When Su Qingluan returned to his stall, Yang was very surprised: "Aren't you going to the blacksmith shop? Have you bought all the tools you want?"
Shaking her head slowly, Su Qingluan sighed: "No, I just ordered an iron pot for the time being and we will pick it up when we go back later."
It was her carelessness. In her opinion, many modern and common appliances, such as manual egg beaters, were just simple kitchen utensils that could be made by bending a few steel wires.
But because it is so common, and the price of modern sales is only three to five yuan, such a low price, such a common style, gave Su Qingluan a feeling of "very easy to make" - of course, this feeling is not popular in modern times. It is correct under the premise of the industrial level of society.
However, based on the level of iron and steel smelting in Su Qingluan's current era, the thin steel wire can be described as "ingenious". Therefore, with only the simplest manual egg beater, the blacksmith would ask for it. One hundred taels of silver.
It's not that the other party is talking too much, it's that Su Qingluan's "casual" craftsmanship requirements are too difficult for people of this era.
Not to mention the "paring knife" and "coring knife" that Su Qingluan had drawn before, which she subconsciously considered to be very common and very convenient tools, were considered difficult by the blacksmith.
In the end, Su Qingluan was thinking about all the easy-to-use gadgets and didn't decide on any of them, but finally decided on the size of the iron pot for home use.
Su Qingluan looked around and suddenly felt that the stall next to his home seemed quieter than usual today. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that Aunt Yang, who was originally very friendly with Mrs. Yang, has not seen her shadow today.
"Aunt Yang is not here today?" Su Qingluan was very curious.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Yang was a little worried.
The skinny monkey heard the mother and daughter murmuring, waved his hands and said, "Hey, you don't need to worry. I think Aunt Yang's business was too good yesterday and she was busy late. She has a day off today."
Su Qingluan became interested when she heard Shouhou'er's words: "Why, Aunt Yang's business was good yesterday? That's a good relationship!"
"No!" The skinny monkey's face was already thin, so his eyes seemed to be chattering wildly. Now he was startled and spoke, which made him look like a monkey. "Yesterday, I sold you." After all the eggs, I went to the restaurant in front for a drink. When I came back, I saw a lot of people gathered around Aunt Yang! "
"I think Aunt Yang is really too busy, so I'll help here for a while," Thin Monkey said dancingly, describing the large number of customers, and then gave Su Qingluan a thumbs up, "Aunt Yang, follow your method. After all the cloths were hung on the poles, it looked like a colorful brocade from a distance. It was so beautiful! Many people were attracted to it!"
Su Qingluan heard that the business was better because she arranged the cloth for Aunt Yang. She was very happy and asked quickly: "So, Aunt Yang sold a lot of cloth yesterday?"
"Isn't that right?" Shouhou'er pointed to the sky, "In the end, I was so busy helping Aunt Yang that I almost made an appointment with Zhongtian, and the night market visitors were almost leaving, so I closed the stall!"
Mrs. Yang listened on the side and was also happy for Aunt Yang. Turning around and looking at the burrito stall, which had a stable customer base but was still not as popular as it was at the beginning, Yang's eyes felt a little lonely.
Seeing this, Su Qingluan gently shook Yang's hand and whispered: "Don't worry, mom. Food like burritos is really too common. Our family can have a place because of the taste. But the taste of other restaurants now They have gradually made their own improvements, and it is normal for our business to be affected."
In the final analysis, the choice of "burrito" as the food for the stall was purely because "without consuming firewood and charcoal", the options for cold food were really limited.
But now that the Su family no longer has to worry about saving a little charcoal, there are more options to choose from.
When Su Qingluan visited the market yesterday, she had a rough idea of the types and distribution of all the food stalls in the town. When the weather cooled down, she could think about the hot food that needed to be heated.
But before that—
"Dad, Mom, after closing the stall today, I'm going to the blacksmith shop!" Su Qingluan did not forget to inform her parents.
Su Guangfu, who had been keeping his head down and busy without saying a word, heard this and raised his head and said, "Dad, I'm going with you."
Su Qingluan blinked: "No need, I can do it by myself. You have to clean up the stall with my mother. If you go to the blacksmith shop with me, it will take a lot more time."
Su Guangfu shook his head: "I'll go with you."
Facts have proved that Su Guangfu is too prescient.
Su Qingluan subconsciously thought that the iron pot she customized only weighed about three or four kilograms. But she only considered the weight of the iron pot, not the size.
Although Su Qingluan usually flipped pots and other things very easily when he was working in the back kitchen of Hongfu Building, it was just that.
It is really difficult for Su Qingluan's thin arms and legs to carry such a large iron pot that is one-third of the body length for a long time - for no other reason than Su Qingluan's body is only thirteen years old and not slender enough. , the arm span is not wide enough, and such a big iron pot cannot even be carried on the back like last time.
Because it was too deep and too big, no matter how hard I held it, I couldn't exert any strength, so Su Qingluan felt very tired before taking two steps.
Fortunately, Su Guangfu took the blame, otherwise Su Qingluan felt that she would not be able to see the sun tomorrow.
After returning home and boiling the iron pot as usual, Su Qingluan thought to herself that the new iron pot should be kept with heavy oil. So why not just make a heavy oil food today - such as the fried chicken that she has been coveting for a long time?
Thinking in her mind, Su Qingluan instructed Su Xuanhe to bring over the barrel of oil he got from shopkeeper Liang yesterday.
There was a certain element of intentionality in what she did. It's not a childish reason to bully children, but Su Qingluan has a vague feeling that his younger brother's physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary children.
Su Qingluan saw that his brother had carried a barrel of soybean oil to his feet with little effort, and stared at his brother's face carefully: "Aren't you tired from carrying such a large barrel of soybean oil?"
Su Xuanhe shook his head: "It's nothing..."
Su Qingluan was amazed and said that it was indeed true! Logically speaking, an ordinary seven-year-old child would not be able to carry such a large bucket of soybean oil, let alone carry it around.
With this thought in her mind, Su Qingluan smiled and praised: "My brother is really capable. My sister will prepare delicious food for you later!"
Sure enough, when he heard "eat", Su Xuanhe's eyes lit up.
