Su Qingluan looked at Song Bo: "It is said that you prepare your own ingredients, so are they sufficient?"
Songbo was a little curious: "It's just for two people. Four dishes, one soup, and staple food. How many ingredients are needed?"
Su Qingluan exclaimed: "Are you too cruel? I have worked hard for a long time, but I am not even qualified to take a bite?!"
Seeing the disbelieving accusation on the face of the young lady opposite, Songbo quickly smiled and said: "Mrs. Su, I misunderstood. The 'two people' I said refer to you and the host - I usually don't sit at the same table with the host. of."
"It's just two people anyway..."
"The etiquette cannot be abolished." Songbo's attitude was very firm.
Su Qingluan was a little surprised: in her opinion, Songbo was still simple in many details of life. But thinking about it carefully, Su Qingluan did not see Song Bo sitting down to drink tea or taste any snacks while Mu Xingzhi was sitting.
Su Qingluan was too lazy to study the etiquette between the master and servant, so she simply put the matter behind her and asked Song Bo to take her to the kitchen.
The kitchen was more spacious than Su Qingluan had imagined, and it was kept very clean. It didn't look like the two old men there were sloppy with pots and pans all over the floor.
Probably seeing the surprise on Su Qingluan's expression, Song Bo smiled and said, "It's just two people. It's easy to pack up."
"But it's very hard for you to wash and rinse from morning to night..." Su Qingluan sighed: Especially in this era, there are no fully automatic washing and drying machines or sweeping robots.
Songbo's expression was a bit difficult to explain: "Actually... there are still servants who are in charge..."
Su Qingluan turned around: "But I didn't see it even once!"
"Because they often go out to visit famous doctors for Mr. Mu."
Su Qingluan suddenly realized: I understand, he is probably some kind of secret guard. Even if such a person is working, his traces will not be easily discovered, not to mention a novice like her who knows nothing about tracking. Very normal.
While talking, Su Qingluan saw chickens, ducks, chopped pork, mutton, and even crabs in bamboo cages that were spitting bubbles in cages in the corner of the kitchen!
Su Qingluan's eyes lit up: "There are so many good things!"
Songbo nodded: "My boss wants me to prepare as many ingredients as possible so that Mrs. Su can display her cooking skills."
"Those who know me are Mu Xingzhi!" Su Qingluan's eyes lit up.
To be honest, since time traveling, she has basically made food based on the existing ingredients and tools. Although she can make every meal delicious, she still lacks the same ingredients and tools as before. A rich sense of freedom.
She had even forgotten the joyful and exciting feeling of just thinking about all kinds of weird food in the kitchen.
Of course, most of the time, innovative dishes are something that happens but cannot be requested. It requires the right time, place and people.
However, Su Qingluan also likes to make some show-off dishes, and this time is a good opportunity - after all, many show-off dishes are a waste of ingredients.
And if she is discovered, she will probably be beaten by her father and mother - although she may not necessarily be beaten, but it is true that she will be missed for a while.
Every time his hands felt itchy, Su Qingluan would imagine that scene, and then the little flame that was eager to try would go out with a "poof".
When Su Qingluan said this to Songbo, Songbo still disagreed: "It's just four dishes and one soup, how can it be wasted?"
Then, he saw Su Qingluan start - killing chickens, ducks, and cutting salted bacon.
Songbo was stunned: "Ms. Su, are you going to start preparing tomorrow's dishes today? Will they spoil after one night?"
Su Qingluan shook his head: "Today it's just stew - and it's just the base soup. The fire in the furnace cannot be extinguished tonight, it can only be kept to the minimum heat. I will adjust the heat myself later, please." Songbo, help me take a look and make sure it doesn’t go out in the middle.”
Songbo nodded: It's nothing, just pay a little attention to the fire and charcoal.
Su Qingluan first put all the ingredients into a large soup pot, added onion and ginger cooking wine, and spices such as bay leaves and star anise to remove the fishy smell. While waiting for the water to boil, he took a look at the crab roes.
I counted them and found that there were quite a few, twenty.
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "With these crabs, we will have delicious food tomorrow."
Songbo sighed: "These crabs are freshly caught and covered with yellow fat. Do you want Mrs. Su to steam them? Or pickle them?"
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "It's so uncreative, so of course you have to eat crabs in different ways!"
It's not that she hasn't considered marinating drunken crabs, but it's just that there is no chili and the flavor is not enough. The alcohol content cannot be controlled to ensure sufficient killing of parasites.
After thinking about it, it was really not worth the pain to let Xiao Juhua suffer just for a meal. Su Qingluan thought about it for a while and finally gave up. At the same time, she sighed again: Ancient times without strong medical conditions really couldn't afford it. I can’t even eat it happily!
After Su Qingluan skimmed off the foam on the bottom of the soup, he looked at the soup inside - chicken, duck, pork bones and sliced salted pork were all put in, and nothing was left out, so he said to Song Bo: "I'll go back today and come back tomorrow morning."
Songbo stared at the two pieces of meat covered with wet cloth that Su Qingluan placed on the plate aside. He couldn't help but asked for a long time: "Did you forget to put the chicken breast and duck breast?"
Su Qingluan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Oh, those two pieces of meat are not used to stir up the soup. I will use them to 'sweep the soup' tomorrow."
Probably because he had never heard of this term, Songbo asked in confusion: "What is 'sweeping soup'?"
"It is to use chicken breast and duck breast to mince it into a puree, and absorb the blood foam and other impurities in the soup to make the soup base clearer and translucent."
"What about these chicken and duck meat?"
"Well...can it be used as feed?" In the previous life, there was no need to worry too much. There was a self-contained recycling system for kitchen waste.
It was very leisurely. Even though Songbo might have a high background, he was still shocked by this "extravagant and wasteful" behavior: "Throw it all away?"
"... After all, it is the material used to make the soup base..." Looking at Song Bo's disbelieving expression, Su Qingluan added in a low voice, "This is the so-called 'beating when father sees it, beating mother when seeing it'."
...Songbo took a deep breath and fully understood the meaning of "Hit me when my father saw me, and beat me when my mother saw me": If he had children who were so extravagant and wasteful, just for a pot of soup, would he also want to beat them? !
When Su Qingluan returned home, it was already very cold, and the sky was already as dark as ink - it's not that it was very late now, but as winter was getting closer, maybe Shenshi had just passed, and the tiled surface The sky is already pitch dark, so most of the time everyone has dinner with candles lit.
After looking at the stars in the sky, Su Qingluan tightened her collar to prevent the cold wind from blowing in, and muttered: "I hope the weather will be good tomorrow."
