Seeing Su Xueyan's trembling look, Su Xuanhe rolled his eyes: "What are you doing here? If you don't know, you would think there is poison in this dish. You are testing the poison here."
"Haha, you kid still knows about 'testing poison'?" Su Qingluan snorted.
Su Xueyan turned around and glared at Su Xuanhe: "If it wasn't because you lied to me, I would cry, you stinky brother!"
Yang also glared at Su Xuanhe: "You too, how can you trick your sister into eating onions like this? Fortunately, the third girl didn't eat much that time, otherwise, if something goes wrong with your stomach, I won't take care of you!"
"...but it's been taken care of already..." Su Xuanhe muttered guiltily.
"It's better to take it easy!" Su Guangfu said expressionlessly next to him, which made Su Xuanhe shrink back in fear.
Seeing that her sister was still hesitant, Su Qingluan touched her hair and laughed softly: "Just eat a little bit and see. It's really not spicy, and it's a little sweet. When did I ever lie to you?"
Su Xueyan nodded, picked up shredded onions, and then picked up some shredded cucumbers and put them into her mouth.
The sesame sauce mixed with various seasonings is wrapped in shredded cucumbers and onions, forming a fragrant and slightly salty coating, which makes the originally crisp and tender cucumbers and onions a little soft.
The originally pungent taste of onions is completely wrapped up in this fragrant sauce, and the fragrance of cucumbers not only neutralizes the spiciness, but also makes the original richness of the sauce even more delicious.
Su Qingluan looked at her sister's little face, which was originally wrinkled and now slowly relaxed: "How is it?"
"It's so delicious!" Su Xueyan's watery eyes shone with surprise, "Sister, eating onions like this is neither spicy nor choking!"
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "Eat it in small bites, it won't be too spicy."
Su Xuanhe took a piece of sesame water, came closer to smell it and frowned: "Sister, your sesame water is burnt! Look, it smells like paste!"
"That's not the smell of paste, it's smoked." Su Qingluan explained, "The smoked sesame made from fruit wood will have some special fragrance."
In fact, different woods have slightly different flavors when smoked. You can even use leaves from wormwood, tea and other plants. However, Su Qingluan had used tea before, and now it is not the season for wormwood to mature, so he switched to fruit wood. .
Facts have proved that this effect is also good.
"This dish is suitable for drinking, it's a pity." Yang looked at Su Guangfu, who was silently eating noodles and smoked sauce next to him, and joked.
Su Qingluan burst into laughter, but she knew why.
In fact, Su Guangfu was willing to drink a little wine, but he only did so during slack times in the past. Recently, he has been busy repairing houses in the village and has to go out very early every day. It has been a long time since he had a drink.
It's not that he doesn't want to, but in fact, Su Guangfu is "addicted to food" in a sense.
He didn't go crazy after drinking. The wine tasted very good, but he had to sleep until midnight the next day before he could sober up.
So if you are busy with farming or have to go to work the next day, you need to get up early, so you don’t dare to drink too much that night.
Precisely because the work of repairing the house has not been completely completed, I naturally have to get up early the next day. The rare food to go with the wine today is delicious, but there is no wine. Isn't that a pity?
Su Guangfu was ridiculed by his wife, so of course he didn't say anything and just glanced at Yang. She didn't know if it was Su Qingluan's misunderstanding, but she always felt that her father's eyes were a little sad.
After eating and drinking, let's all close the door outside and let the fire burn brightly.
Moreover, Su Guangfu had taken away the middle partition leading to the inner room, so that the hot air in the furnace could enter the inside of the fire pit in the house through the flue below.
In summer, naturally you only need to light the stove when cooking, and there is a partition so that the kang will not be too hot. But in winter, the stove outside has to be lit most of the night, so even if there is only residual heat left, it can ensure that the kang will not get cold in the second half of the night.
What's more, the outer room and the inner room of the Su family are connected, and the three fire pits are also connected to each other. In this way, especially the fire pit in the main house with the strongest firepower, next to the stove, is like a super large fireplace. With the circulation of air, the hot air in the room will flow outward in waves, and even in the front hall outside, it will not be too cold.
Of course, the most fundamental reason is that this year, the Su family is no longer in a tight situation and can buy more firewood as they like, which will naturally make the furnace burn more vigorously.
If it were in previous years, we would have to be careful if we were to keep it burning for an extra hour, and the room would naturally not be so warm.
Su Qingluan boiled hot water with a kettle and made barley tea for everyone - the wheat was the leftover ears of wheat that Su Qingluan picked up on the field ridge when harvesting crops, peeled out the barley and placed it on the ground outside the kitchen. On the stage, the autumn sunshine dries out in just a few days.
Su Qingluan then used the "iron pot" to roast the wheat, which was ready-made barley tea.
This barley tea has a burnt aroma and is very relieving. After a meal, a bowl of warm tea can wash away the rich and greasy taste of the previous bone soup and warm the body and stomach.
When Su Qingluan entered the room carrying a kettle, Su Xuanhe had already gone to study. And every time at this time, the youngest Su Xueyan should also be sleepy.
But today, contrary to Su Qingluan's expectations, it was not Yang who coaxed Su Xueyan to tell a bedtime story, but Su Guangfu. However, compared to Yang's gentle tone, Su Guangfu spoke dryly, which was very disgusting to his daughter.
So Su Guangfu had to take advantage of his physical strength and put the little girl on his neck, literally "acting like a cow or a horse", so that the little girl could have a good "horse riding" addiction.
Su Guangfu coaxed his daughter, but Yang was not idle. He was drawing something under the flickering light of the lamp oil.
Su Qingluan came over and took a look, and it turned out to be a drawing of cotton gloves.
"Auntie, didn't you say that these cotton gloves have been made? Why do you still need to draw drawings?" Su Qingluan looked at her sister who seemed to be falling asleep, walked over and asked in a low voice.
Yang also lowered her voice: "Originally, I asked the folks to try those gloves, but I always felt that there was room for improvement." She pointed to her wrist, "For example, here, I plan to add a retractable cuff. The straps should be used to prevent cold wind from pouring in, and something should be added between the two gloves to prevent one from always being lost..."
Su Qingluan watched Ms. Yang muttering over the drawings, and the more she looked at them, the more surprised she became: As a mother, she is really sensitive to the design of clothing!
Seeing her eldest daughter staring at her in a daze, Yang waved his palms in front of her eyes in a strange way: "Why are you so stupid? Please help me see which of these two colors is more suitable for lining!"
Su Qingluan came back to her senses after hearing this and quickly looked down.
