Su Qingluan looked a little guilty, but he quickly adjusted his attitude and pointed to the spoon used to drink tofu soup: "The spoons in the kitchen are all this size. If it is used to eat crab-stuffed oranges, it will look a bit big. .”
Seeing that Song Bo glanced at the small spoon placed next to the oranges, Su Qingluan explained: "I washed it carefully several times, and it never tastes strange."
As she said that, she turned to look at Mu Xingzhi: "If you don't believe me, why don't you try it?"
Mu Xingzhi didn't say anything, he just picked up a spoonful of crab-stuffed orange and put it into his mouth. Sure enough, compared to simply tasting the freshness and sweetness of crab meat, this crab stuffed orange has the sweetness and sourness of orange pulp and the neutralization of seasonings, which makes the greasy feeling of crab roe and crab paste much lighter. On the contrary, it is so delicious The orange meat replaces the crab vinegar and neutralizes the original fishy smell of the crab meat, but it is softer and more pure than the crab vinegar.
"It is indeed Qingluan's craftsmanship. It is indeed extraordinary compared to ordinary people." Mu Xingzhi praised sincerely.
This made Su Qingluan lower his head in embarrassment: "How can it be so exaggerated?"
She really didn't dare to accept such a compliment and felt guilty. After all, although the dishes she made were innovative and unique in this era, they were actually widely circulated famous dishes in her previous life. She was also on the right side. "On the shoulders of giants", so being praised as if there is nothing in the sky or on the earth, I feel a little guilty.
Song Bo disagreed: "Ms. Su, you are too modest. To be praised by my boss shows that your craftsmanship is extraordinary!"
Su Qingluan glanced at Mu Xingzhi after hearing this: Could it be that he is a eater with particularly tricky tastes? It doesn’t look like it! In Su Qingluan's impression, Mu Xingzhi never complained about the food, whether it was made by him or Song Bo.
Half-believing and doubtful, Songbo asked curiously: "What's the biggest on this plate?" This plate was the only dish that Su Qingluan said before that Songbo couldn't prepare a separate portion for, but it happened to be on the whole table. Taking up half of the entire table, it seemed particularly "outstanding", so Songbo was particularly curious.
It happened that Su Qingluan introduced the dishes one by one before, so Songbo didn't have time to interrupt and ask. Now he could finally ask.
Su Qingluan thought that there were only three dishes left and it would be the same no matter which one he opened first, so he planned to take off the lid on the largest plate - it was said to be a lid, but in fact it was just another slightly smaller plate. Just flip it upside down.
Su Qingluan tried it, but her hands were a bit short and she couldn't hold the bottom of the plate firmly in her hands. Moreover, it was difficult to reach it with both hands because it was blocked by the plates and pots next to it.
At this time, Mu Xingzhi, who was relatively close, reached out to help.
Only then did Su Qingluan notice that Mu Xingzhi's hands were white and slender, but they had an indescribable sense of strength like bamboo joints. They felt very different from the hands of a sickly young man who was frail in her impression.
But why does she think so?
Su Qingluan was a little confused.
Before she could figure out what these little inconsistencies were, she was interrupted by Song Bo's exclamation.
"Wow! Madam Su, are all these bones disassembled from this fish head?"
Su Qingluan nodded: "I saw there was fresh silver carp in the kitchen, so I made this stewed silver carp head. It's a pity that the silver carp is still a bit small. If the portion is larger, the silver carp head will be more delicious." Delicate and plump.”
"It was really a wonderful idea to dismantle the bones in the silver carp head one by one." Mu Xingzhi sighed as he stared at the silver carp skulls neatly placed on the outermost layer of the plate by Su Qingluan.
"Actually, I didn't place this deliberately for display," Su Qingluan pointed at the ring of bones and explained, "This can also be regarded as counting the number of bones, so as not to accidentally drop one or two pieces, so that the total and The shapes all match, and it also allows me to check whether there are any bones left behind."
Mu Xingzhi picked up a piece of silver carp meat with serving chopsticks, and Su Qingluan also picked up a piece.
The silver carp head is thicker than the fish body and is delicate and tender. It is not the kind of strands of fish meat on the fish body. It melts in the mouth and has the smooth and tender texture of fat meat, but it does not have the greasy taste of fat meat. Very delicious.
The delicious flavor of the meat in her mouth also made Su Qingluan secretly relieved: It seems that although she has not cooked this dish for several years, fortunately, her skills have not been lost.
Although Su Qingluan passed the serving chopsticks to Song Bo, he refused to eat whatever he said. Instead, he suddenly remembered something and asked: "Hey, where is the silver carp body? Could it be thrown away?"
Su Qingluan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Songbo, why should I throw away the fish meat?" He pointed to the soup stock under the fish head: I used it to make soup.
The soup in which the fish meat is soaked is indeed milky and rich, and the reason why it has such a rich aroma is not that Su Qingluan used the fish heads to stew it, but first used the fish body to make the fish soup, and then added the fish heads. This prevents the fish head from aging due to excessive heat, and also makes the soup richer and more fragrant.
"Such a rich fish soup is delicious, but if you drink too much, you might get tired of it, right?"
After listening to Song Bo's words, Su Qingluan pushed the other three soup cups: "There are some for clearing the mouth."
This time the dishes were divided into three portions, so Songbo took away his own portion very rudely and opened the lid. He raised his head and asked curiously: "Just this... boiling water to boil cabbage? Even if it is to clear the mouth, is this too much?" A little more casual?"
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "Song Bo, you are really right - this dish is really called 'boiled cabbage'."
Mu Xingzhi on the other side also opened his own cup. The moment he opened the lid, a rich aroma hit his nostrils - the aroma of meat.
But when Mu Xingzhi lowered his eyes, he saw that the cabbage heart stood like a lotus in the pale golden clear soup. The "petals" slowly bloomed, and there was only a rich fragrance, but there was no trace of any meat.
"Qingluan's 'boiled water' is different from what I've seen before. It smells particularly delicious." He said with a smile.
Song Bo just had a more cheerful personality, but he was not really stupid. After hearing Mu Xingzhi's words, he thought of the scene where he saw Su Qingluan cleaning soup in the kitchen, and suddenly realized: "No wonder Madam Su wants to do this." That meat lint used to clean soup, turns out to be useful here!"
"Sweeping soup?" Mu Xingzhi had never known what cleaning soup was, so Su Qingluan explained it again.
"This soup is clear and clear to the bottom. It is indeed not as rich and turbid as the soup in the past." Mu Xingzhi said, picking up a "petal" with chopsticks and putting it into his mouth - the shape of the cabbage heart had been pre-processed by Su Qingluan. Not only can it slowly unfold like a flower when you pour soup stock on it, but to make it easier to eat, she also added a few cuts to the "base".
This is not only more beautiful, but also makes the "petals" easier to fall off and easier to eat.
