After the first batch of shrimp cakes were taken out, Su Qingluan immediately put in a new batch to prevent the oil temperature from continuing to rise.

At the same time, in order to prevent the shrimp cakes from being raw in the middle, she broke or crushed those that were too thick or large, and re-fried the shrimp cakes in the center to make the surface light yellow.

After all the shrimp cakes were fried once, Su Qingluan looked at the volume of shrimp cakes that had already emerged from the bowl and couldn't help but sigh: This amount is even more than she imagined!

However, frying once is not enough. In order to achieve a crispy effect, it needs to be fried again.

So she opened the vent as high as possible to make the fire in the stove burn more vigorously.

Originally, Su Qingluan thought of just bombing it again, but it did not achieve the effect she expected, so Su Qingluan had to bomb it again.

This time, the originally light yellow shrimp cake had turned yellowish brown, and Su Qingluan ate a piece of shrimp cake that was neither too big nor too small. Especially the shrimp head part, the original shrimp whiskers had been fried to the point that they crumbled into crumbs with a light bite, which was completely different from the previous prickly taste.

After the shrimp cakes were out of the pan, Su Qingluan poured the remaining oil into another jar, intending to use the reused frying oil as lamp oil.

However, Su Qingluan did leave a little oil at the bottom of the pot - the stir-fried river shrimp had already become a little cold, so it was just right to return the oil used to fry the shrimp to the pot.

The pancakes in the steamer and the porridge in the clay pot were still warm enough and were still steaming when they were served on the table.

Su Qingluan shouted at the top of her voice that it was time for dinner, and her younger brothers and sisters came running over and sat down at the dining table. Yang and Su Guangfu came soon after.

It was exactly the same as Su Qingluan had expected at the beginning. Although the stir-fried river shrimp tasted very fresh and sweet, the shrimp's tentacles were too prickly to eat. The two little guys took only one bite and were too pricked to eat any more.

Su Xueyan looked at the plate of stir-fried river shrimp with tears in her eyes. She opened her mouth aggrievedly to let Su Qingluan see her lower lip - the mucous membrane inside had been punctured and was bleeding.

Although Su Xuanhe did not cry like his sister, he also frowned tightly and refused to take a second bite of the stir-fried river shrimp.

Comparatively speaking, Su Guangfu and Yang, who were thick-skinned and tough, did not have so many concerns. They did not think there was anything wrong with the food being a little prickly, and they ate it with great relish.

As for Su Qingluan, she actually didn't like the prickly feeling of the tentacles of river shrimps, but she was an experienced foodie and naturally knew the trick of facing the shrimp heads outwards to avoid being pricked.

However, this thing can only be understood but not explained. Even if Su Qingluan told her younger brother and sister, if they didn't grasp the angle well, they would still be pricked. Instead, they would be wary after being pricked and would be more careful when eating this kind of river shrimp to avoid further injuries.

What's more, instead of being cautious about getting pricked in the mouth, Su Qingluan already has a permanent solution.

"You two shouldn't eat those fried river shrimp. Your mouths are too delicate now. They'll get pricked easily. Eating that will only make you suffer." As he spoke, he pointed at the fried shrimp cakes that had popped out of the bowl with the tip of his chopsticks. "Try this."

Seeing that the shrimp whiskers were still clearly visible, the two little guys looked more alert than the other. They looked at the fried shrimp cakes with a fragrant smell, but each one was more "reserved" than the other and refused to pick up the chopsticks first.

Su Qingluan took one look and thought, is this because he is afraid of being pricked? So she picked up a shrimp cake at random, held it in her hand and gently squeezed it. Suddenly, the shrimp cake made a crisp "crackling" sound, and the shrimp that had been prickly was shattered like quicksand into a handful of fried dough and scattered in the bowl of yam porridge in front of Su Qingluan.

"Here, it's not prickly and it's crispy. You can eat it without worry." As she said that, Su Qingluan took out another piece and put it in her mouth.

A crisp sound immediately burst out from the lips and teeth.

After traveling through such a long time, Su Qingluan's words are still quite credible in the hearts of her younger brother and sister.

So, although the two little guys were hesitant, they reached out their hands to the fried shrimp cakes one after another, picked up a smaller piece, and put it in their mouths to refuse.

In an instant, the crispy texture bursts in your mouth, and the aroma of fried noodles, the unique sweet taste of river shrimp, mixed with a small amount of spices and the salty and fresh taste of salt slowly bloom in your mouth.

The shrimp heads, which used to be very prickly, have become very crispy after repeated high-temperature frying. They will break into pieces of oil residue with just a slight touch, greatly reducing the "difficulty" of eating.

After eating two pieces of fried shrimp cakes in a row, the two little guys felt relieved and started to eat with relish. Soon their mouths were full of oil.

Su Qingluan looked at them and waved her hand quickly: "These fried shrimp cakes taste good, and I saw that your appetites have been dull for a few days and are almost recovered, so I gave you some meat. Each person can't eat too much. The maximum is three large pieces and six small pieces, otherwise you won't be able to digest it!"

Of course, this "you" naturally does not include adults with strong self-control, but two children - especially the last half of the sentence, which is completely aimed at criticizing Su Xuanhe, the little guy who has "learned from the past experience".

Fortunately, Su Xuanhe learned his lesson this time and stopped eating too much. Finally, he no longer suffered from the constant abdominal pain like before.

The three adults had work to do later, so they naturally didn't have the same concerns as the children, so even Su Qingluan ate a few more shrimp cakes.

After everyone finished their meal, Su Guangfu went to the backyard to repair the chicken coop that he had seen some damage today, and to dismantle the vegetable racks that were no longer in use and put them away for use next year.

Yang went to the water tank behind the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Su Xuanhe resumed reviewing his lessons in preparation for returning to school, and the little girl Su Xueyan had the energy to jump again.

Su Qingluan came to the kitchen and re-lit the stove where she had left a little spark.

Seeing this, Yang leaned over and asked, "Daya, what are you going to do?"

Su Qingluan pointed to the remaining half-pound of shrimp in the corner and said with a smile, "Mother, I'll make some dried shrimp and sesame salt."

"What is this for?"

"You can eat it on its own, add it to porridge, or grind it up and use it as a seasoning. Any of these are fine."

In fact, Su Qingluan prefers to eat dried shrimp and sesame salt as meat floss in toasted buns, and it is best to use dried shrimp.

But right now we only have river shrimps, which is better than nothing.

Thinking of this, Su Qingluan put the river shrimps that had been drained of water into the iron plate pot without adding anything else.

Because this most primitive iron plate pan does not have any non-stick coating, Su Qingluan can only keep the heat at the lowest level and repeatedly stir the river shrimp with a wooden spoon to prevent them from sticking to the pan.

After a while, the originally blue-gray river shrimp gradually turned pink.