded: "Well, this means that the pot is ready." Oxidation on the outside of the iron pot will form iron tetroxide, and this oxide layer that can protect the iron pot is blue.
After putting the pot aside to cool down naturally, Su Qingluan turned around and begged her father to make her a pair of wooden iron pot handles that would make it easier to carry the iron frying pan around.
Early the next morning, as Yang had predicted, it started to rain again.
Seeing this, Su Qingluan smiled at the whole family and said: "Since God is kind and allows us to take another day off, I will take the frying pan that I just opened yesterday and cook you some fresh food today!"
Hearing what Su Qingluan said, not to mention the two children Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan, even Su Guangfu and Yang couldn't help showing expressions of anticipation.
Su Qingluan was looked at by the expectant eyes of the family, and suddenly felt cute.
She turned and walked to the kitchen, where the fire was already burning brightly.
Su Qingluan brought over the mushrooms he picked out yesterday - the water stains on them had disappeared after drying overnight.
Because they are picked in the wild, there are various types of mushrooms, including tall, short, fat and thin.
Su Qingluan selected mushrooms that were relatively small and did not open their umbrellas too much.
She turned the small mushroom head upside down, carefully rotated the stipe slightly, and the stipe detached from the umbrella part, making the upside-down umbrella part form a small bowl-shaped structure, and set it aside for later use.
The stipes were not discarded. Su Qingluan collected all the stipes and planned to dry them in the shade and grind them into powder to use as seasoning.
There is more rain in summer and the climate is humid.
In order to prevent this part of the stipe from deteriorating and rotting due to moisture during the drying process, Su Qingluan put some salt inside the stipe.
In this way, after the stipe is completely dry, grind it together with the salt to form a unique "Mushroom Flavor Salt".
After finishing the stipes, Su Qingluan carefully smeared the twenty or thirty "mushroom bowls" with a layer of lard, placed the "mouth" of the bowl in an iron frying pan that had been brushed with a layer of oil in advance.
Then, she took a wooden "seasoning bottle" from the shelf, gently opened the gap, shook her wrist slightly, and the white salt was evenly sprinkled on each "mushroom bowl".
As the iron pot gradually heated up, the "mouth" of the "mushroom bowl" gradually became moist, and pools of juice condensed. Water makes the originally dry mushrooms appear watery. Soft and glutinous, it makes people salivate.
Since the middle of the iron frying pan is slightly dented downwards, the mushrooms that were originally evenly distributed in all corners of the pan slowly slid toward the center under the lubrication of the lard as the iron pan heated.
This time, only the middle part was crowded with the "mushroom bowl", while the surrounding area was empty.
Su Qingluan rolled his eyes and placed five fried eggs on half of the outer ring. On the other half, he cut the leftover thick noodle pastry from last night into thick slices and mixed it with soy sauce, wild fruits and spices. of sauce, sprinkle with sesame, and fill it half a circle.
These ingredients were either cooked or cooked very quickly. After about a quarter of an hour, Su Qingluan said in a loud voice: "The rice is ready!"
"Wow! What does it smell like? It smells so good!"
Su Xueyan wanted to come over and take a look, but Su Qingluan dodged her: "Be careful not to burn your hands! Don't touch the iron pot!"
In order to prevent the delicious soup brewed in the "mushroom bowl" from spilling out, she took every step carefully until she placed the entire iron pot smoothly in the middle of the dining table.
Mrs. Yang was busy placing the dishes and chopsticks. When she saw this, she couldn't help but laugh: "Hey, why did you bring the whole pot up?"
Su Qingluan pointed to the mushroom in the center and said: "If the mushrooms are served out, the soup inside will probably spill out, which will be a waste of natural resources."
As he said that, he looked at Mr. Yang and Su Guangfu: "Mom and dad, you must try these mushrooms while they are hot."
After saying that, he told his younger brothers and sisters: "Eat slowly and scald your mouth carefully."
But even if Su Qingluan was reminded, it was the first time for the Su family to eat fried and grilled mushrooms, and they were slightly burned by the hot and rich soup of the mushrooms.
However, before the pain spread, the salty and fresh soup was the first to capture all the awareness on the tip of the tongue.
"It smells so good!" Su Xueyan sighed vaguely while being scalded by the soup, "I've never had such good mushrooms before!"
Compared to his younger sister who "sings and sighs three times", Su Xuanhe is more of a "work hard" type.
Although his chest was so hot from the mushroom soup, he still couldn't help but stretched out his chopsticks again before swallowing the last bite.
"I didn't know that grilled mushrooms are a hundred times more delicious than boiled soup!" Yang couldn't help but admire.
Su Guangfu also nodded slightly: "I never thought that that seemingly inconspicuous iron pot could be so useful!"
Su Xueyan ate five mushrooms in one go, then pointed to the edge and asked, "Sister, what is this round thing that looks like the sun?"
"Can you pick up a piece and try it?"
After hearing this, Su Xueyan obediently picked up a piece of "sun", took a small bite of the white part outside, then frowned and shook her head.
When Su Xuanhe saw this, he also picked up a piece.
He always eats more voraciously, and in this bite, he bit off half of it.
After chewing roughly, Su Xuanhe seemed to sense some familiar texture. He looked down and saw the light yellow in the middle of the white...
"Is this... an egg?"
Su Qingluan nodded, so Su Xuanhe straightened his back and glanced at Su Xueyan proudly.
Seeing this, Su Guangfu and his wife also picked up an omelette to taste.
Unlike the soft and bland taste of boiled eggs, fried eggs are crispy around the edges and have a richer texture. Coupled with the freshness of eating them for the first time, both adults and children enjoy eating them.
While eating, Su Xueyan looked at the fried eggs in the bowl and sighed with a sweet voice: "I used to be tired of eating eggs, but lately these eggs look different every day, and I almost don't recognize them anymore!"
As he spoke, he sighed heavily as if he had encountered some problem.
The whole family was amused by how big this guy was.
After all the mushrooms and fried eggs were wiped out, everyone focused their attention on the fried thick noodles.
In fact, this kind of thick noodle cake has always been a "frequent customer" at the Su family's dinner table.
Thick noodles are not as finely crafted as fine ones, so the pastry will be rough, dry, and difficult to swallow.
Originally, everyone closed their eyes and took a hard bite in line with the principle of "don't waste food."
I never thought that after being fried and grilled, the thick noodle dumplings smeared with sauce would become crispy and fragrant, exuding a completely different aroma from steamed dumplings!
After a while, the thick dough dumplings were also swept away.
After breakfast, Su Guangfu gathered around the frying pan and pondered the shape of the wooden handle; Yang went to wash the dishes; as for Su Qingluan, he had already taught his younger siblings how to read.
I don't know how long it took, but the sound of rain stopped outside, and then I could hear the banging sound outside.
Yang heard the sound and came over.
