As soon as Su Qingluan said these words, Yang happily took Sun Guixiang's hand and said, "Sister, don't you want to make pickled radishes too? With the heat of the water, I also have some radishes at home. Let's make these pickled radishes together. Is the work done?”
"That's a good relationship!" Sun Guixiang nodded repeatedly, "It's boring to work alone. With my sister accompanying me to do household chores, the day goes by faster!"
After saying that, he turned around and went home to pick up the radishes. As he walked, he shouted in a loud voice: "Sister, wait for me. I'll go back quickly!"
Mrs. Yang was not idle here either. She took out a wooden basin from the house that could accommodate a one or two-year-old baby to sit and bathe in it. She briefly rinsed the contents with the water that Su Qingluan had just used to cool it. Floating ash.
"We actually have such a big wooden basin at home!" Su Qingluan sighed.
"This is the tub you three used to bathe at home when you were young." Yang smiled and washed the inside of the tub. "Later, when you all grew older and could sit on your own, you no longer needed this tub. But now I often use this basin to wash large quantities of vegetables."
"Where's Dad?" Su Qingluan looked around curiously.
"He's in the backyard. It's rained too much these days and the chicken coops are flooded. He almost drowned a few chickens. I asked him to think of a solution." Yang said, dragging the cleaned large wooden basin to the main room. In the open space outside, I moved two more small stools and placed them on both sides of the wooden basin, and threw the newly bought green radishes that were still muddy yesterday into the wooden basin.
At this time, Sun Guixiang also came back carrying a big cloth bag. Seeing that Yang had already thrown the radishes in, she looked at the bag of radishes in her hand: "Otherwise, wash these before washing mine to avoid getting them mixed up."
Yang nodded: "That's okay, it's our job anyway!"
So he went to the kitchen to get the pot of hot water that had just boiled.
"Hey, mother, please be careful," Su Qingluan was frightened when she saw Yang holding a pot of water, "That's just boiled, don't burn it!"
"Hey, little girl, don't worry, Aunt Li, I'll help your mother-in-law!" As she said that, Sun Guixiang quickly took one of the two pot handles.
"Hey, this is actually an iron pot!" Sun Guixiang sighed, "It really has some weight."
Yang smiled and said, "Why don't you give it to your family?" Although she was joking, she was also serious. After all, if Sun Guixiang hadn't suggested that Su Qingluan go to "Hongfu Building" to sell recipes, the Su family might not have lived a life of food and clothing so quickly.
But Sun Guixiang shook her head repeatedly: "Please forgive me, my dear sister. I heard that the iron pot will rust if you don't use it carefully. My cooking skills are really average, so I won't waste good things - let alone you." I have enough stuff for my family these days!”
In addition to that piece of cloth, the Su family also sent vegetables, fruits, iron knives, grains, oils, rice and noodles to the Li family more than once, not only to remind Su Qingluan at that time, but also because the adults of the Su family have been doing it these days. At home, the two children can be safely left at home, and Sun Guixiang's care is indispensable.
Yang shook her head: "This is nothing compared to what you have done for our family."
"Hey, sister, you're just saying that." Sun Guixiang said, and Yang poured the hot water into the big wooden basin. Sun Guixiang went back to return the iron pot, while Yang poured the remaining The cold water was poured into the big wooden basin.
"Big girl," Sun Guixiang smiled and patted Su Qingluan on the back, "I heard from your mother that you have figured out a new way to eat bananas? I am in luck again!"
Su Qingluan smiled and pointed at the cut bananas: "Auntie, just wait and see!"
"Hey, I'm waiting!" After returning the pot to Su Qingluan, Sun Guixiang turned around and went out. She and Yang sat on the small bench one by one, and started to clean the mud on the radish with a bristle brush under warm water. Chatting and gossiping all over the world.
Su Qingluan put the still wet iron pot on the fire, pulled down the opening of the wind box, and let the fire become smaller, waiting for the water vapor inside to slowly dry out.
At this time, Su Qingluan had already coated the cut banana pieces with a batter mixed with egg flour and mung bean starch.
Seeing that the water in the pot had evaporated, Su Qingluan took out the soybean oil that had been absorbed by the peel and poured half of it into the iron pot.
The effect of adding peel is still very significant. When the soybean oil was poured out, Su Qingluan could clearly feel that the original strong beany smell was much less, replaced by a light fruity aroma.
Su Qingluan pulled up the partition of the vent to increase the fire. When the oil temperature was almost the same, he slid the battered bananas into the pot one by one. After they were slightly set, he gently removed the banana pieces that were stuck together. Push away.
After a while, the banana slowly turned golden brown. Not only did the outer shell become crispy, but it also slowly seemed like small golden balls floating back and forth on the oil pan.
Su Qingluan fished out the banana pieces with a pick, set them aside for later use, and poured the hot oil back into the original jar.
Naturally, there was no such thing as detergent in ancient times, but plant ash was a ready-made oil pot cleaning agent. While Su Qingluan sighed inwardly that the plant ash was really versatile, he washed the iron pot clean and added a small amount of water and sugar.
In fact, syrup can be fried with oil or water, but this is the first time Su Qingluan has used this traditional stove to fry, and he is not yet able to control the heat so accurately.
The task of frying syrup is that even if the heat is slightly overheated, the syrup will turn sand instantly. In order to avoid this rudimentary overturn, Su Qingluan simply adopted the more secure water frying method, which is less likely to burn.
Su Qingluan kept stirring the bottom of the pot with a shovel while letting the sugar melt in the water.
While waiting for the water to boil, Su Qing took out a coarse porcelain plate, brushed it with a layer of sesame oil, and sprinkled a little bit of white sesame seeds on it.
Since the white water was only added to the bottom of the pot this time, and there was no way to lower the heat, the water boiled quickly.
At this time, Su Qingluan pulled down the partition slightly, lowered the heat, and began to stir quickly at the bottom of the pot.
After a while, the boiling "white water" in the pot gradually changed - the originally rolling water gradually turned into fine and transparent bubbles, and the bubbles became denser and smaller, and finally took on a golden and transparent color. .
The moment the soup changed color, Su Qingluan narrowed her eyes: She knew the time was up!
So, she quickly took the pan holding the fried banana pieces and flipped her wrist, slid the banana into the pot, and quickly flipped the pot so that all the banana pieces were evenly coated in the sticky syrup.
Almost at the same time, Su Qingluan took the iron pot away from the stove and used the remaining heat of the iron pot to prevent the syrup from cooling and solidifying - this was also to prevent the syrup from being overheated and dehydrated and sanded.
Putting the bananas on the oiled plate, Su Qingluan turned around and soaked the iron pot in the water, then squatted down and pulled the partition of the vent to the bottom, completely extinguishing the open flame in the furnace, turned around and shouted outside. : "The shredded banana is ready! Come and try it!"
