It was too late to come back today. Su Qingluan could only eat ready-made food, and he couldn't choose. It's not that Yang's craftsmanship is unappreciable, but the whole family and even Yang herself believe that even if the same ingredients and seasonings are used, Su Qingluan's craftsmanship is better for some reason.
Of course, it wouldn't be a surprise if Su Qingluan knew what her family members were thinking - even with the same ingredients and seasonings, there would still be many differences between a professionally trained chef like her and ordinary people cooking. .
Even if the objective inconsistent fire conditions are removed, the knife skills, heat and even the fine ratio of seasonings will affect the final taste of the ingredients.
However, Su Qingluan believes that there is no need to compare the two. After all, as a chef, carefully honing one's cooking skills is like a soldier taking good care of his gun before going to the battlefield. It is completely different from the cooking skills learned in daily life to fill the stomach. Different, insisting on comparison is equivalent to equating "can comb hair" with "hair combing woman", and "can do needlework" with "embroidery house girl".
Comparing amateurs with professionals, isn't that bullying?
Su Qingluan looked at the fried small fish in front of her, and thought of the three "hanging" fish outside, and looked at Yang: "Mom, there are obviously three bigger fish, why did you make these small ones first?" It is a small miscellaneous fish, and it is a freshwater fish. It is very small, and the largest one is only as long as a finger. It is fried crispy and very fragrant. Even if it is not very hungry, it can be used as a snack between the teeth.
Yang shook her head with a smile: "Da Ya, you don't know that before you came back, our family never ate fish unless they were too hungry to bear it. Even in other families, few people went to get those fish to eat. "
Su Qingluan was stunned: She had heard people in the village say before that the fish meat was not popular. Not even as good as those shrimps stuffed between teeth.
Originally, she thought it was because the water quality in Huaxi Village was average, which caused the fish inside to have a strong earthy smell, and the seasonings were generally expensive, so people naturally didn't like to eat it.
But now, the Su family doesn't lack the money to buy spices for seasoning, and to be honest, the water quality of the river in Huaxi Village is clear, and it is winter when the fish meat is firm, so it really won't be "unpalatable", right?
"We didn't mean not to eat it!" Su Xuanhe complained, "The fish will have a strange smell that can't be removed if you are not careful, and you can't help but let it go, and it will be spoiled if you are not careful! What's more..."
Su Xuanhe glanced at Mr. Yang who was looking at him with a half-smile, and pursed his lips. After all, he did not dare to say the most basic sentence - Mr. Yang's level of fish making was indeed very limited.
But it's no wonder, after all, the skill of cooking is based on proficiency to a certain extent. Huaxi Village does not mainly eat aquatic products, so everyone basically treats fish and shrimp as "really uneaten food reserves".
When it’s time to eat fish and shrimp, it’s basically when there’s famine.
At that point, basically as long as there is something to eat, I wish I could even get the bark Guanyin soil into my stomach. Who cares whether it tastes good or not, and whether it has thorns or something?
Therefore, no one has much experience in cooking and preserving fish. For example, now, Su Qingluan feels it is a pity - those three fish have been "naturally air-dried and frozen" for a whole afternoon, and the fish meat is once again When it melts, because freezing and thawing at the microscopic level will destroy the taste of the fish, the fish is often no longer in strands, but in powder form.
Not only will the taste no longer be fresh, but the earthy smell of frozen fish will become more obvious. The only thing that comforted Su Qingluan was that the three fish had their internal organs removed, washed clean, and then hung out. Otherwise, if the gall is broken by freezing, the whole fish will have a bitter taste, which will make it more difficult to eat.
It was impossible to throw away the three fish. Eating the warm shredded radish meatball soup, Su Qingluan thought about it. It seemed that the three fish would probably have to be covered up with some strong spices to cover up the earthy smell tomorrow.
But before that – what’s for dinner tomorrow morning?
Grilled fish is absolutely not allowed to be grilled. Who eats spicy and delicious grilled fish early in the morning? It is estimated that after the meal, the younger brothers and sisters will have stomachaches again, and no one has the energy to spend half an hour grilling fish in the morning!
Is there anything you can cook and eat tomorrow morning?
Su Qingluan looked at the thin layer of snowflakes falling on the terrace outside, and suddenly had an idea: "Mom, how about we cook wontons tomorrow morning?"
"Tomorrow morning?" Yang looked at Su Qingluan.
"Yes," Su Qingluan nodded, "Didn't you just say that there is still some meat filling left for making meatballs today?"
Yang nodded: "It's okay. I can eat some light wontons in the morning to warm up my body and stomach." Then he looked at the sky outside, "But it's already very late."
Su Qingluan looked at his younger brother and sister who were immersed in eating, and said with a sly smile: "Aren't there two little helpers? We rest like this after eating, and there is always some food accumulation. Now the light is so dark, and we can't let them go. My brother is Wen Shu, and my sister is not allowed to go out to play in this weather. What if she falls?"
Su Xuanhe hummed: "I think sister, you want to be lazy... eh!"
Su Qingluan pulled her brother's soft face and gritted her teeth angrily: "What do you mean I'm 'lazy'? Did I eat the wontons by myself, why don't you take a bite?"
"I was wrong, I was wrong! Sister, let go, let go, it hurts!" Su Xuanhe cried like a ghost.
"Brother, you always make sister angry!" Su Xueyan shook her head like a little adult, and then looked at Su Qingluan, "Sister, don't worry, Sanya will do more work later, so Sister can rest early!"
In fact, Su Qingluan was very tired today, but today's meatballs were very solid, and she also ate a lot of fried fish. After such a meal, and pancakes as the staple food, if she just lay on the bed and sleep, it would probably be the next day. Your stomach will definitely feel uncomfortable during the day, and you may even regurgitation of food and vomiting in the middle of the night.
Su Qingluan was already a little afraid of getting sick in her previous life, and she would never do anything that she knew was harmful to her body - not to mention it was not unavoidable.
It is really not worth the gain to harm the body just for the sake of being lazy.
Since we decided to make wontons the next day, everyone got busy as soon as they finished eating.
Originally, Su Qingluan wanted to make noodles, but Yang saw that she was really tired, so she asked her to chop cabbage. One of Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan went to clean up the dishes, and the other helped Su Qingluan. As for Su Guangfu, he went to the back to bring over a piece of cold water placed on the fire bed - the whole family kept the cold water warm in this way, so as not to let their hands get wet all year round. Soaking in freezing cold water kills the root of the disease.
Su Guangfu washed the dishes and when he came back, he saw two little ones lying in front of the chopping board, saying that they wanted to learn how to make wontons from their mother-in-law and sister.
Yang smiled and said: "This Yuanbao Wonton is a bit difficult for you to learn."
Su Qingluan looked at his younger siblings: "If you really want to learn, there is a less 'troublesome' way."
