Su Qingluan didn't understand what Yang meant at first.
Only when the other person glanced at her up and down did she realize: she was wearing women's clothing now.
Although the women's clothing belonging to the common people in this era was not as wide as the nobles, with large sleeves and jingling rings, it was relatively simple, light and easy to work with.
However, compared with men's clothing, there are still many inconveniences.
Not to mention anything else, short brown shorts, which are said to be the most suitable for walking outside, are not women's attire.
Even if a commoner woman does not have as many gold hairpins as a wealthy family, she must still wear skirts.
What's more, women's buns are not as neat and convenient as men's hair buns every day.
Su Qingluan said to herself that if she wasn't afraid that her parents would think it was inappropriate for her to dress up as a man, she would have said this a long time ago.
Now that they took the initiative, Su Qingluan himself was of course ready to follow the stick and agreed wholeheartedly.
Yang took out a set of men's clothes from the box and said, "Your brother's body size has changed over the past two years. I specially made this set in advance. He can't wear it now. You can try it on. If If it doesn’t fit, I’ll change it for you.”
Su Qingluan went back to the house and changed into men's clothes, and attracted her younger brothers and sisters to join in the fun.
"Wow! My sister has become my brother!" The little girl was so happy that she didn't even think about it.
"Hmph." This is the child Su Xuanhe who realizes that he is wrong, but has not yet recovered from the "meat-stealing hatred" he felt when he was finishing his meal.
"Hey, it fits very well. At first glance, he looks like a handsome young man." Yang smiled and looked up and down her eldest daughter's men's version, obviously very satisfied.
Finally, when he saw his father looking at you up and down several times and nodding his head, Su Qingluan asked with a smile: "What are you looking at, father? Does it feel good to see my daughter looking so handsome in men's clothing?"
Originally, Su Qingluan thought that Su Guangfu was going to say something like "Don't be too proud" to tell her not to be too arrogant.
As a result, Su Guangfu held it in for a long time and said: "Well, I dress up well, I can't tell if I'm a girl."
Su Qingluan: "..."
Dad, you are my biological father. Are you praising me or hurting me?
At the same time, in a small courtyard that looked ordinary from the outside, in the east of Huaxi Village, under the bright moonlight and stars, the two people were holding a black and white hand and talking.
"Pa", "pa", "pa"... the sound of chess pieces being placed on the chessboard was particularly crisp in this silent courtyard.
After a while, Songbo, who was holding the black game, smiled and sighed, shaking his head: "Teromatsu admits defeat." He abandoned the chess piece twisting in his hand and threw it back into the chess box woven with bamboo strips.
Mu Xingzhi, who was holding the white chess piece on the opposite side, also put down the chess piece in his hand when he heard this and said calmly: "Songbo didn't have to admit defeat so early - your heart is not at peace."
Songbo did not deny this - anyway, even if he denied it, he would not be able to hide the ability of the person opposite him to see into people's hearts.
He simply raised his head and said with some urgency: "I don't know why, but it's unusually quiet 'over there' recently. However, I sent people to inquire several times but failed. It's really uneasy."
Knowing that the other party is waiting for an opportunity to make a move, but yet no action is taken, this kind of waiting is the most painful.
However, Mu Xingzhi seemed not to have felt the anxiety, and only said: "I know it's unusual, so I can't rush in."
The calm voice of the other party made Song Bo calm down his inner anxiety.
Just when he opened his mouth again, Mu Xingzhi said another thing as if a stroke of fate came from the sky: "Go and check on the affairs of the Marquis Anning's Mansion."
"Anning Marquis Mansion?" Song Bo was stunned, and then thought, "But what's the problem with the Su family recognizing that daughter?"
"It's not clear yet." Mu Xingzhi casually picked up a sunspot that had been lifted off and played with it in his hand. "However, there are indeed many unusual things about the Su family lady... It is said that she has amnesia."
"Amnesia?"
"Yes, as soon as I returned to my biological parents, I fell into the water and lost my memory - it's really a great coincidence, isn't it?" Mu Xingzhi chuckled.
"My subordinates take orders." Songbo stood up, clasped his fists, stood up, and then disappeared from the small courtyard.
"Bang!" With a crisp sound, Mu Xingzhi dropped the sunspot in his hand on the chessboard. In an instant, the sunspot that was almost certain to die survived, and there was a glimmer of life.
Su Qingluan wore men's clothes and went out the next day.
I have to say, it is indeed more lightweight and flexible. But this outfit made Shopkeeper Liang, who had been waiting for Hongfu Tower early in the morning, stunned for a moment.
"Why did Madam Su die so easily?"
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "There's no other reason, it's just that it's more comfortable and convenient to travel."
Shopkeeper Liang guided her to the kitchen as usual, but this time she was no longer greeted with suspicion, disdain, or even vague hostility.
Su Qingluan wiped her hands and said with a smile: "The recipe this time is called a 'vegetable', but in fact it can be used as a staple food. It is quite filling and flexible. It can change with the changes of seasonal fresh vegetables - but the corresponding The seasoning sauce needs to be improved.”
Chef Xu Yuanwei's attitude towards Su Qingluan this time was much kinder than at the beginning. He just asked: "The kitchen utensils and ingredients here are all available, why is Miss Su still holding the package?"
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "Master, don't be offended. You may not have the two things I brought here."
"Oh? I'm curious, what does Mrs. Su prepare that my kitchen chef doesn't have?" Shopkeeper Liang also looked at the small cloth package with some curiosity.
It's just the right time now, and it's not yet time for Hongfu Building to open for business.
When Su Qingluan arrived in the kitchen, the fire had just been lit on the stove, so Su Qingluan asked: "Is there a clean chicken?"
The so-called "killed clean" refers to chickens that have been stripped, bled, and internal organs removed.
Xu Yuanwei pointed to the lively chicken in the bamboo cage in the corner of the kitchen: "Not yet. We killed it early. If it is not used, it will not be fresh tomorrow."
Su Qingluan cursed: Okay, she forgot again. It is hot summer now, and there are no fresh preservation techniques. Basically, these poultry must be eaten and killed immediately.
"How about I kill a chicken for Mrs. Su?" Xu Yuanwei asked.
As a master, he actually asked sincerely, but someone behind him said sarcastically: "You can't kill a chicken, so why are you still trying to do it here?"
I don’t blame anyone for being provocative.
Although Su Qingluan showed up here last time, it was during the peak meal period and the kitchen was very busy.
At best, only shopkeeper Liang and Chef Xu could really watch the whole process of Su Qingluan making fish soup. Even if the other chefs and waiters wanted to take a closer look, they were too busy to take a closer look.
But this time, she really had to start this "cooking performance" under the watchful eyes of the entire kitchen staff.
Is this a challenge?
Su Qingluan looked around with provocative or curious eyes.
In this case, this challenge is what she will take on next!
