Su Xuanhe squatted next to the water tank, washing spinach aggrievedly. Su Qingluan was behind him like a supervisor, pointing fingers.
"If you split the vegetable pole, there will be mud inside."
"Pick off the yellow leaves on the side. Yes, just those two leaves. Leave the green ones at the back."
"You need to shake the washed vegetable leaves with water. Tsk, don't shake them so hard. Did you notice them?"
After finally washing the spinach while staring at Su Xuanhe, a naughty kid, Su Qingluan turned around and looked at the water in the pottery pot that had just been placed on the stove - it was already boiling.
Add a little salt to the boiling water to prevent the spinach leaves from turning yellow when blanched later. Su Qingluan cut the spinach into small pieces, put the spinach stems first, and then added the spinach leaves after a while. After a while, he used a bamboo pick to fish out the spinach. Take it out and put it on a plate together with the strainer for later use.
Then smash a few white garlic cloves, then chop into minced garlic and set aside.
Then Su Qingluan put on the iron frying pan and sat on the stove. As he changed it, he sighed: Now there is some money left at home. When my father finishes repairing the roof in the past few days, I will discuss it with him. Build two more stoves, otherwise it would be a lot of trouble just to replace various pots and pans.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan had already placed the frying pan on the stove and put some lard on the bottom of the pan.
Seeing the lard slowly melting, Su Qingluan sighed in his heart: He must get out the soybean oil another day.
In this era of food, such as mung beans and soybeans, the first reaction after planting was to eat it. At best, some families with surplus food would use it to make wine.
In addition, grain will not be used for any secondary processing at all. There is no other reason - for many families who do not even have enough to eat, it would be too wasteful to waste food on other things. No matter what it is, it will consume a lot.
For ordinary people, the most important thing is to eat as much of the food as possible. It doesn't matter how it tastes. The most important thing is to eat enough, otherwise you will starve to death.
Even Su Qingluan's family asked her to make these mung bean starches because of their recent increase in income. Otherwise, if they waste precious food and make starch without solving the problem of food and clothing, Su Qingluan estimates that she may be treated like a "bamboo" Plate stew".
For this reason, if people in this era want to eat fats, they are basically made from animal fats, such as lard, mutton fat, and even chicken fat.
As for butter? Sorry, cattle are important farming animals. Unless they die of illness, it is even illegal to kill cattle, so butter is hard to come by.
So at least for now, we have to make starch and soybean oil by ourselves. Su Qingluan feels a little bitter - she has to worry about insufficient seasonings every day.
Hey, it would be great if there was someone who could help with these things...
This thought flashed across Su Qingluan's mind. After the lard was completely melted, Su Qingluan immediately poured in the dispersed egg liquid, quickly fried until solidified, then divided it into small pieces with a spatula and placed them in a small bowl for later use.
Then add a piece of lard - a large piece of lard has gone down in just one day - until the lard melts, add minced garlic and stir-fry until the garlic aroma comes out.
Wait until the garlic is fully fragrant, then add the spinach and stir-fry briefly. Since the spinach has been blanched before, don't worry about breaking it. Just add soy sauce and salt for seasoning, and finally add egg cubes to prevent it from being too large and hard.
When it was finally out of the pot, in order to increase the flavor, Su Qingluan sprinkled a little more sesame and said, "The rice is done, come and eat!"
After hearing this, Ms. Yang lifted the curtain from the house and came out. She held up the clothes in her hand and said, "That's a good feeling, Daya. I just made the clothes for you three. I'll use them later. You three can try them on." , see if you want to change the size!”
Su Qingluan was stunned: "What clothes?"
Yang smiled and said, "I bought fabrics for the three of you when I went to the market a few days ago. Da Ya, you forgot - the two younger ones even had a fight over the materials."
Su Qingluan remembered this incident.
I've been really busy lately, and I've been dressing up in men's clothing lately, so I can't think of new clothes.
Thinking that after running around for a hundred days, men's clothing should be light and flexible, Su Qingluan smiled and said: "Mom, I don't need to wear new clothes for the time being, why don't I keep them until the New Year?"
"Nonsense!" Mrs. Yang patted her arm lightly, "There's still half a year until the Chinese New Year! Besides, the material of these clothes is thin, and they are only suitable for this summer. Do you want to wear a thin layer in the middle of winter?"
Su Qingluan stuck out her tongue, and then asked curiously: "Why do you think of making new clothes at this time?"
Yang smiled and sighed: "I'm afraid this kid is too busy - it's Chinese Valentine's Day in three days. It's a rare festival, so it's a good time to change your clothes and go begging for luck!"
At this time, Su Xueyan came out and asked with a sweet voice: "Brother, do you also want to beg for help?"
"Pfft", Su Qingluan was amused by the little girl's question, and the image of the little kid holding an embroidery needle instantly appeared in her mind.
...It's a bit shocking. Please give me some thought. Su Qingluan cursed expressionlessly.
Yang also smiled and said, "Brother, you don't want to beg for luck, but you can go to the night market with us."
"Night market?" Su Qingluan was a little surprised.
She had never seen a "night market" in her time travel - after all, they couldn't enter the county town if the opening bell sounded every morning; they had to leave the county town before the closing bell sounded.
Now it was suddenly told to her that there was a night market in this era, and she became a little curious and expectant.
...So what are the snacks that are suitable for sale at night markets and can be easily produced in this era?
Yang had no idea what was going on in the mind of her eldest daughter who had fallen into Qian'er's eyes. She only saw the longing and expectant look on her face and said with a smile: "Let's eat first. I will take you to the night market on Chinese Valentine's Day!"
Su Guangfu also came down from the roof at this time and washed away the dust all over his body.
Su Qingluan placed the large plate of spinach and scrambled eggs in the middle, a pile of salted radish shreds and a plate of mixed wild vegetables, and finally gave everyone a large bowl of sashimi porridge.
"Eat slowly," Su Qingluan pointedly glanced at her second brother sitting next to her. "Although this porridge is not hot, the lard is added and the heat is trapped in it. Be careful of burning your mouth."
With this warning, several people in the Su family were very careful when they took their first bite of fish fillet porridge.
Carefully cool the fish fillet and white porridge in the spoon, and then slowly and carefully touch the thin snow-white fish fillet with your teeth.
The fish fillet was so thin, thin, and tender that it almost fell into two pieces as soon as the teeth touched it.
And unlike the earthy taste of carp, this black fish has no fishy smell at all. Together with the thick and dense fragrance of the lard rice porridge, plus the faint spiciness of the salty aroma, it makes people feel fresh on the tongue. Gotta swallow it in one gulp.
The thin slices of wild vegetables add a fresh aroma to the rich rice porridge, neutralizing the greasy texture brought by lard.
