From a distance, Yang only saw her eldest daughter taking out two eggs covered in mud from a jar, knocking off the mud on the outside, and washing them with water.
Glancing over there, Yang felt that the skin of the egg seemed a little different from what he remembered, a little gray, but she didn't take it too seriously.
But when Su Qingluan peeled off the outer skin of the egg, revealing the dark "egg white" inside, Yang couldn't help but move over and take a look.
Then, she felt a very pungent smell at the end of her nose, which reminded her of the smell of the toilet.
As a conditioned reflex, Yang hurriedly moved aside and pinched his nose: "I mean, Da Ya, is this egg broken? Why does it have this color and this smell?"
Su Qingluan carefully peeled the preserved egg open, revealing the black and slightly transparent brown egg white inside. Looking carefully at the outdoor light, you can also see scattered radiating patterns on the surface.
She nodded secretly with satisfaction: It seems that the skill of making homemade preserved eggs in her previous life has not been lost, and she will have more fun later.
With this in mind, she peeled another preserved egg and put it on the plate - even if the preserved egg did not fail to be made, you can't eat too much of it after all, and depending on Yang's reaction, it might really fail in the end. In this case , Su Qingluan still planned to peel only two preserved eggs.
As a result, just after peeling it off, she heard her mother suspecting that the preserved egg was broken. She turned around and saw Yang holding her nose and frowning, looking very disgusted.
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "Don't worry, Mom, although this 'preserved egg' smells a bit pungent, it has a unique flavor and is not broken - where are our cotton threads?"
"In the basket on the lower right corner of the bedside table in my room - what do you want cotton thread for?" Yang was still a little doubtful.
Su Qingluan gave it a try: "You'll find out later!"
"Why is this girl so nagging again..." Yang shook her head when she saw Su Qingluan running into the house. He lowered his head and looked at the preserved egg with disdain, then got closer and smelled it again, and muttered, "Isn't this just the smell of a toilet? Is this thing really edible?"
After a while, Su Qingluan came into the kitchen again with a roll of white cotton thread, pulled out a suitable length, wet the cotton thread with water, pressed it lengthwise on top of the preserved egg, and pressed it hard, and the preserved egg was divided into two pieces. two.
The egg white, which was already semi-liquid, was oily, but Su Qingluan still suppressed her desire to take a bite, and then pressed the cotton thread onto the preserved egg again.
Divide the two preserved eggs into quarters and divide them into eight equal parts. Su Qingluan evenly places the eight preserved eggs on the plate to form a circle, and puts a small seasoning dish in the middle. Add vinegar and a little thick sesame oil.
Although it is a pity that there are no spicy peppers, there is nothing we can do about it - after all, Su Qingluan has not seen red peppers on the market, nor has he encountered corn, potatoes or tomatoes.
It's not like she hasn't asked around. After all, this place really has a "backcountry" feel. But even though he was as knowledgeable as Mu Xingzhi, he had never seen the food that Su Qingluan described to him.
...Although Su Qingluan used the name of "imagination", in retrospect, Mu Xingzhi's eyes at that time were very subtle, and she did not dare to be too arrogant and ask too obvious questions.
After withdrawing her thoughts, Su Qingluan brought the plate of preserved eggs to the table.
As expected, apart from drooling over a plate of preserved eggs, my parents, including my younger brother and younger sister, all stayed away from this dark "unidentified object".
"Sister, this egg stinks!" The little girl Su Xueyan pinched her delicate little nose, her eyebrows almost wrinkled, and Su Xuanhe also had the word "disgust" written all over his face.
The one who had the dullest reaction was probably Su Guangfu, who did not show any obvious expression of resistance on his face. But Su Qingluan noticed that he pulled the pony away from the location of the preserved egg without leaving a trace - even though it was only a little bit.
...It seems that everyone really dislikes it.
It was the first time that Su Qingluan had made such a "disgusting" food, and her mood was still very subtle. However, she also understands that taste cannot be forced. She just doesn't think she can get used to the tea soup that is very popular in this era - the kind of thing that boils tea leaves, salt, spices and drinks together. She thinks it is very strange, but it does not hinder her. People in this era drink with gusto.
Although she had no hope, Su Qingluan still wanted to rectify the reputation of preserved eggs: "I tell you, don't be so disgusted - although these preserved eggs smell bad, they are very good to eat. In fact, there are many such smelling eggs. Isn’t the sewage soup a good example of something that smells stinky but tastes delicious?”
This last example of "watering the soup" can be regarded as a very vivid and convincing example. After all, everyone originally wanted to hide away when they saw the fishy and smelly sewer, but now the whole family is enjoying the meal.
