When Su Qingluan returned to her stall, Yang was very surprised: "Aren't you going to the blacksmith shop? Have you bought the tools you need?"
Shaking her head slowly, Su Qingluan sighed, "No, I just reserved an iron pot for now. We'll get it when we go back later."
She was careless. In her opinion, many common modern utensils, such as manual egg beaters, were just simple kitchen utensils that could be made by bending a few pieces of steel wire.
But precisely because it is so common, and the modern selling price is only three or five yuan, such a low price and such a common style make Su Qingluan feel that it is "very easy to manufacture" - of course, this feeling is correct under the premise of the industrial standards of modern society.
However, with the level of iron and steel smelting in the era in which Su Qingluan currently lived, the thin steel wire could be described as "exquisite workmanship". Therefore, the blacksmith asked for over a hundred taels of silver for just the simplest manual egg beater.
It’s not that the other party is asking for too much, but Su Qingluan’s “casual” craftsmanship requirements are too difficult for people of this era.
Not to mention that the various tools that Su Qingluan had drawn before, such as the "peeler" and "core digging knife", which seemed very common and convenient to her subconsciously, were too much to ask of the blacksmith.
In the end, Su Qingluan didn't decide on any of the convenient gadgets she had been thinking about, and only finally decided on the size of the iron pot used at home.
Su Qingluan looked around and suddenly noticed that her stall seemed quieter than usual. Thinking about it, it seemed that Aunt Yang, with whom she used to get along very well, was nowhere to be seen today.
"Aunt Yang didn't come today?" Su Qingluan was very curious.
"Is he feeling unwell?" Yang was a little worried.
Skinny Monkey heard the mother and daughter mumbling and waved his hand, saying, "Hey, you don't need to worry. I think Aunt Yang's business was too good yesterday and she was busy late, so she took a day off today."
Su Qingluan became interested when she heard what Shou Hou'er said: "Why, did Aunt Yang's business do well yesterday? That's good!"
"That's right!" The skinny monkey's face was already thin, so his eyes looked like they were rolling around. Now he spoke in a startled manner, which made him look even more like a monkey. "Yesterday I sold all my eggs and went to the tavern in front to have a drink. When I came back, I saw a lot of people gathered around Aunt Yang!"
"I saw Aunt Yang was too busy, so I helped out here for a while," Skinny Monkey said, gesticulating excitedly about the large number of customers. He then gave Su Qingluan a thumbs-up. "After Aunt Yang hung all the cloth on the poles according to your method, it looked like a colorful brocade from a distance. It's so beautiful! A lot of people were attracted here!"
Su Qingluan was very happy to hear that Aunt Yang's business was doing better because of her arrangement of cloth. She asked quickly, "So, Aunt Yang sold a lot of cloth yesterday?"
"Isn't it?" Skinny Monkey pointed to the sky. "In the end, I helped Aunt Yang so busy that it was almost time for her appointment at Zhongtian, and everyone visiting the night market was about to leave, so I finally closed up my stall!"
Yang listened from the side and was happy for Aunt Yang. Turning around and looking at the burrito stall, which had a steady customer base but ultimately wasn't as popular as it had been at the beginning, Yang's eyes became a little lonely.
Seeing this, Su Qingluan gently shook Yang's hand and whispered, "Don't worry, mother. Food like wraps is really too common. The reason our family has a place in the market is entirely due to the taste. But other places are gradually improving their taste, so it's normal for our business to be affected."
Ultimately, the reason why "burritos" were chosen as the food for the stall was purely because the options for cold food were really limited "without consuming firewood and charcoal."
Now that the Su family no longer has to worry about saving charcoal, they have more options.
When Su Qingluan was visiting the market yesterday, she had a general idea of the types and distribution of all the snack stalls in the town. When the weather gets cooler, she can think about the hot food that needs to be heated up.
But before that—
"Dad, Mom, after closing the stall today, I'm going to go to the blacksmith shop!" Su Qingluan did not forget to inform her parents.
Su Guangfu, who had been busy with his work with his head down and said nothing, looked up when he heard this and said, "Dad will go with you."
Su Qingluan blinked and said, "No need. I can do it myself. You still have to clean up the stall with my mother. If you go to the blacksmith shop with me, it will take a lot more time."
Su Guangfu shook his head: "I'll go with you."
Facts have proved that Su Guangfu was really far-sighted.
Su Qingluan subconsciously thought that the iron pot she had customized would only weigh about three or four pounds. However, she only considered the weight of the iron pot, not its size.
Although Su Qingluan could flip a pot very easily when she was in the kitchen of Hongfulou, it was only for a moment.
It was really difficult for Su Qingluan's thin arms and legs to carry this huge iron pot that was one-third of her body length for a long time - the reason was simple. Su Qingluan was only thirteen years old, her body was not slender enough, and her arm span was not wide enough. She could not even carry such a big iron pot on her back like last time.
Because it was too deep and too big, Su Qingluan couldn't hold it with any strength, so she felt very tired before she took two steps.
Fortunately, Su Guangfu took the blame, otherwise Su Qingluan felt that she would not see the sun tomorrow.
When she got home and started cooking in the iron pan as usual, Su Qingluan thought that a new iron pan should be kept in heavy oil, so why not just make a dish with heavy oil today - such as the fried chicken she had been coveting for a long time?
Thinking about this, Su Qingluan instructed Su Xuanhe to bring over the barrel of oil that she had obtained from Manager Liang yesterday.
She did this intentionally. It wasn't for childish reasons like bullying a child, but Su Qingluan had a vague feeling that her brother's physical fitness was much better than that of an average child.
Su Qingluan saw that her brother had carried a wooden barrel of soybean oil to her feet with little effort, and she stared at his face carefully: "Aren't you tired carrying such a big barrel of soybean oil?"
Su Xuanhe shook his head: "It's nothing..."
Su Qingluan was amazed and thought to herself, "As expected! Logically speaking, a seven-year-old child wouldn't be able to lift such a large bucket of soybean oil, let alone carry it around."
While thinking this in her heart, Su Qingluan smiled and praised: "My brother is really capable. I will make delicious food for you later!"
Sure enough, when he heard the word "eat", little Su Xuanhe's eyes lit up.
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