The meat filling of the soup dumplings made by Su Qingluan has just the right amount of fat and lean meat. It has neither too much lean meat and becomes tough, nor too much fat and becomes greasy.

However, with the two grilled items, pork skin and chicken chunks, plus the wild vegetables with dipping sauce, everyone was almost too tired to move.

But children can be lazy, but adults have to cheer up and continue working.

Yang asked the three children to rest first and called Su Guangfu to come and help.

After all, Su Qingluan was not a real child, so she could not just sit there and watch Su Guangfu and Yang busying around. She was also curious about what they were doing in such a hurry, so she followed them to the kitchen, only to find that the big basin she and Sun Guixiang had used to pickle dried radishes was now full of mustard lumps covered in mud.

Seeing Su Qingluan coming over, Yang waved her hand quickly: "You've been cooking dinner for half a day and you must be very tired. Your father and I ate too much and have some indigestion. While it's still light outside and it's near the middle of the moon, cut some of the mustard greens first, otherwise they will go bad if left for too long."

"So many?!" Su Qingluan looked into the pot. At a glance, there should be twenty or thirty mustard greens, right?

"It's not that much. The dried radish I dried earlier weighed less than two pounds. These mustard greens can be shredded and pickled, making them perfect for winter meals. We can't just eat dried radish, can we?"

As she spoke, Yang asked Su Guangfu to help her carry the pot of mustard greens to a place near the water tank, scoop water into the pot one ladle at a time, and Su Guangfu began to vigorously wash away the dirt on the surface of the mustard greens.

After all the mud was washed away, Yang took the clean mustard greens and began to cut them into shreds on the chopping board.

Compared to the delicate work of shredding, washing mustard greens is quick after all, so Su Qingluan simply started shredding with Yang in front of the chopping board.

Su Qingluan sighed in her heart while cutting half of the iron: If it weren't for the inadequate iron smelting technology of this era, she really wanted to make a grater.

However, due to the limitations of technology at the time, Su Qingluan could imagine that even if the grater was barely made, it would probably rust and become dull every few days, and the maintenance cost would be very high. By then, she could have hired a worker to cut the vegetables for her with the money to maintain the grater.

Thinking of this, Su Qingluan sighed: In this era of low productivity, it is indeed inconvenient everywhere.

Seeing her daughter sigh, Yang, who was standing by, misunderstood the reason and quickly took the kitchen knife from Su Qingluan's hand. "Look, you're so tired that you're sighing. Why don't you take a break? Your father and I finished this little job in less than an evening."

"Mom, I'm not tired, I just..."

"Yes, yes, you are not tired, it's just that mother feels sorry for her, okay?" Yang pushed Su Qingluan out of the kitchen, obviously not believing a word she said.

In Yang's opinion, although her eldest daughter is very sensible, she is sometimes too sensible. Even though she is obviously tired, she insists on being so polite and refuses to rest.

Su Qingluan knew from her mother's expression that no matter how she explained it now, Yang Shi wouldn't give any details. There's a kind of tiredness that comes from your mother thinking you're tired.

Although feeling a little helpless, Su Qingluan still felt very warm in her heart.

Since her mother asked her to rest early, Su Qingluan no longer refused and turned back to her room.

She had originally thought that she couldn't have fallen asleep so quickly since she had just finished dinner and had been busy in the kitchen for a while. However, she had clearly underestimated the sleep quality of teenagers aged thirteen or fourteen.

However, as soon as she touched the pillow, Su Qingluan fell into a deep sleep without even turning over.

When she woke up the next day, she went to the kitchen first. Not surprisingly, she found that only about one-third of the large basin of mustard greens had been cut, and the remaining half was still piled in the basin intact.

Of course, these mustard cabbage heads are no longer the black, dusty and muddy ones they were yesterday. After careful scrubbing, their green background is revealed.

On the other side, the mustard greens that had been cut into thin strips were sprinkled with layers of salt, and now they had wilted due to the severe dehydration effect.

Su Qingluan moved closer to take a look: Well, the mustard greens that were originally very crisp and could be easily broken have become soft and tough after dehydration, and will not break without pinching hard.

This was a sign that the mustard greens were pickled. However… Su Qingluan put her nose close to it and sniffed: Why does the salt used to pickle the mustard greens smell faintly of stinky radish?

Soon, Yang gave Su Qingluan the answer: "Ah, you're not mistaken. The salt for the pickled mustard greens is the leftover brine from the last time we pickled dried radish. We steamed it dry again. There's a lot of salt left after it's been steamed. It would be a shame to just throw it away!"

Su Qingluan was stunned for a moment, then she understood: the price of "salt" in her previous life and this life was completely incomparable.

In this era, even though the Su family is no longer bound by money and does not have to think too much about what to buy, for most people, "salt" is still a luxury condiment.

Although Su Guangfu and Yang no longer worried about money, they still retained their previous habit of saving money and wanting to waste less.

Su Qingli couldn't blame his parents for this - rather, it was with the wisdom of "recycling" that they were able to raise three children.

So she just smiled and said, "Dad and Mom are really smart. This way we can save a lot of money on buying salt!"

Considering that there was still a lot of mustard greens that had not been chopped, Su Qingluan discussed with Yang and decided to finish chopping the remaining mustard greens at home today and look after her sister at the same time.

Yang had been a little worried that the mustard greens would go bad if they weren't pickled quickly, so she nodded and went to set up her stall in town with Su Guangfu. With the weather getting colder lately, the spicy and warming offal soup was becoming increasingly popular. So, the two of them had been closing their stalls a little later these days.

Su Qingluan let her sister play in the yard for a while, and she would play hopscotch with her if she had time after she finished cutting the mustard greens.

Ever since she taught the little girl how to jump, she seemed to have discovered a new world. She would beg others to jump with her all day long, and she never got tired of it. Everyone in the family, from Su Guangfu to Su Xuanhe, had been forced to play with Su Xueyan.

However, so far, except for Su Xuanhe, the rest of the people in the family can no longer keep up with the little girl's agility.

Originally, Su Qingluan thought that if she didn't play with her sister, she might be unhappy for a while, so she was thinking about how to coax her.

The little girl actually nodded calmly: "Sister, I understand. Can I find other friends to play with me?"