"Ah! Sister, you didn't pick up the meat for me!" Su Xuanhe saw that the meat slices didn't belong to him, and he immediately pouted his mouth like it could hang a bottle of oil.
Mrs. Yang angrily tapped the edge of her son's dipping plate with her chopsticks: "Your sister's arms are so long, how can she pick up meat for you across the mountains and the sea? For such a big kid, can't you do it yourself?"
Su Qingluan lowered her head and asked her sister next to her: "Is this spicy enough? Do you feel uncomfortable in your throat?" The one in the family who can't tolerate spicy food the most is Su Xueyan. As long as she's up to the spiciness level, it's fine with the whole family.
The little girl ate a piece of shabu-shabu meat and chewed it a few times: "It's a little spicy." But judging from her expression, it was not unbearable.
Su Qingluan thought for a while, then went to get the sesame oil and poured it into Su Xueyan's dipping dish: "Wrap it in a layer of sesame oil and try it?"
Su Qingluan only added a little salt to the sesame oil and did not add additional minced garlic - after all, raw minced garlic was too spicy for this little girl.
Sure enough, after being coated with another layer of fragrant oil, the spicy taste originally inspired by the dogwood became more pure and gentle, and even Su Xueyan was very happy to eat it.
Mr. Yang, on the other hand, ate the original soup and dipped it on the plate. While eating, he praised: "Oh, I can't believe that the clear oil made from green peppercorns is so fragrant! There is also this slightly numb feeling - is it the addition of peppercorns?" "
Su Qingluan nodded: "Put some, not too much, otherwise your tongue will be too numb and you won't be able to taste the original taste of the food."
The milky white, salty and umami-flavored stock makes the original slightly fragrant vine pepper pot base more mellow and delicious, and also makes the hot-boiled vegetables inside more flavorful, infused with the aroma of chicken and pork. Even if it is a vegetarian dish, you can still taste the faint aroma of meat.
"This soup is quite rich." Su Guangfu sighed, "Is there a lot of oil in it?"
Su Qingluan smiled and shook his head: "I only added the drumstick and chicken fat with the skin. But there is bone marrow in the tubebone, and there is fat in the chicken skin - not to mention there is chicken fat and the marinated bacon that was cut before. "The marinated bacon Su Qingluan also chose fat and lean pork belly, so the fat content is also considerable.
After hearing this, Yang sighed and said, "No wonder this soup smells so good!" As he said this, he took out a bowl of the soup in a small bowl and drank it.
The people in the test area didn't dare to look at it, and their hearts pounded: so much fat has been stewed for almost two hours. If this pot of broth is just for rinsing vegetables, it would be fine. If you drink it directly, it will be a perfect gout meal! Although Yang is only in his thirties, who can blame anyone for gout?
But then she thought about it - gout and high blood pressure are both "diseases of wealth", but looking at Yang's lean figure and the standard of food that everyone used to eat bran pharyngeal vegetables, they cannot be considered "rich". To what extent?
After weighing the two, Su Qingluan advised: "Mom, I made this soup base a little salty to make the hot-boiled vegetables taste better. Hasn't my throat been feeling uncomfortable these days? It's better not to drink such a salty soup. , if grandma wants to drink it, I will cook a pot of something lighter another day."
Although Su Qingluan was trying to prevent Mr. Yang from drinking this "gout acceleration soup", what he said was indeed true. In autumn, the weather is dry and it is easy to get angry. If eating too much salt at this time makes your throat inflamed, there are no anti-inflammatory drugs available at this time.
What's more, throat inflammation not only hinders speech, but even affects eating. So as soon as Yang heard her daughter's advice, she immediately gave up the idea of drinking soup stock: "It's true. If you drink such a fresh soup base, you will drink it later." The hot-boiled vegetables will have no flavor."
Su Qingluan secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her mother had given up the idea of drinking soup.
At this time, Su Xuanhe was curious about how the garlic and sesame oil dish tasted, so he made his own dish.
Although the bottom of Su Qingluan's rattan pepper pot was fragrant enough, Su Xuanhe didn't like the numbing texture of peppercorns. But when the hot-boiled vegetables in the rattan pepper pot were dipped in the garlic sesame oil dish, the entire rattan pepper pot was covered with a gentle and delicate fragrance of sesame oil. The garlic flavor can bring out the flavor of sesame oil even more.
Since Su Qingluan's mutton was cut as thin as paper, not to mention that the lamb he bought this time was relatively fresh and tender, the compound spices fully covered up the mutton smell. And because the meat slices are very thin, there is almost no need to refuse. With a slight sip, the fat and thin tall mutton slices are drawn between the lips and teeth.
For a moment, everyone's taste buds were captured by the mellow taste, and they were intoxicated by the feast on their lips and tongues - the evidence is that even the youngest Su Xueyan waved a pair of chopsticks and picked the mutton into the shabu-shabu bit by bit.
Of course, her movements were not very skilled yet. In order to prevent her from getting burned, Su Qingluan or Su Guangfu helped her place the dishes most of the time.
After eating the mutton and green leafy vegetables for a while, the carrots, yams and other ingredients that were put into the pot at the beginning were also cooked until they were soft and tasty, and they were ready to eat.
