When Su Qingluan led her sister into the yard, she saw where the adobe stove had been set up in the yard, and her father was sitting beside him, whittling sticks.
The younger brother, with his gaudy little face like a little cat, was "hey, hey, hey, hey" moving firewood here.
Seeing Su Qingluan and her sister walking into the house, Yang walked out of the kitchen, wiped her hands with the apron around her waist, and greeted with a smile: "You said you wanted to grill fish, and my mother made it." A few side dishes, now just waiting for the fish to be grilled!"
After a period of transition, the Su family has completely accepted Su Qingluan as their daughter as the main force in the kitchen - without him, the food made by Su Qingluan is always fresher and more delicious.
Even Mrs. Yang was inspired by her daughter and thought about how to make the dishes more delicious.
Su Qingluan responded and asked her sister to go into the house to change out of her dirty clothes, while she went to the kitchen to clean up the fish.
Today, I bought a lot of spices from Fanshang. Su Qingluan was not sure about his family's adaptability to various spices, so he prepared different spice formulas according to different ratios.
There are some that are more spicy and some that are more salty. Put different marks on them and write down the differences in seasonings.
Yang also helped her eldest daughter in the kitchen.
Su Qingluan saw that Aniang was about to disembowel the fish, and quickly stopped her: "Aniang, don't open the mouth so big, make it smaller - it's best if you have a sewing needle and thread, and you can sew up the belly later." .”
Yang was not surprised that her daughter always did some strange things with the ingredients, and just asked: "Why do you have to sew up the belly after disemboweling it?"
Su Qingluan gave up and said: "Auntie, don't ask, you will know later. Where are the dishes I mentioned before?"
"Here, bean sprouts, soaked dried bean skins, courgettes, cabbage, and lotus root slices are all here." Yang put the neatly arranged various vegetables into a large plate and put them on Su Qing's table. In front of Luan.
Su Qingluan took the rinsed fish, marinated the inside and outside carefully, then turned around to check whether the fire outside was burning. By the way, he also checked to see if his father, a master carpenter, had made the "grilled fish" as he imagined. Sign".
It’s really done!
Su Qingluan looked at the "sticks" that were about a foot long and thinner than her little finger in surprise, and looked at her father with bright eyes: "You are so great!"
It seems that the shape of this stick is not a particularly complicated shape.
However, in such a short period of time, not everyone can make several wooden skewers with even thickness, uniform thickness, and sharp tops by hand in such a short period of time.
Su Guangfu was even afraid that his daughter might prick her hand, so he polished each stick carefully and smooth!
This kind of attention to even the smallest details made Su Qingluan reluctant to use these wooden sticks!
Unexpectedly, Su Guangfu waved his hand when he heard this: "It's not a rare thing. If you want to use it again next time, just make a new one."
Su Qingluan returned to the kitchen and fiddled with it for a long time, and finally walked out holding—more precisely, holding—three fish sticks.
At this time, the stove built with adobe bricks had already started a fire. Su Qingluan quickly filled two pieces of wood, suppressed the flames, and then placed the three skewers of fish on the already high base. On top of the earth stove.
Su Xuanhe stared at the three grilled fish and frowned strangely: "Today's fish are so fat - their bellies are very big!"
Su Xueyan also nodded: "It feels like their bellies are too fat and they can't swim!" Then, the little girl raised her head and looked at Su Qingluan, "Sister, are these fish because some of them are too slow? Caught?"
This sentence made everyone present laugh.
Yang thought of what her eldest daughter had just said to her in the kitchen, and looked in the direction of the opening of the fish's belly - sure enough, there were faint traces of sutures there.
"Da Ya, did you really sew up the belly of the fish?" Yang asked in confusion.
Su Qingluan nodded, carefully flipped the fish to the other side, then took the melted lard and brushed a layer of it on the surface of the grilled fish.
The grease dripped onto the charcoal burned by the firewood below, making a "squeak" sound and bursting with the aroma of roasted egg whites.
As time passed, the skin of the fish gradually turned brown, and along with the taste of the fish, there was also a spicy and salty aroma of spices and a faint fragrance.
Children are the most sensitive to smells. Su Xueyan raised her nose and said with a smile: "I smell the smell of vegetable soup!" Then she looked around and asked curiously, "Is there no vegetable soup?"
Su Qingluan said with a smile: "Although there is no vegetable soup, there are vegetables." As he said that, he smoothly turned a fish over again, turning both sides.
After a while, the soup began to drip from the incision on the belly of the fish.
Fortunately, when Su Qingluan passed the skewer through the belly of the fish, he used two skewers for each fish, so that the whole fish was grilled in a lying position, so not much soup was lost.
But Su Qingluan still felt a little regretful - there was no way, the conditions were limited, there was no tin foil, and there was no baking sheet.
Although the iron frying pan can be a reluctant substitute, it does not have the special smoked flavor of charcoal grilled fish, so it cannot replace grilling.
With this thought in her mind, Su Qingluan did not stop the movement of her hands. When the dripping of the soup became less, Su Qingluan began to carefully sprinkle different amounts and different formulas of spices on top. seasoning powder.
"Er Zhuang, get me three plates - they should be bigger." Su Qingluan raised his eyes and glanced at his brother.
"Why is it me again..." He muttered in a low voice, but the child Su Erzhuang still went to carry the plate obediently.
By the time Su Xuanhe brought the plate over, Su Qingluan had already spread the seasonings evenly and pointed at the first fish: "This fish has the least amount of spices, and it is also pickled with 'sour hook'. The taste is relatively mild." The words are not harsh."
Then he pointed to the fish in the middle: "I tried to mix some Evodia into this fish when seasoning it, but it contained more other spices. It's a little spicy, but more fragrant."
Then he pointed to the last fish: "I used heavier ingredients for this fish, so my younger brothers and sisters should not try it, otherwise they may get tongue pain."
Especially my sister. Judging from the situation where one bite of onions can make her cry, she cannot eat this fish no matter what.
With that said, Su Qingluan transferred the fish with the lightest taste to the plate first, and slowly pulled out the skewer on it.
Su Guangfu glanced at the sign and said, "Wouldn't it be more convenient to just hold it in your hand and eat it?"
Su Qingluan smiled, picked up the chopsticks, and gently poked the belly of the fish.
"Wow……"
"This is……!"
"it turns out……"
Su Qingluan looked around at the faces of his family members and said with a smile, "Let's all have a try!"
