In fact, in her previous life, Su Qingluan also loved eating crabs, and she ate them in various ways.
Steamed crab, spicy crab or raw drunken crab are relatively simple, crude and practical methods of eating crabs, which are naturally the most common. However, as a cook, if there are many such ways to eat crab, you will want to come up with some other tricks.
But this time, Su Qingluan was just a little itchy, so it was not as simple and rough as making crab roe - not to mention, raw pickling would not eliminate parasitic infection; spicy crabs would not be satisfying without chili peppers; the rest was only Steamed one.
Naturally, this cooking method can retain the original taste of crabs to the greatest extent, but it also loses the fun of changing one ingredient.
Today, Su Qingluan was "having fun" with ingredients, so naturally it couldn't be as simple as steaming crab roe.
Peeling crab meat is the first step.
In her previous life, Su Qingluan's skill in peeling crab meat was comparable to those of workers who specialized in peeling crab meat. But since she became ill, she rarely eats crabs.
But at the end of the day, the basic skills haven’t been forgotten. When Su Ri'an peeled off the first crab, his movements were still a little unfamiliar, but he gradually became proficient in it.
By the time Su Qingluan started to peel the third crab, she had already found the smooth movement feeling in her previous life. She couldn't help but shake her head - after all, eating is the primary productive force!
Su Qingluan was thinking about herself casually, but the movements of Su Qingluan's hands did not slow down at all. Of course, the job of peeling crab meat alone was a bit boring, so she started humming some songs to relieve her boredom.
At first, she just sang casually in a wild tune, but she thought that no one would come to the kitchen for a while anyway, so she started singing popular songs from her previous life.
There are songs from all eras, from Teresa Teng who was her parents' generation, to Jay Chou who she listens to herself.
At this moment, Teresa Teng's "When Will There Be a Bright Moon" was being sung. Su Qingluan moved her hands quickly and shook her head, immersing herself in it. She didn't notice someone coming in from behind, until she was interrupted by a voice behind her, and she was startled -
"This word means sadness and has a broad-minded meaning. It is really superb. I wonder who wrote it?"
Su Qingluan was so frightened by the sudden words that she almost lost her tongue. She turned around suddenly and saw Mu Xingzhi, who was wearing a green bamboo-colored cross-collar gown and hair tied with a hosta, sitting next to him with a smile. He was sitting on the wooden wheelchair and had been looking at her for who knows how long.
"When... did you come? Why is there no sound?" Su Qingluan asked dryly.
In fact, what she wanted to ask more was: How long had this person been listening behind her? There must be a lot of content in her lyrics just now that is difficult for Mu Xingzhi to understand - especially those non-archaic songs - but how much has he heard? What are your thoughts on this?
Don't dare to ask, don't dare to ask a word. Su Qingluan felt a little timid at this time.
Mu Xingzhi didn't seem to notice the stiff expression on Su Qingluan's face, and said very naturally: "I just saw you so happy that you were almost singing and dancing, so I couldn't bear to disturb you."
...You old man is very polite when you speak...Su Qingluan swore expressionlessly: Doesn't this mean that while he was dancing and dancing just now, he was also mumbling words? I guess that tone sounded to an ancient like Mu Xingzhi. Very eccentric and outspoken.
...After all, many of the songs she listens to in this era are weird and eccentric. It's normal to buy them for aesthetics.
Su Qingluan turned to look at Mu Xingzhi and smiled: "The smell here is very strong. Your clothes look very expensive. It's better not to get infected by this stove smell..."
Of course, the above are all polite words. In fact, Su Qingluan wants to say: For a person who is addicted to cooking, the sudden interruption of outsiders is really annoying!
So hurry up and stay somewhere cool!
Mu Xingzhi probably understood that Su Qingluan didn't really want to chat, so he turned around and rocked the wheelchair to leave. But before leaving, he said meaningfully: "The music Qingluan sang just now has a bright rhythm but has a unique style of its own. I don't know what kind of music it is?"
...Modern pop music, can you say this?
However, Mu Xingzhi didn't seem to want to pursue the answer to this question. After all, he knew Su Qingluan somewhat. Looking at her expression, he knew that she would not answer this question.
Just like he had discovered something "unusual" about her countless times before, but she knew that Mu Xingzhi had already noticed it, yet she insisted on interrupting it, as if she was certain that he had no conclusive evidence.
However, Mu Xingzhi also discovered this - even though he secretly sent people to investigate, there really was no clue.
The life experience of the "eldest lady of the Su family" is clear. Thirteen years after she was mistakenly admitted to the Anning Marquis Mansion, she returned to a rural farm.
However, the person in front of him neither has the elegance and elegance of a wealthy family nor the vulgarity and embarrassment of a country woman. It is like a third person suddenly popping out of the gap between the two identities, which is really puzzling.
After Mu Xingzhi left, Su Qingluan was finally able to immerse himself in the joy of making delicious food again.
When the pot of crabmeal was almost dismantled, Su Qingluan turned around to look at the dough - the originally hard dough had become very soft due to the long period of proofing. When Su Qingluan kneaded the dough this time, he took much less effort than before.
After the dough was kneaded and smooth, Su Qingluan divided the dough into three equal parts and pressed it with a rolling pin into a slightly rectangular pancake. This time, the dough was fully relaxed and did not spring back again.
Su Qingluan made three small pieces of dough into "dough sheets" about the thickness of her little finger, and then brushed soybean oil on each side to prevent the two pieces from sticking. Then she stacked the three pieces of dough together, with another layer on top. Cover with a layer of parchment paper to prevent the dough from cracking.
This noodle needs to be cooked for at least half an hour, so that it can stretch better and even make thin dragon whisker noodles without any effort.
After doing all this, Su Qingluan began to peel crab meat again.
During this period, Songbo once came in and asked her if she wanted to help.
Regardless of the amount of food, twenty crab roes would be very difficult to eat, let alone peeling the crab meat. Although Su Qingluan can handle it alone, it will be much easier with helpers. Su Qingluan thought for a while and handed over the most tedious task of peeling crab meat to Song Bo.
Of course, he couldn't be very skilled in his movements at first, but this is a job where practice makes perfect. But after two or three crabs, although his speed was still not comparable to Su Qingluan's, Songbo was still able to peel them well. .
Perhaps because he was warned by Mu Xingzhi, Song Bo was obviously very curious about where Su Qingluan learned the skill of peeling crab meat - after all, although Huaxi Village is close to the river, crab roe is not easy to come by. Crab meal is naturally common - but he didn't ask anything and just worked silently, which made Su Qingluan very satisfied.
At this time, Songbo finally saw what the so-called "sweeping the soup" meant.
