Su Qingluan looked intently at the items placed inside the brocade - they were things she had been thinking about before but was reluctant to buy. Although she had extra money recently, she forgot to buy them because she was too busy.
That's a fine iron kitchen knife!
The kitchen knife glowed coldly under the sunlight outside the window, and look at the color...
Su Qingluan moved closer to the blade and took a closer look, and found that the iron kitchen knife she had seen in Hongfu Tower was even brighter. At first glance, it looked like it was made of rare fine iron!
Only then did she understand what Mr. Xu meant when he said "you will definitely like it".
But she looked at the kitchen knife again, feeling a little embarrassed:
It is true that she likes such gifts, but she also knows that this knife cannot be polished by ordinary craftsmen - at least she has never seen such a fine iron kitchen knife in the blacksmith shop in the town.
Holding this kitchen knife, Su Qingluan stared at the sharp blade glowing with green light, and suddenly smiled: Since Mr. Xu gave this knife to himself, he should make some decent food and give it to Mr. Xu. I'm afraid he wouldn't have it. Nothing could be happier than this.
Su Qingluan thought about it and decided to sharpen the knife with this kitchen knife today.
"It seems that I originally wanted to figure out how to squeeze oil today, but I really couldn't do it..." Su Qingluan shook her head and smiled - she had a new knife in her hand, and she wanted to use it right away. How could she still calm down and study oil extraction? Woolen cloth?
He took out the kitchen knife and showed it to Su Guangfu and Yang. The two of them were also amazed and said that this kitchen knife was much better than the iron kitchen knives on the market. Even the kitchen knives owned by the rich households in the village were not as good as this. A handful.
"Da Ya..." Yang was a little uneasy, "Is this gift too expensive..."
Su Qingluan smiled slyly: "Auntie, based on your daughter's craftsmanship, Mr. Xu must be very satisfied with this kitchen knife given to me, and I will show you my skills tonight."
After she finished speaking, she was not in a hurry and immediately went into the kitchen. She first went to see how her brother and sister were doing with their big calligraphy.
I have to say that over the past few days, Su Qingluan watched and found that although Su Xuanhe was a few years older than his sister, he had a restless temper.
In just a few days, although Su Xueyan's wrists were not strong due to her age, and her strokes seemed a little fluttery, she was still decent.
Although Su Xuanhe was better than his sister in terms of strength, because his mind was always wandering, his writing skills were often stable at first, but later became more and more sloppy.
Su Qingluan couldn't help but have a headache: no matter what, if you want to go to school, "calligraphy" is inevitable in this era.
She could see that when she was teaching calligraphy, it wasn't that Su Xuanhe didn't like to listen, or that he couldn't understand. He just simply didn't like the practice of calligraphy - because he was really a little restless, and these "quiet" matters It made him lose his temper.
For example, now, when he saw Su Qingluan coming over, Su Xuanhe quickly threw away the brush in his hand and complained: "Sister! My arms are sore from practicing calligraphy. Can I take a rest?"
The little girl next to her finished writing the word "捺" steadily, raised her head and exposed it mercilessly: "Brother, you lied to me, you obviously just had a break!" As if she was afraid that Su Qingluan would not believe her, the little girl raised her head and said He picked up the strokes he had written and raised his hands in front of Su Qingluan, "Sister, look, I wrote six strokes today! Brother only wrote three!"
"I wrote more strokes than you and more densely than you!"
"No, you wrote it crudely and uglyly!"
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Su Qingluan took their calligraphy paper and said: "It's cloudy today, the light is not good, and now it's almost noon, so you can just write here today."
As soon as the two little guys heard this, they jumped happily and went out to play.
Su Qingluan packed away the stationery for her younger siblings and turned to go to the kitchen. Thinking about the so-called "highlight" of the day, she first prepared a few ingredients for stir-fry, cut them and put them aside, and then fried them together when the meal was about to be done. come out.
I also prepared some white rice mixed with sorghum and brown rice, put it into a short wooden basin with a loose mouth, put it in the steamer, covered it, and steamed it on the stove.
Su Qingluan asked Su Guangfu to make this wooden basin after comparing the size of her own steamer. Although it was made of wood, it did not leak at all. She was amazed and gained a new understanding of her father's carpentry skills.
Su Qingluan walked to a pottery jar in the corner, uncovered the gauze covering it, and revealed the soaked beans inside.
Su Qingluan had originally soaked these beans yesterday, just to see the quality of this batch of beans and whether they could be squeezed for soybean oil.
Seeing that after a night and a half of soaking, the beans were slowly "stretching out" and there were very few dead beans that remained in their original shape or empty beans floating on the water, Su Qingluan nodded with satisfaction.
There is a large stone mill pulled by livestock at home for shelling grain, but Su Qingluan bought a small one a while ago, which is used as a "grinder" for grinding flour.
Su Qingluan took out the soaked beans, put them on the bamboo dustpan, and began to summon "free labor" - "Xuanhe, didn't you say you are tired of writing big characters? I want you to do something else!"
Then, kid Su Xuanhe turned into the donkey who pulled the strings... ah, no, the little man who pulled the strings.
But he himself was grinding the stone mill with his arms very vigorously, and the meaning was very obvious - as long as he was not allowed to write big characters, he would accept it even if he was asked to work!
Su Qingluan felt a headache again when she saw that this kid hated studying so much.
But right now she had things to do.
Pulling out some plant ash from under the stove, Su Qingluan very carefully rubbed it up with a dustpan and slowly poured it into a wooden bucket filled with water.
The ashes just pulled out from under the hot stove were as hot as carbon, and when they fell into the cool water, they made a slight "chichi" sound.
Su Qingluan waited until all the plant ash was poured in, stirred it evenly with a wooden stick, and let it settle for a while.
Now that Su Qingluan has rice paper as a filter paper, she doesn't have to worry about filtering.
She let the gray water from the vegetation settle for a while, and then she heard her younger brother running over to her, panting, and saying, "Sister, I've finished grinding those beans!" After saying that, she pulled out her waist and said "please praise" on her face. look like.
Su Qingluan blinked: "Do you want to see how beans turn into tofu?"
Su Xuanhe nodded quickly when he heard this: He really didn't know how the beans turned into one whole piece?
Su Qingluan asked him to call his sister over, and then turned around to get the rice paper and funnel.
Rice paper is a good alternative material for filter paper, and the rice paper given to her by Shopkeeper Liang is of very good quality. Su Qingluan cut it a few times and put it inside the funnel. There was a narrow-mouth bottle underneath, so that the two little ones who came in hand in hand could The guy was holding the bottle below, while Su Qingluan slowly poured the plant ash water in from above.
When the plant ash below was slowly poured out, Su Qingluan stopped pouring, turned around, and poured the filtered plant ash filtrate into a porcelain bowl.
The two little guys immediately opened their curious eyes.
