The dumplings, fresh from the pot, were coated in broth and scalding hot. Su Guangfu took a bite, and the heat from the splattering broth stung half his face.

Su Guangfu was naturally not a delicate person. His rough face, tanned by wind and sun, somewhat withstood the pain from the burns, but it still made him shiver, and the dumplings he was holding fell onto the table with a "click".

"Dad?!" Su Qingluan stood up hurriedly, "Are you okay?"

"It's nothing, I just got scared," Su Guangfu waved his hand, picked up the bitten dumpling from the table, and put it in his mouth as if nothing had happened.

This time he ate very carefully. Before taking the first bite, he tentatively used the tip of his teeth to carefully break the dumpling skin. When he felt that there was no more soup splashing out, he slowly began to chew.

After swallowing the dumplings in his mouth, Su Guangfu sighed, "I never thought that dumpling fillings could be made as juicy as soup dumplings."

Yang smiled and said, "Our eldest daughter put a lot of thought into this." Thinking of how Su Qingluan had painstakingly stirred half a bowl of water into the meat filling, Yang smiled and said, "The meat filling made this way is indeed more refreshing and tender, but it can easily burn your tongue!"

With Su Guangfu as a "precedent", the two little ones who were originally eager to try the emerald green or three-petal leaf-shaped dumplings finally put away their impatient temper, carefully picked up a dumpling, dipped it in the dipping sauce they prepared, and carefully bit off a hole in it.

In an instant, the tender and smooth soup flowed into the sauce dish, coating the clear dipping sauce with a thin layer of oil. Su Qingluan looked at it with pity: "Oh, you are really wasting food by eating it like this."

"What does 'waste resources' mean?" Su Xueyan raised her little head and asked in confusion.

"What a waste of good stuff!" Su Qingluan sighed. "You have to dip the dumplings in the seasoning first, then bite through the dumpling wrapper and gently suck on it. That way you can drink the delicious broth inside. Of course, don't eat the dumplings right out of the pot. Let them cool down a bit, otherwise you'll burn your tongue again."

As she spoke, she demonstrated it herself, and then she narrowed her eyes slightly in satisfaction.

Sure enough, the soup that just broke out from the dumpling skin, carrying the residual warmth of the meat filling, was more delicious than the greasy taste after it cooled down. It diffused in every corner of the mouth, and instantly made the hungry stomach feel soothed and satisfied!

The other people in the Su family looked at Su Qingluan's expression, tried to imitate her, and couldn't help but admire her.

"Today's dumplings are especially delicious!" Su Xuanhe praised incoherently with half a mouthful of dumplings in his mouth, and the little girl Su Xueyan also swallowed the unpleasantness from her previous quarrel with her elder sister with the dumplings and sent it to her stomach.

However, the dumplings with unique styles and bright colors were indeed more popular with children. Soon, Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan started quarreling again for the remaining emerald dumpling.

However, everyone said they were used to it - the two siblings would always quarrel over such trivial matters every day, and in the blink of an eye, they would start to stick together and play happily.

At first, Su Qingluan would try to adjust the situation, but now she was completely indifferent and said calmly, "If you keep arguing, the dumplings will go into my stomach."

Sure enough, the next moment, the two little ones stopped arguing and started fighting. In the end, the poor green dumpling was "cut into pieces" - the two little kids each got half of it.

Su Qingluan expressed great regret for the result and held a water burial for the emerald dumplings - the original soup turned into the original food. After drinking a bowl of dumpling soup, she felt very satisfied.

After eating and drinking, the children can go to the backyard to play, while Su Qingluan and her parents will continue to process the offal to be sold at the stall tomorrow.

Perhaps because Su Qingluan's offal soup has become increasingly popular recently, some slaughterhouses want to collect the offal and make it themselves to sell.

Even many roadside stalls have begun to turn their attention to this "new type of food" that they had never paid attention to before.

However, processing offal is a skill. If you are not careful, the fishy smell will greatly affect the taste and flavor, turning it into a "dark dish" that strangers should stay away from.

What's more, the seasoning in the later stage is also very particular. Su Qingluan has configured dozens of proportions to allow the spicy, salty and fragrant taste and the special dirty and fishy smell of offal to blend with each other and stimulate each other to form a special aroma. What's more, there is also a braising process before that, which is even more indispensable.

Someone did make a crude offal soup, and while the taste was hard to describe, it was affordable and plentiful. However, the smell was so pungent it could be heard from afar that it affected not only their own business but also the surrounding area. The dish was even overshadowed by a nearby restaurant, and ultimately fell apart.

It is precisely because of the many difficulties here that although everyone wants to grab the "offal soup" cake, which is basically not fought for by anyone, the actual result is not satisfactory.

As a result, more and more people came to the Su family's offal soup stall. Since the stall only sold a limited amount of offal, some people even waited at the Su family's stall before it opened, hoping to get a front row seat and buy some offal soup.

Even more outrageous was that one day, a man arrived too early and waited too long, leaving to relieve himself. When he returned, the man behind him denied that he had queued there, and a brawl ensued. The incident was resolved only when patrolling police arrived to maintain order.

At Su Qingluan's request, Su Guangfu had to temporarily make more than ten palm-sized wooden signs with numbers from "one", "two", "three" to "one and five" engraved on them. People lined up according to their numbers instead of looking at themselves. This avoided the embarrassing situation of people fighting over the order of queuing.

The slaughterhouses saw that they did not have the skills to make offal soup, and thought that the pig offal, sheep offal, chicken offal, etc. would be thrown away or fed to livestock anyway, so they simply sold them to the Su family at a low price and could still make some money.

The Su family now has a stable and large source of wastewater supply. Some slaughterhouses are even willing to help pre-process the wastewater in order to secure long-term and stable supply relationships, which saves the Su family a considerable amount of time.

After this process, the slaughterhouse had a "waste disposal channel" for sewage, and the Su family saved labor costs, and each of them made more profit. It turned out to be a mutually beneficial situation, and both parties were happy to see it happen.

However, when someone's business is booming, some people will see the money and have evil thoughts.