As the three of them inadvertently put their noses in front of the dark face, an indescribable pungent smell rushed straight into Tianling Gai.
"vomit--"
"Cough cough cough cough..."
"What...what does this smell like?" Seeing one of her parents retching constantly from the smoke, and the other choking to a cough, Liu Yunniang couldn't help pinching her nose, frowning and staring at the black and somewhat transparent hand. on the eggs.
At this time, she suddenly remembered Su Qingluan's meaningful look when he handed the egg to her.
...Is that why I let myself take one home to "try" it? Liu Yunniang murmured in her heart.
Although her parents disliked it, the taste of the unique porridge she had eaten before was not an illusion. Even Liu Yunniang bought some fine japonica rice that she had been reluctant to buy for a long time in order to make this preserved egg and lean meat porridge!
"Dad, Aniang, Qingluan has helped our family so many times, why would he try to trick us over such a trivial matter like sesame seeds and mung beans?!" Liu Yunniang's words temporarily suppressed the doubts of Liu Sheng and Xi Niangzi.
Seeing that her parents no longer asked her to throw away the preserved egg, Liu Yunniang breathed a sigh of relief and made the preserved egg and lean meat porridge according to Su Qingluan's menu.
Except for the preparation method of preserved eggs, this dish is basically a simple and basic preparation without any particularly advanced cooking skills. Liu Yunniang is not a delicate young lady who has no fingers in the spring water, so she will naturally take advantage of it at a glance.
What's more, Su Qingluan marked out in detail the details that need attention and are prone to overturning, and even thoughtfully commented at the end: "Don't eat too fast, pay attention to the words scalding your mouth."
So when the preserved egg and lean meat porridge came out of the pot, it was unanimously praised by the three members of the Liu family without exception.
Although Su Qingluan did not disclose the method of making preserved eggs, they originally felt that it was someone else's "secret recipe" and should not be revealed casually.
What's more, Liu Yunniang also specifically stated that this production method may be risky, and the three of them sighed again.
Not to mention that the three members of the Liu family were full of praise for Su Qingluan's craftsmanship, the second day soon came.
Although Su Qingluan also went out to the stall with her parents today, she took the time to visit a carpenter's shop: "Uncle, have you made the items I want to make?"
Seeing that it was Su Qingluan, the middle-aged man nodded quickly: "Don't worry, little lady, you are also a regular customer. We will naturally remember it - do you think you are satisfied with it?" He took out two bottles from the drawer under the shop. Only two pens about the same size as a small brush came out.
The front sections of these two pens are not brushes made of animal hair, but "simple pencils" made of wood wrapped with charcoal strips. Even, because the charcoal strips are soft, Su Qingluan asked both pens to have perfectly fitting caps!
Su Qingluan looked up and down. Except that it was a little thicker, the craftsmanship was not much worse than the modern pencils she had seen!
Su Qingluan nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, uncle."
"It's not hard work, Chenghui will give you a drop of money!" A drop of money is just one tael of silver.
Su Qingluan thought to herself that these two pencils were really expensive! But she also knew that this was considered a "special handicraft", and because the pen barrel was very thin, the charcoal strips lacked the necessary clay ratio and were very soft and easy to break.
In this era, there was no assembly line for pencil production in modern society, so this kind of "high-precision fine work" required a test of the technical level of the craftsmen.
Frankly speaking, Su Qingluan felt that the carpenter's craftsmanship was slightly inferior to that of his father. It was not because of the family filter, but when Su Guangfu was making woodworking objects, there were often many things that even Su Qingluan was not expecting. Small ingenuity.
But she also understood that the purpose of this "pencil" must not be known to her father - at least for now, it must be kept strictly confidential.
Moreover, the carpenter's shop in front of her was the shop that carved the outer packaging of the "Four Seasons" series of jams for her. She went all over town to shop around and found the carpenter with the best skills except her father.
If a craftsman has good skills, the asking price will usually be higher than those with poor skills - not to mention that in this era of horizontal comparison, although a drop of money is a bit expensive, it is not "a lion's mouth".
After paying the money happily, Su Qingluan turned back to the stall to help her parents prepare the soup.
Since Su Qingluan often ran around and suddenly disappeared for a while while setting up the stall, neither Su Guangfu nor Yang noticed when Su Qingluan went to get pencils this time.
After returning home, Su Qingluan took the two books she had just finished and greeted Yang: "Mom, I'm going to find Mr. Mu to return the books!"
Yang smiled and said: "You go to borrow books every two days, and Mr. Mu didn't say anything. We can't have nothing to express our gratitude. Why don't you bring two pieces of bacon?"