Su Qingluan took the lead in adding a piece of yam. At this time, the yam no longer had the crunchy texture, but was soft and glutinous in the mouth. The fragrant and slightly numbing scent of the cane pepper oil and the saltiness of the stock made the yam very delicious. Coated with a layer of sesame oil and garlic paste, Su Qingluan felt that the yam was so soft and glutinous that she could not even open her mouth.
"Well, it's time for this yam." Su Guangfu also tasted a piece of yam and greeted everyone, "Yam is easy to slide down. Erzhuang, you can use a colander to scoop it out."
Su Xuanhe was enjoying his meal and didn't really want to move. But I heard Su Qingluan say: "Auntie, did you forget to serve the fried chicken?"
Su Xuanhe's eyes lit up and he immediately stood up: "I'm going to get it now!"
Seeing his brother like this, Su Qingluan sneered: "Are you a weasel? Your eyes lit up when you mentioned chicken. Are you going to steal a few pieces? I just counted them, there are twenty-three in total. There are pieces, don’t miss one piece.”
Su Xuanhe was told his thoughts by his sister. He scratched the back of his head and giggled, then trotted to the kitchen.
Su Qingluan curled her lips and shook her head: "This brat has a lot of tricks up his sleeve."
Unlike Su Xuanhe who is willing to eat fried chicken, for Su Xueyan, the crispy fried chicken nuggets are still too "difficult" for her millet teeth, and the three-year-old child's gums are very delicate. This little girl ate some fried chicken, and her gums were worn to the skin. She moaned and groaned for three or four days before she recovered.
Because of this, this little girl still has a bit of a grudge against fried chicken, so even though the fried chicken nuggets served were so crispy, delicious and fragrant, she just glanced at them coldly and was not enthusiastic.
Su Qingluan was amused by her little sister's playful manner.
But Su Xuanhe, who came out with fried chicken nuggets over there, looked hurt: "Sister, I counted, there are only nineteen pieces of chicken nuggets! Which of you ate it secretly?!"
Seeing the indignant expression on his brother's face, Su Qingluan and Yang looked at each other and laughed.
Although Su Xueyan didn't know why A Niang and A Jie were laughing, she was infected by the laughter and started laughing.
When Su Xuanhe found out that his sister just mentioned the number casually, he expressed that he was very hurt and looked like he was "about to shut down". But when Su Qingluan gave him two pieces of chicken in a row, the boy immediately changed his expression and said, "The world is big and fried chicken is the biggest." His mouth was full of oil.
The sun is setting more and more, and the sky has slowly turned from orange-red to dark blue. Now, in the yard, only the figures in the distance can barely be seen clearly.
Although the night wind was cold, no one in the small farmhouse felt the cold, and everyone ate warm.
Because everyone has plenty of food in front of them, hot broth, and a shelter behind them.
It was two days later when Su Qingluan sat across from Zhang Ma again.
This time, Zhang Ma’s attitude towards Su Qingluan was more kind than last time: even from the dispatch of the carriage, the laying of cushions in the carriage, the preparation of refreshments, etc., you can feel the other party’s intentions. .
Su Qingluan really felt this time that Zhang Ma really had the ability to be used seriously by a wealthy lady in the house - she was careful and considerate, but just right and did not exceed the rules at all.
As long as Zhang Ma really sees the other person in her eyes, she will never let the other person see anything wrong.
Su Qingluan thought, maybe the jam with ginger juice was the most important.
"Mrs. Su, please have some tea," Zhang Ma smiled slightly, which actually made Su Qingluan feel kind and peaceful. The original serious and rigid middle-aged woman seemed to be just a twin sister who looked very similar to the current person.
Su Qingluan has the personality of "if you respect me a foot, I will return a foot to you". If the other person is angry with her, she can choke them to death with just one sentence.
But Zhang's mother became polite, so she began to smile and nod to express her gratitude.
The two of them exchanged a few words of social rhetoric and got down to business.
"The jam that Mrs. Su gave to the old lady last time... is indeed unique. But how could Mrs. Su think of adding ginger to the jam?" Zhang Ma's eyes were full of inquiry.
Su Qingluan didn't hide it - she couldn't hide it anyway - Luoluo generously told the story of that day when she and Liu Yue were inspecting wild fruit trees in the mountains and talked about Zhang Ma's liking for ginger candies. .
"What's more, ginger is mild in nature, warms the body, and has a special spicy smell. It is often used when cooking. It can not only remove the fishy smell, but also resolve the greasy feeling in the mouth, and has anti-vomiting effect. ." Su Qingluan smiled, "What's more, my jam also contains a few spices and medicinal materials that can also warm the body. Add warm purified water and drink it. Long-term drinking can relieve cold hands and feet."
Zhang's mother nodded: "That's right. Every time I eat that jam these past two days, I feel that the symptoms of panic and dizziness caused by standing and sitting for long periods of time have been alleviated a lot."
Su Qingluan heard this and said in her heart: I guess it's because of low blood sugar due to fasting for a long time, right? In addition to the fructose in the pulp, jam also contains a large amount of granulated sugar, which can alleviate hypoglycemia to a great extent.
