As soon as Su Qingluan said this, Yang happily took Sun Guixiang's hand and said, "Sister, don't you want to make pickled radishes too? I have some radishes at home while the water is warm. Let's do this together?"

"That's great!" Sun Guixiang nodded repeatedly. "It's boring to work alone, but having my sister around to chat makes the day go by faster!"

Having said that, he turned around and went home to fetch some radishes, shouting as he walked, "Sister, wait for me! I'll be back soon!"

Yang was not idle either. She took out a wooden tub from the house that was large enough for a one or two-year-old baby to sit in and bathe. She used the water that Su Qingluan had just used to cool it down to simply rinse off the dust inside.

"We actually have such a big wooden basin at home!" Su Qingluan exclaimed.

"This was the tub you three used to bathe at home when you were little." Yang smiled as she scrubbed the inside of the tub. "Later, you all grew up and were able to sit up on your own, so you no longer needed this tub. Now, I often use it to wash large quantities of vegetables."

"Where's Dad?" Su Qingluan looked around curiously.

"He's in the backyard. It rained so much these days that the chicken coops were flooded and several chickens were almost drowned. I asked him to think of a solution." Yang said as she dragged the cleaned large wooden basin to the open space outside the main hall, moved two small stools to both sides of the basin, and threw the green radishes she bought yesterday, which were still covered in mud, into the basin.

At this time, Sun Guixiang also came back with a large cloth bag. She saw that Yang had already thrown the radishes in, and looked at the bag of radishes in her hand: "Why not wash these first and then wash mine, so as not to mix them together."

Yang nodded: "That's fine, it's our job anyway!"

So he went to the kitchen to get the pot of freshly boiled hot water.

"Oh, mother, be careful," Su Qingluan was terrified when she saw Yang carrying a pot of water by herself. "It's just boiled, don't burn yourself!"

"Hey, girl, don't worry. I, your aunt Li, will help your mother!" As she said that, Sun Guixiang swiftly took one of the two pot handles.

"Oh my! This is actually an iron pot!" Sun Guixiang exclaimed, "It really is quite heavy."

Yang smiled and said, "Why not give one to your family?" Although she was joking, she was also serious. After all, if Sun Guixiang hadn't suggested that Su Qingluan sell recipes at Hongfulou, their Su family might not have been able to live a life of ease and comfort so quickly.

Sun Guixiang shook her head repeatedly: "Please forgive me, my dear sister. I heard that iron pots will rust if they are not used carefully. My cooking skills are really average, so I won't waste such a good thing - not to mention that you have given my family enough things these days!"

In addition to the cloth that time, the Su family sent vegetables, fruits, iron knives, grains, oil, rice, flour, etc. to the Li family more than once. This was not only for the advice given to Su Qingluan at that time, but also because the two children could be left at home without worry since the adults of the Su family were not at home these days. Sun Guixiang's care was indispensable.

Yang shook her head: "This is nothing compared to what you have done for our family."

"Oh, sister, that's too polite." Sun Guixiang said as she and Yang each poured the hot water into the large wooden basin. Sun Guixiang went back to return the iron pot, while Yang poured the remaining cold water into the large wooden basin.

"My dear girl," Sun Guixiang smiled and patted Su Qingluan's back. "Your mother told me that you have figured out a new way to eat bananas? I am in for another treat!"

Su Qingluan smiled and pointed at the cut bananas: "Auntie, just wait and see!"

"Hey, I'm waiting!" After returning the pot to Su Qingluan, Sun Guixiang turned around and went out. She and Yang sat on a small stool, one on each side, and began to clean the mud on the radish with a bristle brush in warm water, chatting about gossip under the same circumstances.

Su Qingluan placed the still wet iron pot on the fire, pulled down the opening of the bellows to make the fire smaller, and waited for the moisture inside to slowly dry up.

At this time, Su Qingluan had already coated the chopped banana pieces with a batter made from egg flour and mung bean starch.

Seeing that the water in the pot had evaporated, Su Qingluan took out the soybean oil that had been absorbed by the peel and poured less than half of it into the iron pot.

The effect of adding fruit peels is still very significant. When the soybean oil was poured out, Su Qingluan could clearly feel that the original strong bean smell was much less, and was replaced by a light fruity fragrance.

Su Qingluan pulled up the partition of the vent to make the fire bigger. When the oil temperature was about right, she slid the bananas covered with burnt paste into the pot one by one. After they were slightly shaped, she gently pushed apart the banana pieces that were stuck together.

After a while, the bananas slowly turned golden yellow. Not only did the shell become crispy, but they also slowly looked like little golden balls floating back and forth in the oil pan.

Su Qingluan scooped out the banana pieces with a colander, set them aside, and poured the hot oil back into the original pot.

In ancient times, there were no detergents, but wood ash was a readily available oil pan cleaner. Su Qingluan, inwardly admiring the versatility of wood ash, scrubbed the iron pan clean and added a small amount of water and sugar.

In fact, the syrup can be fried with oil or water, but this is Su Qingluan's first time using this traditional stove, and she is not able to control the heat so accurately.

The problem with frying syrup is that if the heat is even a little bit over, the syrup will instantly turn into sand. In order to avoid this kind of elementary failure, Su Qingluan simply adopted the more secure method of frying in water, which is less likely to cause it to become burnt.

While Su Qingluan let the sugar dissolve in the water, she kept stirring the bottom of the pot with a spatula.

While waiting for the water to boil, Su Qing took out a coarse porcelain plate, brushed a layer of sesame oil on the bottom, and sprinkled a little white sesame seeds on it.

Since only the bottom of the pot was added with white water this time and there was no way to lower the heat, the water quickly boiled.

At this time, Su Qingluan pulled the partition down slightly, lowered the heat, and began to stir the bottom of the pot quickly.

After a while, the boiling "white water" in the pot gradually changed - the originally surging water splashes gradually turned into fine and transparent bubbles, and the bubbles became denser and smaller, and finally showed a golden and transparent color.

The moment the soup changed color, Su Qingluan narrowed her eyes: She knew the time had come!

So she deftly took the colander containing the fried banana pieces, flipped her wrist, slid the bananas into the pot, and quickly turned the pot over so that all the banana pieces were evenly coated with the sticky syrup.

Almost at the same time, Su Qingluan took the iron pot away from the stove and used the residual heat of the iron pot to prevent the syrup from cooling and solidifying - this was also to prevent the syrup from being overheated and dehydrated.

Placing the bananas on the oiled plate, Su Qingluan turned around and soaked the iron pot in water. She then squatted down and pulled the vent baffle all the way down, completely extinguishing the flames in the furnace. She then turned and shouted to the outside, "The candied bananas are ready! Come and try them!"