In fact, if you want to cut lamb by hand more conveniently, a better and faster way is to quick-freeze the lamb first. This can ensure that the lamb is fresh enough and the meat pieces can maintain a certain hardness for easy support.

Anyone who has cooked knows that ingredients with regular square shapes, a certain degree of hardness but not as hard as ice at minus fifty degrees Celsius are the easiest to cut compared to those soft, slippery ingredients with no fixed shape.

This is true for kitchen novices and also for knife experts like Su Qingluan.

It’s just that Su Qingluan is able to use her extraordinary knife skills to make the ingredients “obedient” when faced with such “difficult to cut” ingredients.

Su Qingluan took the piece of mutton and examined its grain for a moment. After a moment, she found the muscle grain and cut the meat into fist-sized pieces, following the direction of the muscle grain. Then, she cut the meat into strips with a cross-section roughly half the size of a palm.

Considering that her younger sister's baby teeth have just grown in and her younger brother is still changing his teeth, the chewing ability of both of them is completely incomparable to that of herself and her parents, so Su Qingluan did not cut the meat slices too much to make it easier to "eat it with relish" - after all, mutton also has fascia, and if the slices are too big, it would be unpleasant if someone chokes while eating.

So Su Qingluan patiently calmed down and used the fine iron knife to carefully slice a piece of mutton.

Su Qing cut the mutton into very thin slices. Even when the slices of meat were pressed against the blade, when viewed from the front, one could see the green blade of the knife shining through the thin texture of the mutton slices, casting a shadow.

If you hold the mutton slices against the light, you can see that the mutton can actually pass through the light and see the swaying figure opposite, as if it were transparent.

After Su Qingluan cut a piece of mutton, she was not in a hurry to tear the piece of meat off the back of the knife with her hands, because that would easily damage the muscle fibers of the mutton and tear the meat into pieces.

She tilted the plate of mutton and wiped the edge of the plate with the back of the knife. The thin slice of mutton fell onto the plate and stuck to the edge of the plate.

Su Qingluan cut and wiped it, then cut again and wiped it again.

For ordinary people, this action is very tedious, but Su Qingluan can do it faster and faster. In just a few moments, the mutton slices are piled up into a small mountain on the plate.

Su Qingluan looked at the "little mountain" and changed to another plate - the meat was pressed too tightly, and it would be difficult to stir and separate when it was put into the pot, and it would also be difficult to taste.

After cutting up several pounds of mutton, Yang had already started frying chicken in another furnace. She had learned how to fry shrimp and fish from Su Qingluan before, so she was already familiar with frying chicken.

It has to be said that people who spend all year around the stove do have some talent in cooking.

On the other side, the stove in the yard was also built.

This time the stove was built faster than before. On the one hand, it was because it had been built several times before and he had experience. Moreover, the last time he built this kind of temporary earthen stove, Su Qingluan grumbled that it was too slow to build it as he went along. So Su Guangfu became smart and didn't throw away the bricks used to build the stove last time, so he could use them this time.

So even though he was the only one building the earthen stove, he could do it very quickly - not to mention that he had Su Xuanhe, the busy little helper, running around.

As the sun set and the sunset glowed golden, Su Guangfu finally built the stove and lit it with flammable materials such as rags, cotton wool, and dry weeds.

As the fire in the stove gradually grew stronger, Su Qingluan adjusted the saltiness of the milky white broth and poured it into an open bronze pot. Yang and Su Guangfu each lifted one of the pot's "ears" and placed the pot on the stove.

Su Qingluan carefully brought out the previously prepared Sichuan peppercorn oil—even in the autumn evening when the air had turned chilly, this large bowl of Sichuan peppercorn oil was still warm after such a long time—and slowly poured it into the milky white broth.

Su Xueyan stared at the Sichuan peppercorn oil in surprise: "Wow! Sister, why is this oil green?"

"Because we added a kind of green Sichuan peppercorn," Su Qingluan explained with a smile, "a little bit of dogwood was added to the soup base, so it's only slightly spicy. The saltiness of the broth has also been adjusted, so you can eat it alone. If you don't like the spiciness or the lack of fragrance, you can try the garlic and sesame oil dipping sauce."

Upon hearing this, Yang nodded quickly: "I have crushed the garlic with the stone mortar." She turned around and looked around, but did not find the bowl of mashed garlic on the temporary platform next to her.

Yang was busy adjusting the pot with Su Guangfu, so she said to the two little ones, "One of you two, go to the kitchen next to the oil pan. There's a brown porcelain bowl with mashed garlic in it!"

"I'll go, I'll go!" Su Xueyan responded repeatedly and trotted towards the kitchen.

Just now, when Su Xuanhe was chattering in the yard and helping Su Guangfu run around, Su Xueyan felt itchy, but she also knew that there was still a long piece of writing to be done.

So even though she was feeling uneasy, she patiently finished writing the last piece - of course, the child's restlessness could be seen from the words she wrote.

So when Su Qingluan saw the little girl writing big characters today, she became more and more rough, and in the end she wished that all the strokes had a burr effect.

However, considering that her younger sister wasn't always like this, Su Qingluan just pinched her nose teasingly and said, "Look, you have a mess in your heart. You're restless, even your words are messy. If you're not serious like this again next time, I'll spank you."

Su Xueyan knew that although her elder sister usually looked good-tempered and smiling, she was usually a man of her word. If she said she would spank him if he did it again, then he would definitely be spanked next time.

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