Su Qingluan's soup-filled steamed stuffed buns are filled with just the right amount of meat, not too lean and meaty, but not too fatty and too greasy.
However, with the previously grilled pork rinds and chicken pieces, as well as the wild vegetables with dipping sauce, everyone was so full that they didn’t want to move.
However, children can be lazy, but adults have to cheer up and continue working.
Yang asked the three children to rest first and called Su Guangfu to come over and help.
After all, Su Qingluan was not a real child. He could not watch Su Guangfu and Yang chatting with peace of mind. He sat and watched by himself. In addition, he was a little curious about what they were doing in such a hurry, so he followed them to the stove. He moved to his room, only to find that the big pot at home that he and Sun Guixiang had used to pickle dried radish was now filled with mustard lumps stained with soil.
Seeing Su Qingluan coming over, Yang quickly waved his hand: "You have been making dinner for a long time and you are already very tired. Your father and I ate too much and happened to have some food, so we took advantage of the fact that it was not too dark today. It’s close to the middle of the month and the moonlight is bright outside. Cut some of the mustard greens first, otherwise they will go bad if left for a long time.”
"So many?!" Su Qingluan looked into the pot. At a casual glance, there should be twenty or thirty mustard greens, right?
"It's not too much. The dried radishes we had dried before weighed less than two kilograms. These mustard greens were cut into shreds and pickled. They are perfect for cooking in winter - we can't just eat dried radishes."
With that said, Yang asked Su Guangfu to carry the pot of mustard greens with her to a position near the water tank, and scooped water into the pot. Su Guangfu began to vigorously wash away the soil on the surface of the mustard greens.
When all the mud was washed away, Yang took the clean mustard lumps and began to cut them into shreds on the chopping board.
Compared with the delicate work of shredding, washing mustard lumps is fast after all, so Su Qingluan and Yang simply started shredding in front of the chopping board.
Su Qingluan cut it in half and sighed in her heart: If it weren't for the lack of iron smelting technology in this era, she would really like to make a grater.
However, due to the limitations of the technology of the times, Su Qingluan could imagine that even if the grater was barely taken out, it would probably get rusty and dull every three days, and the maintenance cost would be very high. She would have to maintain the grater by then. The cost is enough to hire a worker to cut vegetables directly for her.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan sighed: In an era of low productivity, it is indeed inconvenient everywhere.
Yang on the side saw her daughter sighing, misunderstood the reason, and quickly took the kitchen knife in Su Qingluan's hand: "Look, you are so tired that you are sighing. Why don't you rest quickly? Your father and I can't do such a little work." Made in one night.”
"Mom, I'm not tired, I'm just..."
"Yes, yes, you are not tired, but my mother is distressed, okay?" Yang pushed Su Qingluan out of the kitchen, obviously not believing a word she said.
From Yang's point of view, although her eldest daughter is very sensible, she is sometimes too sensible. She is obviously tired and insists on being so polite and refuses to rest.
Su Qingluan knew from A Niang's expression that no matter how she explained it now, Yang wouldn't be able to explain it in detail. There is a kind of tiredness that your mother thinks you are tired of.
Although she was a little helpless, Su Qingluan still felt warm in her heart.
Since A Niang asked her to rest early, Su Qingluan stopped resisting and turned around and returned to her room.
She originally thought that she had just finished dinner and had been busy in the kitchen for a while, so there was no way she would fall asleep so quickly. But she obviously underestimated the sleep quality of teenagers in the age group of thirteen or fourteen.
But as soon as it touched the pillow, Su Qingluan fell into a dark and sweet dream without having the time to turn over.
When she woke up the next day, she went to the kitchen and found to her surprise that only about one-third of the large pot of mustard knots had been cut, and the remaining half was piled intact in the pot.
Of course, these mustard lumps are no longer the black and dusty appearance they were yesterday. They have been carefully scrubbed, revealing a green background.
On the other side, the mustard shreds that have been cut into thin strips have been sprinkled with layers of salt, and are now wilting due to the strong dehydration.
Su Qingluan took a closer look and said: Well, the mustard shreds, which were originally very crisp and could be cut easily, have been dehydrated and have become soft and tough in texture, and will not break without pinching hard.
This is the sign that the mustard shreds are done marinating. But... Su Qingluan put her nose up and smelled it: How come the salt used to pickle mustard shreds can vaguely smell like stinky radish?
Soon, Yang gave Su Qingluan the answer: "Ah, you are right, the salt used to pickle mustard shreds is the salt left over from the last time we pickled dried radish, and it was evaporated again - after the salt is evaporated, There is a lot left, what a pity it would be if we just threw it away!"
Su Qingluan was stunned for a moment, and then he figured it out: the price of "salt" was completely different between the previous life and this life.
In this era, even though the Su family is no longer bound by money and does not need to be too cautious about what to buy, for most people, "salt" is still a luxury condiment.
Although Su Guangfu and Yang no longer worry about money, they still retain the habit of saving and calculating everything and just wanting to waste less.
Su Qingqing couldn't blame his parents for this - rather, it was with the wisdom of "recycling" that the two of them raised their three children.
So she just smiled and said, "Mom and dad are really smart. This way we can save a lot of money on salt!"
Considering that there was still a pile of mustard shreds that had not been cut, Su Qingluan discussed with Yang to finish cutting the remaining mustard shreds at home today and watch her sister at the same time.
Originally, Ms. Yang was a little worried that the mustard shreds would spoil if she didn't pickle them as soon as possible, so she nodded and went to the town to set up a stall with Su Guangfu - the weather has become colder recently, and the spicy soup to warm up the body has become more and more... popular. Therefore, the two of them closed their stalls a little late these days.
Su Qingluan, on the other hand, asked her sister to play in the yard for a while. After cutting the mustard shreds, if she had time, she could dance the grid with her.
Ever since she taught the little girl how to "jump the grid", she seemed to have discovered some new world. She spent the whole day begging for others to dance the grid with her, and she never got tired of it at all. Everyone in the family, from Su Guangfu to Su Xuanhe, was forced to play with Su Xueyan.
But so far, except for Su Xuanhe, the rest of the family can no longer keep up with the little girl's nimble skills.
Originally, Su Qingluan was thinking that if she didn't play with her sister, she might be unhappy for a while, and was thinking about how to coax her.
As a result, the little girl nodded calmly: "Sister, I understand, can I find other friends to play with?"