Seeing everyone's expressions of eagerness to try again, Su Qingluan pointed to the vinegar and sesame oil dish in the middle: "The pungent smell on the surface of preserved eggs will disappear if you dip it in vinegar, and it will taste better and more refreshing, right?" So really? Why don't you take this Amway?
Finally, Mrs. Yang said, "Since Da Ya said so, I'll give it a try..." After a pause, she cautiously discussed with Su Guangfu, "The child's father, let's have a piece?"
Su Guangfu looked at the size of the preserved egg and nodded cautiously.
Generally speaking, whenever Su Qingluan comes up with new food, the two little guys Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan always rush to try it.
But this time, the two little ones seemed very "steady and humble", waiting quietly for their parents to "try it out", and very carefully picked up the "at least normal-looking vegetable rice" made by their mother-in-law. ".
Generally speaking, according to the rules of ordering elders and younger children, the Su family waits until the two elders move their chopsticks before the three children follow.
This time, in order to demonstrate, Su Qingluan took the lead in picking up a piece of preserved egg, dipped it in vinegar, and then put it into his mouth.
The egg white part of the preserved egg has become a very elastic skin jelly, and it becomes even more elastic after being dipped in vinegar. Moreover, the mature vinegar neutralizes the pungent ammonia smell, which further stimulates the special flavor of preserved eggs.
The egg yolk is in a semi-liquid state, like a thick sauce, instantly filling your mouth with a thick texture.
Su Qingluan couldn't help but narrowed her eyes slightly: This is the smell!
God knows that ever since she fell ill in her last life, in order to recover quickly, she had thrown away all "unhealthy diets" in order to survive.
The result was obviously unsatisfactory. Even though she wished for scientific nutrition and health, she still relapsed and worsened. In the end, when she wanted to break the pot and simply indulge in food, she was already suffering from severe cachexia and could not eat anything.
So Su Qingluan has not tasted the taste of preserved eggs for several years - let alone the preserved eggs made by herself!
This makes the preserved eggs that were originally 70% delicious become 100% delicious in an instant!
Seeing Su Qingluan looking so delicious that he was about to cry with emotion, Yang and Su Guangfu glanced at Hei Buliuqiu's preserved eggs with some doubts: Is this stuff really so delicious?
Yang picked up a piece of preserved egg and split it in two from the middle. The yolk immediately flowed down. A look of pity flashed in Su Qingluan's eyes, but she didn't do such a crazy thing as licking the plate.
Su Guangfu and Yang each picked up half of the preserved eggs, and followed Su Qingluan's example, dipping them in vinegar - they probably thought of the "refreshing" flavor of preserved eggs, so they dipped them in vinegar a few more times. , then carefully put it into your mouth and chew.
"...How is it?" Su Qingluan was still a little nervous.
"...it's okay, it has a very unique texture, crunchy, and a little chewy." Yang's frown slightly relaxed, but there was no expression as if he was enjoying a delicacy.
Su Guangfu, on the other hand, took another piece of preserved egg and ate it without dipping it in vinegar, and then commented: "It tastes stronger without dipping it in vinegar, but it can still be eaten."
"...Thank you so much for the compliment?" Su Qingluan's mouth twitched: I feel that although my father and mother can eat preserved eggs, their evaluation of this ingredient is quite "reluctant"... Su Qingluan thought.
Perhaps it was because of this that the two children were more cautious about preserved eggs, and they hesitated again and again and did not try it.
Su Qingluan is not particularly keen on Amway's brother and sister eating preserved eggs - after all, strictly speaking, although preserved eggs have a unique flavor, they are not very healthy and eating too much is not good, especially for growing children.
Since the two of them didn't intend to try, Su Qingluan didn't force it.
As for Yang and Su Guangfu - although they couldn't stand the pungent and weird smell of preserved eggs for a while, it was obvious that they liked the chewy and crunchy texture.
So although they still complained about things like "Da Ya'er, can't you make this thing less smelly?", Su Guangfu and Er Yang ate most of the preserved eggs together.
"It's okay if you're used to the taste of preserved eggs." Yang nodded, "But it would be better if I could use something else to cover up the taste of preserved eggs..."
Yang murmured, but she had no intention of letting Su Qingluan do it - her attitude towards Su Qingluan's tinkering with food has always been: If Su Qingluan likes it, let her tinker with it; if she doesn't want to do it or If you don’t have time, then Yang will do it, there’s not much difference.
However, although Yang just muttered something casually, Su Qingluan took it seriously.
To cover up the smell of preserved eggs...? She secretly muttered: Yes, there is obviously a better diet for everyone to adapt to the taste of preserved eggs, why did she forget it?
So she volunteered: "Mom, come back tomorrow, how about we cook lunch together?"
Tomorrow, she will definitely make the whole family look at the "stinky ass" with admiration!