Su Qingluan shook her head: "Mr. Mu has limited mobility and is prone to swollen legs. It is better not to let him eat such salty food." What's more, she will naturally bring him a portion today. "Gift" is not an expression of gratitude, but a condition of exchange.
Thinking like this, Su Qingluan collected the two pencils hidden in her arms.
Yang understood that if Su Qingluan decided something, even if she was her mother, it would be difficult to change it, so she smiled and nodded.
Su Qingluan took the book and rushed to the door of Mu Xingzhi's house and knocked on the door.
The door opened quickly, but Songbo still said, "My boss is unwell and is resting, so it is not convenient to see guests."
Normally when Song Bo said this, Su Qingluan knew that she should turn around and leave.
But today she is here for a "showdown" in a sense. Although she does not want to reveal all her cards, at least she needs to attract enough attention from the other party.
So Su Qingluan handed the book to the other party and asked without hesitation in the face of Song Bo's sharp eyes: "Is Mu Xingzhi 'sick', or is he not in this yard at all?"
Song Bo took the book from Su Qingluan and said, "I don't know what you are talking about, Mrs. Su."
Su Qingluan lowered his eyes and glanced at Song Bo: "If he really didn't know, Song Bo wouldn't have hesitated for such a moment, right? Are you surprised that I revealed the secret? Or do you want to kill someone and silence them - after all Song Bo was born in the military, so it is easy to deal with a weak little girl like me."
After listening to Su Qingluan's words, Song Bo didn't show a fierce look on his face, but stared at her with a strange expression, which made Su Qingluan feel full of questions.
But Songbo didn't say anything, just asked her to wait at the door, then turned and went inside.
After a while, Song Bo came out again and said calmly: "Ms. Su, my boss asked me to speak inside."
Su Qingluan heard what Song Bo said and knew that the other party really had some plans for her. Although she felt uncomfortable being used by others, she had to save her life anyway. At this time, "being able to be used" was a big deal. Delightful thing.
However, there was one more thing that concerned her——
"Songbo, can I ask you something?" Su Qingluan decided to satisfy his curiosity, "What were you staring at me just now?"
Su Qingluan actually had a few assumptions in mind. For example, the other party might think that she was a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, or that she was speaking arrogantly.
No matter which version, in Su Qingluan's mind, he is very cool.
Unexpectedly, Song Bo said something leisurely: "Mrs. Su said that she is a weak woman who has no power to tie a chicken. She is really too modest."
Su Qingluan:......
She really wanted to go back to a moment ago and take back her curious mouth!
Su Qingluan was speechless and muttered in her heart: Since she is still in the mood to joke, then her chances of surviving should be greater... right?
It had to be said that although she knew rationally that neither Mu Xingzhi nor Song Bo were irrational and cruel people. As long as you put out enough chips, not to mention saving your life, you might be able to get more benefits.
But in her previous life, she was just a chef cooking in the kitchen. After getting sick, she was forced to come into contact with various religions, but it was also to seek medical treatment or work to make money - at least she didn't have to worry about the danger to her life when dealing with these people.
But in this era where class can completely determine a person's life or death, Su Qingluan really has no idea whether the other party will suddenly stab him.
However, probably considering that if he really stepped on the opponent's minefield, he would probably have danced in the minefield a hundred and eight times. Su Qingluan simply broke the pot and said: In this case, if his chips can impress the opponent, he will be able to impress the opponent. You can't die, so just do whatever you want.
Anyway, she just wanted Mu Xingzhi to protect the safety of her family, but she didn't want to get promoted and make a fortune under him, and she didn't want his efforts to be in vain, so she didn't need to go out of her way to please him...right?
Muttering in her heart, when Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi, who was still sitting in the wheelchair, but his previous lazy and easy-going demeanor was gone, and instead he was looking at him for a moment, he still gave a blessing ceremony.
There is no shame in giving in to survive.
When Mu Xingzhi saw Su Qingluan's appearance, he half-smiled but said, "It's very rare for Qingluan to be so polite when he sees me."
"After all, I'm asking for help from others. I'm afraid you, old man, will kill me if something goes wrong." Before she finished speaking, Su Qingluan wanted to bite off her tongue: What a damn habit!
For some time, Su Qingluan had indeed treated Mu Xingzhi as a rare friend of this era.
Because of this, her attitude towards Mu Xingzhi is very different from that of a friend - although it's not to the level of playing and making fun together, but she can occasionally make compliments and exchange comments, etc., she is No less work.
As a result, this person had a habit of being talkative. Although he knew that this situation should be very serious, Su Qingluan couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when Mu Xingzhi spoke.
Then she regretted: It's over, it's over, if this thing doesn't happen today, it won't be on her own lips!
