When ordering fried chicken, Su Qingluan looked at Song Bo cautiously: "Can you eat spicy food?"
Songbo was stunned: "It should be possible, I don't eat much spicy food."
"Where's the spicy food?"
"It should be fine," Songbo scratched his head. He didn't know why Su Qingluan asked specifically, "You can eat anything in difficult times. There's no reason why you can't eat normal seasonings, right?" Songbo, who was born in the military, has always been fond of eating. He is not picky, especially when he was not so good at cooking in the beginning. He learned it through thousands of lessons of blood and tears.
But even if his cooking skills were the worst and he couldn't even ensure that the food was completely mature, neither he nor Mu Xingzhi was picky about how the hard-earned food tasted.
After all, their situation was too difficult at that time, and they had to be extremely grateful to God if they had food to eat. As for whether it was delicious or not, they couldn't be so picky.
However, Song Bo, who arrived at this moment, obviously did not understand the resentment of Su Qingluan, who loved Sichuan cuisine in his previous life, but had to stop eating it in the last few years because of illness.
It was impossible not to stop talking. In the last few years, although Su Qingluan was young, she had undergone a series of lengthy and extremely damaging treatments, which had greatly reduced her overall resistance to below the level of normal people.
Therefore, a very mild cold and fever will cause her to fall down and not be able to get up again for ten and a half months; any wound will not heal for several days; especially inside the mouth, whether it is a bump of teeth or a scratch from slightly hard food, it can cause There is a new ulcer on the oral mucosa that has not healed for a long time.
This kind of ulcers come and go, are large in area, and difficult to heal. It is very difficult for Su Qingluan to even open his mouth to drink water. What's more, if he wants to eat such irritating Sichuan-flavored food at this time, it will simply put a dent in his mouth. Torture like a soldering iron.
Su Qingluan is a normal-minded person, and he has not yet wanted to go crazy and abuse himself.
So during the last few years of his illness, Su Qingluan spent the simple and monotonous cooking method of boiling everything in light salt water. This cooking method can save energy to the greatest extent, and can avoid food that is too hard and causes damage to the oral mucosa. Despite the damage, Su Qingluan was very satisfied with being able to survive this way, even though the things he made were boring.
However, satisfaction does not mean satisfaction. Everyone is greedy sometimes, and Su Qingluan is no exception. Especially once, her oral ulcer had not recurred for a month, so she decided to happily treat herself to a slightly spicy hot pot soup base.
Then the painful throat ulcers and gastric ulcers taught her how to be a human being. She was almost dehydrated due to severe diarrhea and had to go to the hospital to maintain her electrolyte balance.
From then on, even if there was a glutton in his stomach, Su Qingluan was still trembling and did not dare to take a step beyond the limit.
And when Su Qingluan traveled to this time and space, she finally got a healthy body. However, when she knew that at least for now, many of the ingredients that she loved in her previous life, including peppers, were not found in this world, Su Qingluan The disappointment is conceivable.
However, as a foodie who refuses to admit defeat, Su Qingluan has always been willing to put in effort to satisfy her tongue.
There was nothing she could do about it due to her health limitations in her previous life, but in this time and space she was in very good health, and although there were no chili peppers available, peppercorns and the spicy Evodia can also be used as substitutes.
So Su Qingluan used Evodia as an entry point and often visited the spice shop in Fanshang. In addition to finding inspiration for the development of new flavors of jam for "Su Ji", she also wanted to find more substitutes for chili peppers, or to find other alternatives. Although the spiciness is not outstanding, the spices with unique aroma can be used for various purposes.
After two years of repeated attempts, Su Qingluan finally concocted his own special spicy powder.
It's still not comparable to the devilish chili peppers like those from Mexico, but judging from Su Qingluan's Sichuan head in her previous life, this "spicy powder" made with various spices and sesame can at least be as spicy as it was in her previous life. Sichuan friends call it "medium spicy".
Su Qingluan saw Songbo nodding with certainty, and he was convinced of this - at least when it came to food, Songbo should have no reason to be deliberately modest, not to mention when it came to taste, whether he could eat spicy food didn't mean anything.
And Mu Xingzhi... forget it, Su Qingluan knew that he wouldn't say anything about his taste preferences. Even if Su Qingluan asked casually without any probing meaning, he would only say "I'm fine, I'll eat everything."
Sure enough, when Su Qingluan turned his eyes to Mu Xingzhi, he smiled slightly: "I can do it."
Well, it was no use worrying her, Su Qingluan shrugged.
So Su Qingluan safely sprinkled only half of the spicy powder that he originally planned to sprinkle on all the chicken wings. Even because she was afraid that the powder would not fully contact each piece of fried chicken, she held up the bottom piece of oil paper and tied it tightly, letting all the chicken pieces shake fully inside, so that every piece of chicken fully contacted the spicy powder.
In this way, Su Qingluan didn't have to worry about the taste of these chicken nuggets at all, and gave half of it to Song Bo at will - after all, Song Bo had the biggest appetite and the largest amount of food among the three. Then there are yam fries and fried steamed bun slices, as well as vegetables that clear the mouth.
"Thank you, madam." Songbo was about to turn around and leave. Su Qingluan shook a small porcelain bottle next to him: "Songbo, pour you some of this salt - this is different from ordinary salt. It tastes better with steamed bun slices or yam."
"Qingluan's salt is very unique. Is it added with peel and pepper?" Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan.
Su Qingluan turned around and looked at him: "Have you smelled it? Your nose is really good. I did add a little bit of dried lemon peel and pepper to it."
In fact, this is a "lemon salt" made after imitating the Japanese grapefruit salt that I ate in my previous life, because Su Qingluan prefers lemon or orange to the aroma of grapefruit, but now she only has lemons on hand, so she used lemon rinds to make this seasoning. Salt, she had just tried it with yam in the kitchen, and it had a completely different flavor from tomato sauce, which was more refreshing and refreshing.
Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan: "Qingluan has been busy for a long time, I have some wine here to express my feelings." Then he looked at Song Bo, "Go and get the fruit wine."
When Su Qingluan heard this, she quickly shook her head: "No, I have never drank before. What if I go crazy because of drinking?" The most important thing is that this shell is only fifteen years old...
But in her previous life, she seemed to have secretly drank red wine when she was in elementary school, and she didn't seem to have any position to say so...
Mu Xingzhi smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it's just my own. Besides, this national wine is not very spicy, Qingluan will like it."
Since the other party said so, Su Qingluan thought that the wine-making technology of this era probably couldn't be a particularly high-quality liquor, and she had a good alcohol capacity in her previous life, so she nodded and agreed, and then started eating spicy chicken nuggets with relish.
When a piece of chicken entered his mouth, Su Qingluan narrowed his eyes happily: Ah, although it's not chili, it has this spicy and delicious feeling! It’s really refreshing! This satisfying feeling of eating spicy food is finally back!
