Su Qingluan couldn't help but laugh when she heard the adjectives used by her little sister: Although children are sometimes prone to childish talk, they can also sometimes say such amazing sentences that make adults feel incredible.
Yang also smiled and said, "Oh, our third girl is quite good at talking."
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "Maybe Xue Yan can become a female poet in the future?"
Yang quickly laughed and said: "Hey, you're a poetess, you're so flattering when you praise her so much!" She turned around and raised her little face again, the proud Su Xueyan smiled and said, "You! I say something about you being partial to me, but don’t take it seriously! There are so many talented men in the world, why is it your little girl’s turn? I’d better hurry up and eat yours!”
The little girl pouted her lips, stopped talking, and just kept her head down while eating. Su Qingluan sighed secretly in her heart, but she also understood that some things cannot be blamed on A Niang - her living environment and her life "experience" all told Yang that women can You can be hardworking and strong, but your dream of being a "female poet" is far-fetched.
Poets can only be done by those who study, but women cannot go to school. Even if they go to a women's school, they can only read a few words, read account books, manage accounts, and supervise their children in the future to do their homework.
To put it bluntly, we still have to go back to "husband and raise children".
Therefore, Yang thinks that "female poet" is nonsense.
Su Qingluan didn't necessarily want her sister to be a poetess, she just said it casually. However, she still felt that Yang's attitude made her feel a little sad - not for Yang or Su Xueyan, but for the entire era.
Sighing, Su Qingluan didn't say anything more, picked up a piece of fish: It's good food that soothes people's hearts!
Su Qingluan placed the piece of black fish meat that was as white as snow and gently rolled it over in the soy sauce dipping dish, evenly spread the soy sauce dipping sauce on both sides of the fish meat, and put it in his mouth.
Immediately, she couldn't help but slightly squinted her eyes with great enjoyment: Sure enough, the hot pot cooked after boiling the rice soup was less spicy and spicy than the ordinary spicy or rattan pepper pot, but it was more tender. Smooth and fragrant!
The rich rice aroma completely wraps up the sweetness of the fish, and it slides into the throat at once - just like what my sister just said, the ingredients seem to melt!
Soon, everyone discovered the beauty of this rice soup hot pot, and they started to use chopsticks faster.
In order to ensure that the meat is smooth and fragrant enough, and that it is enjoyable to eat, Su Qingluan asked Yang to make the ingredients into larger pieces this time, so that the spices can be used to marinate the meat to ensure that the overly heavy seasoning flavor is not masked. Live the taste of the ingredients themselves.
What's more, if ingredients like fish are cut too thinly, they will easily fall apart and become inedible.
What's more, there are river fresh meats and other raw meats. Su Qingluan didn't dare to pick up the ingredients without leaving the pot open, otherwise would he be waiting for parasitic disease?
There is obviously delicious food in front of you, but you still have to wait. Because of this, the period before the pot boils again is particularly difficult.
But it's not like being blown away by the cold wind with such big eyes. The roars in the stomachs of several people made people feel a little embarrassed, so they could only start chatting - otherwise, one or two, The whole family was as if a hungry wolf had been reincarnated, their green eyes shining brightly as they stared at the white water inside to see when joyful bubbles would begin to form.
Yang sighed: "Three girls have so many ideas. Why didn't I notice before that the meat cooked in the bottom of the rice soup pot is so tender and soft?"
When Su Guangfu heard this, he retorted: "In the past, it was impossible for our family to grind good rice into rice paste just to make the base of this shabu-shabu."
Yang couldn't help but nodded: That's exactly what happened. In the past, let alone rice, the Su family could cook and eat even unhulled rice with the skin and meat - the reason is simple. Although the outer husk is difficult to chew, it is not poisonous in the end and can satisfy hunger.
When you have nothing in your stomach, "eating" is everything. You don't even have any spare money to buy refined salt and other seasonings. You just want to exchange everything for food. How can you have leisure time to study anything? Shabu-shabu?
"But why?" Su Xueyan tilted her little head, "We cook food to eat, but rice soup is especially delicious!"
Su Qingluan touched her sister's furry little head: "Because the rice soup is thick, if we say it is cooked food, I am afraid it would be more accurate to say it is 'stuffed' cooked food. This way, those pieces of meat will not be cooked." If it’s too much, it’ll naturally taste better.”
What's more, the thickness of the rice soup also allows the meat slices to lock in the moisture and flavor inside, making it naturally more delicious.
As they spoke a few words, the pot was already slightly boiling. Su Xuanhe was impatient and hurriedly picked up half of the new plate of river shrimps. Su Qingluan hit his arm with a chopstick: "You have to boil the pot before you can eat it! Otherwise, you will have a stomachache again!" "
"Isn't the pot already boiling?" Su Xuanhe pointed to the two bubbles that just floated up, "Here, the bubbles have all floated up, here, the third one!"
"Then you are counting very carefully." Su Qingluan glared at his brother with a smile, "Count another hundred!"
According to Su Xuanhe's counting speed, which is as fast as a mouthful, it is estimated that after a hundred counts, he can continue to eat.
However, she forgot that Su Xuanhe was just a seven-year-old child, and a seven-year-old child in an ancient rural area who had not been baptized by cruel involution.
It's okay to ask him to count within twenty or thirty, but it will be more difficult after that. After counting forty or fifty, he starts to stumble a little.
So when Su Xuanhe counted to fifty-nine, the pot was boiling. He hadn't finished counting one hundred yet, so he just looked at Su Qingluan aggrievedly.
Su Qingluan was amused by the abandoned puppy's eyes. She put a chopstick of shrimp into Su Xuanhe's dipping dish and said with a smile: "What are you looking at me for? What are you thinking about now?" The shrimps are finally ready, why are you eating them? Why are you so stupid?"
Only then did Su Xuanhe realize that he had been bypassed by his sister - Su Qingluan had never said that he could only eat after saying a hundred!
But Su Xueyan was still sticking her tongue out at him: "Brother is an idiot!"
"Huh, am I stupid? Can you count a hundred without stopping?" As he spoke, Su Xuanhe hurriedly put the river shrimps in the plate into his mouth.
However, he forgot that the shell of this larger river shrimp is much harder than that of millet shrimp, and it even has two thin shrimp claws. If the shrimp head is pointed towards the mouth, the upper teeth will still be The mucosa in the mouth will be pricked and bleed!
The next moment, Su Xuanhe yelled "Oh!", covered his mouth pitifully and looked over with tears in his eyes.
Everyone was frightened by the sudden sound. They all looked towards him and saw him covering his mouth. Su Guangfu, who was sitting next to him, pulled Su Xuanhe's arm but didn't see anything, so he asked, "Have a good meal?" What are you calling?"
When Su Xuanhe heard this, he turned his lower lip outwards. This didn't matter, everyone was shocked.
"Brother!" Su Xueyan jumped up, "You lost a lot of blood!"
