In fact, the rice that the Su family usually buys is a variety that can be harvested twice or even three times a year. Although this kind of rice matures faster than upland rice in the north, it also has the disadvantage of being bland and not as sweet.
However, ordinary people are grateful to God if they can fill their stomachs. How can they care about the taste? Not to mention the poor-tasting rice, even the bran is edible.
To be even more extreme, in years of famine, grass roots and bark, as long as they are not poisonous, can be eaten.
However, this bowl of porridge is very different from the usual clear soup with little water. It not only has a sticky texture, but also exudes a burst of oily fragrance.
Because a lot of soybean oil and sesame oil are added in advance, and mung bean water starch is added when mixing the tenderloin shreds, the semi-liquid porridge is less watery than the clear soup. Although it has a thicker texture, it is not easy to cool down. .
Su Qingluan looked at her younger brother who was a little anxious after smelling the fragrance and her younger sister who was eager to give it a try, and reminded her again: "Don't suffocate when the surface is cooled by the blowing, it may still be hot on the inside... Hey, why are you so quick to talk..."
Before she finished speaking, Su Qingluan saw that her younger brother Su Xuanhe had already stuffed a spoonful of porridge into his mouth, and then he was so hot that he grinned, causing Su Xueyan next to him to laugh.
Although his mouth stung due to the burning heat, and even the skin on his upper teeth was broken, he had developed the habit of not wasting any bit of food since he was a child, but Su Xuanhe did not spit out the mouthful of porridge in his mouth.
But he still frowned and muttered: "The innermost skin is burned..."
Su Qingluan asked him to open his mouth and take a look - fortunately, only a layer of skin fell off and his tongue was a little red, but not to the extent of blisters. So he looked at Yang and Su Guangfu here with great concern. He said: "Mom and dad, don't worry. The burn is not serious. Let him rinse his mouth with salt water later. He will be fine in three to five days."
"This porridge is salty. If I drink a little more porridge, can it be treated as salt water?" Su Xuanhe muttered.
"Huh, you're not stupid. You know that porridge tastes better than salt water, but... no!" Su Qingluan frowned, "Go and rinse your mouth out later!"
Although Su Xuanhe was very naughty, he became less and less afraid to talk back in front of Su Qingluan, so he just shrank his neck and then asked as if he was thinking of something: "Sister, I tasted something slippery like aspic." Something! It’s so delicious!”
Yang laughed and said, "How is that possible? If the aspic is exposed to such hot porridge, wouldn't it melt?"
Su Xueyan also echoed her brother: "I've eaten it too, slippery aspic!" As she said that, the little girl stuck out her little tongue, and there was still a small piece of crystal black on it, "Here, it's on my tongue. On the tongue!”
"This is black...isn't it jelly?" Su Xuanhe stared at the little bit of black on his sister's tongue, a little confused.
Yang and Su Guangfu looked at each other and stirred the porridge in the bowl in front of them with their spoons. Su Guangfu originally wanted to take a big bite at once as he always did, but thinking about how embarrassingly his son had eaten just now, he finally endured his temper and took a small spoonful of the porridge in front of him and blew it into his mouth.
Such a cautious look made Yang, who was sitting aside and looking at him sideways, unable to help laughing.
Seeing Su Guangfu looking over, Yang quickly covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Why are you so impatient and can't resist eating quickly? It seems that in the future, Da Ya should be allowed to eat more of this kind of food that is not easy to cool down and treat it well." You have such a fiery temper!"
Su Qingluan sat aside and naturally heard what Yang said. What could she say? She could only act as if she heard nothing, keep her eyes on her nose, her nose on her mouth, her mouth and her heart, and act obediently, keeping silent very wisely, otherwise...
"Mom, we can't let dad get burned like brother. It'll be very painful!" Su Xueyan's little face wrinkled up and she said very seriously.
"Oh, you haven't even done anything yet, and you're already feeling distressed? Sanya, where are you from?" Yang teased her little daughter with a half-smile.
The little girl was stunned by the question, while Su Qingluan looked at her little sister with an inscrutable expression: Look, this is the death-choice question that the "Unauthorized Team" will face: Do you like your father or your mother?
Although the adults probably didn't mean anything serious and were just teasing the children, the children themselves would probably be Alexander.
So out of the indescribable "same-front friendship", Su Qingluan planned to draw everyone's attention to her side to save her little sister from almost doubting her life.
"How's it going? Is the porridge okay today?"
Although Su Qingluan has always been confident in her craftsmanship, considering everyone's rejection of preserved eggs, she still has a little bit of a drumbeat in her heart.
The Su family are all very simple people who seek land and housing. The only one who can barely be called a "scholar", Su Xuanhe, has only been in school for more than a month. Naturally, there is no particularly outstanding improvement in word choice and sentence making.
Therefore, everyone's "reviews" are nothing more than simple and down-to-earth adjectives such as "delicious" and "fragrant".
