When Su Qingluan heard such an innocent question, she felt very dumbfounded: "Eggs! They said they were going to deliver the eggs to Dad!"
Yang covered her mouth in surprise as if she had just woken up from a dream: "Hey, I just boiled five white-water eggs and threw them into the cold water after they were boiled!"
In fact, Yang does not have the habit of boiling eggs in cold water. However, Su Qingluan told her that it would be easier to peel hard-boiled eggs after passing them through cold water. Eating eggs on birthdays is meant to bring good fortune, so if possible, it is best to peel the eggs without removing any of the egg white.
After all, smooth eggs represent “good eggs” that can be transported smoothly.
But after all, Yang hadn't made it a habit to go through the cold water, so he forgot about it after going through the cold water, which led to the current mistake.
Mrs. Yang hurriedly went to the kitchen to get the eggs, and after a moment she said: "Come, come, one for each person, everyone is lucky!" As he said, he put the eggs on the table and rolled them back and forth with a little force.
With slight exertion, fine cracks gradually appeared on the thin and fragile eggshell. Yang opened a small opening along the crack, and then lifted up a piece of eggshell. The white film inside the eggshell was pulled together and a large piece of eggshell was torn off.
After just a few strokes, a white and smooth egg lay in Yang's hand.
"Hey, this girl really said that if you run the eggshells through cold water, you can peel them off cleanly!"
The little girl Su Xueyan looked at grandma's actions and asked in a sweet voice, "Then, will daddy's good luck be taken away by us?"
Su Guangfu lovingly touched the top of his little daughter's hair: "No, everyone helped Dad take away the bad luck."
When the little girl heard what her father said, she felt relieved and let out a big sigh of relief. She also followed her mother's example and rolled the eggs around on the table.
However, she was still too young and could not control the strength of her hands well. At first, her strength was too weak and the egg could not move at all. Not to mention cracks, not even a tiny crack!
The little girl saw that everyone else in the family was getting smooth eggs, and her brother even put the eggs into his mouth with relish!
The little girl was anxious, so her hands became stronger. Children's hands don't have enough depth, so the force on this one is too much.
Even for a human child who is only over three years old, when she exerts all her strength, the strength is not something that a small egg can withstand.
As a result, this egg, which had been subjected to an undue weight due to improper force, made a "click" sound. Not only did the shell shatter, but even the egg white cracked, revealing the tender yellow yolk inside.
"Hey!" The little girl looked at the egg that was almost cracked in half, and her eyes were filled with tears. Then she raised the egg pitifully to Yang: "I smashed my father's good luck!"
Su Qingluan felt like she was so cute that her heart was trembling: What kind of angel baby is this! The first reaction was not "My eggs are broken" but "My father's good luck is gone."
She had the intention to exchange her egg for her sister, but when she lowered her head and looked, she saw that the top of the egg's head was missing a bite, and her extremely clear tooth marks remained on it - so clear that it could even be analyzed which tooth had damaged the egg. eggs.
Su Qingluan: "..." She'd better shut up.
Fortunately, the little girl is always concerned about whether her father's good luck will be ruined by herself.
After Yang and Su Guangfu coaxed her for a long time and learned that she had successfully helped her father get rid of his bad luck, the little girl burst into tears again and happily ate the two-piece egg in her hand. Go down.
Although there was a slight hiccup in the meal, overall it was still very enjoyable.
After dinner, Yang and Su Qingluan went to wash the dishes, Su Xuanhe went to endorse the book, and Su Guangfu, as the birthday boy, was forced not to do housework today, so he played with Su Xueyan in the yard.
When Su Qingluan returned to her room, although it was still early, it was already autumn, and even though it was not yet time to fall asleep, it was already so dark outside that she couldn't see her fingers.
Although Su Qingluan was very unaccustomed to light sources such as candles and oil lamps that lacked enough light and swayed from side to side, she had no choice. Now she could only bake pancakes even while lying on the bed, so she could only make do with it.
Fortunately, Su Qingluan didn't want to read or write too much under this kind of light. She was thinking about how to recruit and arrange people next - and most importantly, what exactly would the next series of jam be?
Now that the busiest period for the autumn harvest has passed, Su Qingluan is not worried about not being able to recruit workers.
But how to arrange the recruitment of these people is enough for her to have a headache.
It's not that the work content is too busy, on the contrary - if you insist on speaking, the process is actually very simple.
Pick wild fruits, mash them, cook them, add various spices or condiments to improve the flavor, stir them evenly again, seal them and store them until the various flavors are fully integrated, and everything will be fine!
In fact, if he goes all out, Su Qingluan can guarantee that according to the hands-on ability of the hard-working villagers in Huaxi Village, all the processes can be completed in less than three days - this is still without rushing, The pace is relatively leisurely.
If we want to go all out to harvest food, I'm afraid it will only take a day or two.
But sometimes, behind labels such as "handmade", "luxury goods" and "artisan spirit", what they often represent is not "efficiency" and "high productivity", but "meticulous" and "picky".
It's like "bones can jump out of eggs."
So Su Qingluan is thinking of ways to make every mediocre jam-making step appear more "elegant" to satisfy the self-esteem of those wealthy people.
Whenever she thinks of some inspiration, she simply writes a few strokes on the rice paper next to her with a charcoal pen - of course, to outsiders, this crooked font looks like ghost drawings, but Su Qingluan knows that this is what she has been recording class notes for many years in her previous life. Learned simplified notation.
Of course, these symbols, at least in this era, could only be understood by her.
These inspirations were very messy. Su Qingluan wrote wherever she thought. At some point, she didn't even have time to wash up, so she fell on the bed and undressed and fell asleep.
However, because you don't sleep on a pillow, there will always be problems of one kind or another. For example, Su Qingluan had a stiff neck until the next day.
After opening her eyes, her neck was as stiff as cement, and Su Qingluan didn't dare to move: ...Should she go to Xie's Mansion to apply for a work-related injury? !
