While eating, Su Qingluan looked at Su Guangfu: "Dad, can you help me a little later?"
"What?" Su Guangfu raised his eyelids, "It's not just that I burned a knife in a jar, but you want to trick me into something else?"
Su Qingluan was a little tipsy at this time because she had been rubbing pork strips with a barbecue knife and breathed in a lot of high-concentration liquor vapor. Her cheeks were also a little red, and her pronunciation sounded a bit coquettish: "But I'll return the remaining half of the jar~ Dad, just help me one more time~"
As he spoke, he wanted to pull Su Guangfu's cuffs.
After all, Su Guangfu was still not used to being so close to his children, so he pulled down Su Qingluan's paw on his sleeve: "Speak carefully and don't move your hands or feet. You are such a big girl, so be careful with your movements." After a pause, he sighed. He took a breath and said, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
Su Qingluan pursed her lips, not insisting on pulling up her sleeves, and sat back obediently: "Dad, go to the river to get two larger stones, they are about this big." Su Qingluan gestured in front of him, "I You need to press down on the marinated meat so that the flavor can be absorbed faster...hehe..."
The laughter at the end had a hint of stupidity.
Yang looked at Su Qingluan and saw that her little face was flushed and her speech was different from her usual expression. She put her hand on her eldest daughter's cheek. Yang exclaimed: "Hey! It's a little hot. Could it be that you have a fever?"
"Mom, I'm not having a fever~" Ms. Yang had been washing vegetables with cold water, and now there was still a bit of coolness on her fingertips. Su Qingluan felt that the coldness was very comfortable, so she simply put her mother's hand on her face. To cool down, "I just used a roasting knife to rub the meat. It took too long and I was a little drunk from the smoke."
"Hey, what kind of bacon do you want to make? We'll talk about it tomorrow. Let's go to the house to rest today!" Yang said, pulling Su Qingluan and dragging her into the house without any explanation.
"But the stone..."
"I know, I know. Let your father go to the river to get it later. I'm sure you'll see it when you wake up tomorrow!" With that said, Yang pressed Su Qingluan into the bed.
But Su Qingluan was not really drunk after all, but he woke up after sleeping for less than half an hour.
Walking into the yard, Mrs. Yang was sitting in the warm and soft light of the setting sun, processing the sewerage that would be used tomorrow - considering that Liu Yunniang was still a novice, the sewerage here was still processed according to the previous volume.
Hearing the noise behind her, Yang turned around and looked over, her hands moving for a moment: "Hey, Da Ya, have you sobered up? Do you want a drink of water?... Your father took his younger brothers and sisters to the river, maybe... I won’t be back until a while.”
Su Qingluan shook her head when she heard this: "Don't worry, Mom, I've sobered up."
Seeing that Yang was dealing with the sewer, Su Qingluan wanted to help. Yang waved her hand: "You can go and have a rest. Grandma can come."
"Then let me go see what happened to the pork strips." Su Qingluan turned around and went to the place where the pork strips were dried outside the kitchen.
There was already a lot of blood dripping from the ground there, and the drops fell on the underside of the flesh, forming dark red mottled marks, which looked a bit scary.
However, Su Qingluan touched the surface of the pork and looked very happy. Because she had taken a nap just now, the skin of the pork was completely dry. When she got closer and smelled it, the fishy smell on the surface of the pork was also due to the repeated rubbing of white wine, leaving only a faint aroma of wine.
Su Qingluan removed the strips of meat and placed them in a large basin. He then brought the iron pot over and fried the slightly yellowed salt. After "rubbing the wine", he began to "rub the salt" on the pork strips.
Although the skin of the pork has been in a slightly dry state after being dried for a period of time, under the absorption of salt, water slowly seeps out, causing more salt to stick to the skin.
Su Qingluan covered every side of each piece of meat with salt. There was still a lot of salt left in the end. She was not in a hurry and simply poured the remaining salt into the basin, filling the gaps between the pork. .
After all the gaps are filled, pour the remaining salt all over the surface of the meat strips, and "bury" the meat strips completely in the salt.
At this time, Mrs. Yang walked in with a large basin of water, looked at it, and sighed: "Such a grand method of curing meat has only been seen in wealthy families before. I never thought it could be used in our family."
When Su Qingluan heard what her mother said, she smiled and said, "It will get better and better." She hoped that in the near future, all the folks in the village would be able to have such "prestigious cured meat."
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan glanced at the cabinet where the dishes and chopsticks were placed - there were two palm-sized porcelain jars that she had carefully sealed. special.
Counting the days, it's almost done.
The sudden noise in the yard was that Su Guangfu had returned with Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan.
As soon as Su Xueyan entered the courtyard gate, she ran towards Su Qingluan happily: "Sister, sister! I found a particularly beautiful stone for sister!!"
Su Qingluan saw her sister's short legs flying very fast, and hurriedly went out to meet her: "Hey, I told you to be careful not to fall." Before she finished speaking, the little girl giggled and threw herself into her arms. inside.
"Sister, I'm dancing on the white one!"
"Yes, yes, the one you picked is the most beautiful!" Su Xuanhe, who was walking behind to help Su Guangfu hold the pole basket, said helplessly - it has been more than a month since he went to Master Zhou's place, and this little skin monkey finally showed his appearance. Looks very stable.
Su Qingluan actually didn't care about the color of the stone, but in order to make the little girl happy, she whispered: "Hey, my Xueyan is so good! The color of the stone he jumps on is so beautiful!"
"Sister, do you like it?" The little girl looked over with a pair of dark eyes.
"I like it, of course I like it!" Everything the cute little angel said is right!
After such a round of tossing, Su Xueyan soon became tired and wanted to go to bed. Su Xuanhe wasn't sleepy yet, but he had to endorse.
Su Qingluan looked at the two stones that were bigger than his face that Su Guangfu had washed by the river, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Auntie, do we still have such a big pot at home?" Su Qingluan pointed to the big pot filled with pork strips, "Maybe it can be a little smaller."
Yang thought for a moment: "I don't have a basin, but our dumpling-making bamboo curtain has a round one. Is that okay?"
As she spoke, she took down a cloth bag from the top of the shelf, took out a round bamboo-covered curtain, and patted the floating dust on it.
Su Qingluan gestured at the size of the bamboo curtain, nodded and carefully wiped off all the floating dust with clean gauze - fortunately, since it was stored in a cloth bag, there was very little dust, so it could be used just by wiping it.
Put the curtain in the basin. Since it is just two circles smaller than the edge of the basin, the curtain can be pressed firmly on the pork strips. Su Qingluan pressed two more big rocks on it and breathed a sigh of relief: The preliminary work was finally completed.