However, Yang still noticed the black and slightly transparent ingredients scattered in the porridge, and asked: "Is this... a preserved egg?"
When Su Xuanhe heard this, he suddenly lowered his head in disbelief, picked out a piece of preserved egg with a spoon again, and shouted in surprise: "Is this the rotten preserved egg that smelled like a toilet yesterday?"
Su Xueyan also went up and smelled it: "It doesn't stink anymore today!"
It’s more than just “no longer smelly”? The preserved eggs become smoother and more tender as they are simmered with rice porridge for a long time.
During the original process of pickling preserved eggs, the plant aroma of plant ash and salt can stimulate a special aroma, which has completely penetrated into the egg white and yolk. During the cooking process of the porridge, the ammonia flavor is fully evaporated and stimulated by the spicy taste of salt and ginger, which in turn highlights the original unique flavor of preserved eggs.
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "Actually, although the smell on the surface of preserved eggs is pungent, it can be neutralized with vinegar. But since you are not used to the smell of preserved eggs, the flavor of this preserved egg lean meat porridge is not that obvious. You It should be easier to accept.”
"Preserved egg and lean meat porridge?" Ms. Yang was stunned for a moment before she remembered the piece of pork tenderloin that Su Qingluan asked her to buy before. She couldn't help but admired, "The shredded pork tenderloin here is really smooth and tender when you eat it. firewood!"
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "As long as grandma likes it."
Although this shredded meat doesn't look very eye-catching, Su Qingluan also put in a lot of effort. Preserved eggs and ginger can be rolled in a casserole with rice porridge, but this must not be done with the shredded pork loin. Instead, the shredded pork is added just before the preserved egg and lean meat porridge is out of the pot, cooked with residual heat and seasoned. , in order to ensure the smooth and tender texture of the tenderloin to the greatest extent.
This preserved egg and lean meat porridge has a thick and delicate texture. Due to the addition of preserved eggs, it exudes a salty flavor that is different from ordinary salt porridge. Coupled with the unique elastic texture of preserved egg whites, the porridge has a richer and more varied texture.
At least Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan, two little guys, ever since they discovered that preserved eggs do not stink and are very elastic, they seemed to have discovered a new world. They were keen on the game of "biting the white of preserved eggs with their teeth" and played for a long time. Enjoy it all the time.
"It's amazing!" Mr. Yang stared at the black and somewhat transparent preserved egg in the spoon and sighed, "It was originally a smelly food, but after such cooking, it turned out to be so delicious?"
Su Qingluan laughed and said: "Actually, this kind of food that smells bad and tastes delicious can be found everywhere, such as stinky tofu, stinky mandarin fish, snail noodles, sour bamboo shoots, etc..."
Yang turned her head and looked over in surprise: "Hey, Da Ya, why have I never heard of any of these foods? Where did you see so many of them?"
Su Guangfu also raised his head and looked at her.
Su Qingluan was stunned: Oops, I just made such a smooth statement and went out bald! God knows how she is going to explain these ingredients that have never been heard of in this era, but are regular customers at modern food stalls!
After being stunned for a long time, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Mu Xing...Mr. Mu!" Seeing her parents and younger siblings looking over, Su Qingluan began to act on the spot, "He went to a collection of classics and history, a collection of travel notes, and so on. There are all kinds of books! I also saw it in a book..."
"What? I heard it from Mr. Mu." Su Xuanhe instantly no longer doubted the origin of the food that "smells fragrant and tastes stinky", "Since it is a book from Mr. Mu's family, then Sister A must not be careless. Just make it. There should be no problem if I eat it."
Su Qingluan: "...?" No, little brother, what you said is dangerous. What do you mean by "it should be fine if you eat it"? !
And what made her complain the most was that even her parents, when they heard that this "evil" ingredient came from Mu Xingzhi's book, they all said, "I'll be relieved then." "expression!"
Su Qingluan simply couldn't complain.
Thinking about her blindly worshiping family members, Su Qingluan continued: "Actually, preserved eggs can be made in many delicious ways - for example, adding them to meat fillings can also enhance the freshness and texture."
"Meat stuffing?" Ms. Yang was stunned. "In that case, do you want to use these preserved eggs to make steamed buns or something someday?" Since the preserved eggs that were originally kept at a distance can be eaten and are so delicious, Ms. Yang is naturally very happy.
Su Qingluan shook her head: "The buns need to be made of dough. Our family is like this now. Not only is it so cold at night that we need to wear cotton-padded clothes, but it is also a bit cold during the day. Making dough is not that easy."
Of course, if the stove is on, it is not impossible to put the basin next to the stove to keep warm while making dough, but there are too many uncontrollable factors in this method, and Su Qingluan has no intention of steaming the buns.
"How about making wontons with clear soup?" Su Qingluan suggested.
