Su Qingluan said with a smile: "If Xiao Langjun really gives me a reward, I hope it can be exchanged for a small denomination of silver notes - such as fifty taels."
Although a denomination of fifty taels is still considered a "huge amount of money" to ordinary people, for banknotes with a face value of hundreds or even thousands of taels, it is indeed considered a small amount.
Moreover, banknotes are not needed for daily expenses, only when buying some big-ticket items.
Xie Zian seemed to be speechless by Su Qingluan's request, and the old housekeeper next to him also looked shocked. He probably had never seen such a philistine woman before - and the philistine was so magnanimous that she didn't hide it at all and directly asked for money.
It was not that Su Qingluan didn't feel the shock of the other party, but she didn't care: the money she received was the best guarantee. As for her image in the eyes of a wealthy young master, was it important? unimportant.
After all, to her, this is just Party A's father who has many and strange demands, but is very likely to be generous with his actions.
After putting forward his request, Su Qingluan did not ask for notarization of the contract or anything like that - after all, Shopkeeper Liang couldn't afford to offend him. As long as the other party wanted to default on the bill, could he still argue with him?
At most, it's just stabbing the villain in the back.
After comforting herself in a very bachelor manner, Su Qingluan followed an older servant woman ordered by the housekeeper to the kitchen.
The kitchens of wealthy people are very different from the "hard and simple" ones of my own family that only have one stove. There are as many as six stoves!
Probably because of previous orders, three of the furnaces were now burning with blazing fire.
It's summer now, and the weather is hot. Although the doors and windows all around the kitchen are completely open, and there is a breeze flowing back and forth, the busy servants inside are still sweating profusely.
The maid who led the way glanced around the kitchen and recruited two maids and two young men. They smiled at Su Qingluan and said, "The housekeeper made it clear to the old woman that she wanted the old woman to allocate a few people to help the lady. Although these people are not They are very smart, but they are also diligent and obedient, and they all work in the kitchen all year round."
Su Qingluan thanked the servant woman and nodded to the four people: "Please help me more, please."
The two maids and two young men quickly knelt down and said they didn't dare.
Seeing this kind of kneeling again, Su Qingluan felt awkward in her heart, but she said calmly: "We still have to take care of the food. The ground is unclean. Kneeling down will easily bring dust up, so we might as well skip it."
The servant girl thought for a moment and nodded: "I will just follow what the lady said."
After sending the servant girl away, Su Qingluan rolled up her sleeves: She can finally work!
Since Su Qingluan didn't know the level of preparation of semi-finished ingredients in wealthy households in ancient times, he tentatively asked: "Is there any tofu?"
One of the maids stepped forward and performed the blessing ceremony: "If you want to reply to your wife, I have it."
Su Qingluan pursed her lips: "I'm actually just a chef hired to cook. There's no fundamental difference between me and you. We all work to serve others. You don't need to be so polite." Otherwise, she doubted that these four people Perhaps a considerable part of the time is not spent on work, but on saluting.
Just, it’s really unnecessary.
The four people looked at each other and nodded. Afterwards, they relaxed a lot, spoke more casually, and stopped saluting.
Su Qingluan nodded: "Since there is tofu, take a piece of tofu, and you also need mushrooms, ham, a chicken, and..."
The four people who were helping her nodded when they heard this, and then dispersed to prepare.
Su Qingluan casually picked up a kitchen knife and played with it, sighing in her heart: Rich people are different after all. If nothing else, it feels very refreshing to just tell someone what you want and someone will prepare it!
No wonder they all want glory, wealth, and servitude!
Su Qingluan shook her head. At this time, one of the maids came back first, holding a plate of tofu in her hand.
Su Qingluan touched the tofu, pressed lightly to feel the texture, and frowned slightly: "This tofu is not good, I want soft tofu."
The maid raised her head and asked in confusion: "How tender do you want it to be?"
Su Qingluan assessed the softness and hardness of the tofu just now, estimated the proportion of water added, and said: "Just follow what I said and change the amount of water."
After giving these instructions, the little maid turned around and went out. There must be a special place for making tofu outside the kitchen.
At this time, one of the boys came in carrying the cleaned chicken by its neck.
Su Qingluan smiled and said "thank you", then took the chicken neatly, first cut off the thighs and breasts, which were relatively thick but dry, and then chopped off the rest of the chicken. Chicken tips and chicken heads, cut into small pieces and asked: "Which soup pot is your house?"
The boy quickly brought another copper pot, first scooped out the water at the bottom of the pot, and then placed it on one of the burning stoves.
Su Qingluan nodded in thanks, then put the chicken nuggets in front of him into the soup pot, then turned back and asked, "Where's the ham? Haven't you brought it back yet?"
"Agui went to the back to get the ham." the boy replied.
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "His name is Agui, what is your name?"
"Madam, the little one's name is Ah Rong."
While she was talking, Agui also came back, holding a whole piece of ham in her hand. She probably didn't know how big of a piece of ham she wanted.
Su Qingluan took the ham, carefully cut off a small piece, then cut the ham into thin slices, and added all other ingredients and spices except salt into the soup pot.
Due to the addition of meat, after the stock boils, a layer of foam gradually forms on the surface.
Su Qingluan used a long-handled spoon to skim off the foam. Although the soup was still turbid, it was much better than the initial pot full of foam.
Su Qingluan let the soup pot boil and asked her followers to lower the fire on the soup stove slightly so that the soup could boil, but not too violently.
Then she turned around and started cutting the chicken into diced chicken. After making sure there were no broken bones inside, and using onion and ginger cooking wine to remove the fishy smell, Su Qingluan took a kitchen knife, opened it left and right, and chopped the diced chicken in front of him into chicken puree.
After she scooped up the chicken puree with a knife and carefully checked the fineness, she nodded, used water to release the chicken puree little by little, picked out all the dry ingredients and seasoning packets in the soup, and used the released chicken puree to sweep the soup.
The so-called "sweeping soup" is to use the adsorption force of meat velvet to absorb impurities in the soup, making the soup appear clear and bottomless. However, this kind of "sweeping the soup" step is really too wasteful for ordinary people, so in order to prevent his parents from losing their temper, Su Qingluan decided not to use such steps to prepare food in front of his parents.
With random thoughts flashing through her heart, Su Qingluan had already finished "sweeping the soup" for the second time, and the tender tofu over there was also done.
