In fact, Su Qingluan had thought about putting the radish directly into the big soup pot, but the taste of radish itself is light and a little spicy. If it is boiled for a long time, while absorbing the rich aroma of the bone soup, it will also make the originally rich bone soup become bland.

So Su Qingluan first poured out a small pot of bone soup, just to allow the radishes to fully absorb the oil in it, and even cut a few slices of high-quality pork belly and put them in it.

In this way, the excessive fat in the pork belly can be "washed" away by the radish, making it refreshing, delicious and less greasy, and the radish can also have a richer flavor.

Of course, the pork bone soup that had been thoroughly "washed" by the radish was no longer acceptable. But that didn't matter - we had already made a large pot of bone soup, so a small loss wouldn't hurt.

When the white radish was cooked until it became slightly transparent, Su Qingluan took the small casserole off the stove.

Now all that was left was to make the noodles into ramen and cook them in the pot. However, Su Qingluan always felt that the pork rib soup noodles were just a bit monotonous, even though white radish was added to make the whole bowl of noodles less greasy.

After thinking about it, Su Qingluan turned her attention to the pig offal that had been braised in broth and smoked.

Although pig offal has a fishy smell, after being cooked by Su Qingluan, it already exudes a faint aroma of braised food and fruit wood smoke, just like the smoked sauce products she had eaten in her previous life.

In addition to being able to be used as side dishes with wine, these smoked sauce products are also very good when served cold.

What's more, although the weather has cooled down, cold dishes can indeed make the originally greasy dishes more refreshing. Thinking of this, Su Qingluan turned around and dug out an onion from under the wall outside, and took two cucumbers, peeled one of the two vegetables, and washed the other.

Onions are a biological killer. If you are not careful, you will cry like a river. Fortunately, Su Qingluan has experience. She rinsed the kitchen knife in water, cut the onion, and rinsed it again.

The pungent smell of onions is very volatile and easily soluble in water. After being cut like this, the original spicy smell is greatly reduced. In addition, Su Qingluan tries to breathe through her mouth instead of her nose, which also prevents some of the smell from affecting her vision through her nasal cavity.

As for cucumbers, unlike onions, they do not have a thin membrane structure on the outside to lock in moisture. Once cut into shreds, they will quickly shrivel and lose their crisp taste. Therefore, Su Qingluan is not in a hurry to cut the cucumber into shreds. Instead, she turns around and uses water to dilute a little sesame paste, and adds soy sauce, salt, sugar and a little pepper oil to make a rich sauce.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside - Su Guangfu, Yang and Su Xuanhe had returned.

Su Qingluan thought of Yang's distribution of winter clothes to her sisters today, and asked hurriedly, "Mother, it's getting colder, how many winter clothes are left to be made?"

Upon hearing this, Yang looked at Su Qingluan and said, "Don't worry. We only have a few pieces of clothing left to finish tomorrow, and then we'll be done. Also, I made gloves according to the method you mentioned for everyone to try out. They're really warm!"

Su Qingluan's eyes lit up when she heard this and she was very happy.

"Gloves" themselves are naturally not rare, but Su Qingluan observed that at least the gloves commonly used by the villagers of Huaxi Village are made of animal skins. They usually cannot afford cotton, so they are stuffed with reed fluff.

Moreover, the gloves are all five-finger gloves, and it takes a long time to make a pair.

Su Qingluan thought of the gloves with five fingers connected together that she often saw in her previous life. This would greatly reduce the difficulty of making them, and the four fingers together could keep each other warm, greatly increasing the degree of thermal insulation.

What's more, such cotton gloves require less cotton than five-finger gloves - most importantly, it's just a pair of gloves, so only a few pounds of cotton are needed.

Everyone has enough money now, and Su Qingluan has lowered the price to cost price, so everyone wants to customize a pair of new cotton gloves.

Yang sighed, "But this way, I will be busy for a while."

Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Mother, you have worked hard and made great contributions!"

"What's the big deal? I'm happy that I can do something for my fellow villagers! Your father is the same, that's why he's always busy running around."

Su Qingluan pulled her parents aside and said with a smile, "Yes, yes, you two are both great contributors to the entire village!"

At this time, Su Xuanhe raised his nose and sniffed: "Sister, what are you doing? It smells so good?"

"It's your favorite food anyway, go wash your hands quickly, dinner will be served soon!"

If Su Qingluan said "soon", it must mean that dinner would be served within half an hour. So Su Xuanhe happily went to pull his sister to wash their hands together.

Su Qingluan turned around and went back to the kitchen. Knowing that it was time to cook the noodles, she pulled out the dough that had already risen and gently shook her wrists to both sides, allowing the dough to slowly stretch and lengthen under the pull of gravity and inertia.

At the beginning, the dough was relatively small and short. When it gradually became a piece of dough, Su Qingluan shook her wrist like a whip, and the dough made a crisp "snap" sound on the panel, which scared several people outside the kitchen.

So the rest of the Su family came following the voice and saw Su Qingluan standing in front of the panel, shaking her wrists and swinging her arms. Gradually, as if some magic was cast on the dough, it became thinner and thinner in Su Qingluan's hands, and became thinner with each fold.

Su Qingluan shook her wrist and nodded secretly - as expected, with the "prior practice" at Mu Xingzi's place last time, her feeling for pulling noodles became much more proficient this time, and her speed naturally increased.

After these two practices, Su Qingluan had roughly regained the feel of making noodles in her previous life, so she had more and more fun. She couldn't help but do a trick, making the long noodles circle around her upper body and then fall back onto the panel, making a crisp "pop" sound.

"Wow! Sister is so awesome!" A burst of cheers and applause suddenly came from behind, which scared Su Qingluan, who was obsessed with making ramen, so much that she almost trembled. She threw the whole noodle into the bone soup without pinching off the lumps on both sides.

Fortunately, Su Qingluan reacted quickly enough and stopped immediately. She turned her head and saw that the other four members of the family were crowded at the spacious door of the kitchen, watching her playing with ramen, as if they were watching a foreign spectacle.

For Su Qingluan, showing off skills is only suitable for her own entertainment when she is alone, but if she suddenly finds that people are watching her, she just wants to run away from the earth on a train at night to calm down.

...So, where can I buy a train ticket to Mars? Su Qingluan asked sincerely in her heart.