In order to test the best ratio of soup base, Su Qingluan had wasted countless spices. The ratio of each kind was accurate to the gram. In order to measure accurately, she even went to the grocery store in town to buy a small scale. Every day, she adjusted each ratio constantly, as if she was doing experiments in the laboratory or writing a paper.
As a result, in recent days, the Su family has had to be filled with all kinds of braised soup bases, and although the taste is different each time, they are almost the same, which makes the two little guys complain.
So when Su Qingluan stood in front of the stove again, Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan looked at their elder sister with some fear, afraid that she would say, "There is still a lot of today's stew left."
Fortunately, Su Qingluan was not so cruel as to want her younger brothers and sisters to have a shadow over the taste for braised soup from then on.
In the evening I just made some clear soup noodles and mixed some vegetables in it. It was pretty bland.
However, due to the frequent attacks of insane stewed soup in the past period of time, this kind of bland food is a rare "change of taste" for the two little guys.
Since there were a lot of preparations required for handling the sewage, while Su Qingluan was preparing dinner, Su Guangfu and Yang carried a shoulder pole and loaded the sewage to be sold tomorrow to the river to wash it.
By the time dinner was ready, the couple returned from the river.
Since every previous experiment had left behind very detailed proportions of various spices - and just in case, the recipes were marked with Arabic numerals and various abbreviated symbols - Su Qingluan was very familiar with preparing the marinade and soup base again.
"Dad, have you found what I asked you to find?" Su Qingluan leaned over to look at the two wooden barrels on her father's shoulders.
"I've found it!" Yang helped Su Guangfu write down the shoulder pole and said to Su Qingluan with a smile, "What do you want two stones for, girl?"
Su Qingluan blinked mysteriously: "Because it tastes softer after it goes into the water!"
Seeing that her parents were puzzled, Su Qingluan was not in a hurry to explain. She just added various spices in turn, then added offal, and finally pressed in stones, and placed the whole pot on the stove near the kang.
Now that the weather is getting a little cooler, the Su family has to light a fire on the kang at night. This makes Yang sigh a lot, because at least at this time last year, although the house was a little cold in the morning and evening, it was not unbearable at all. The less firewood burned, the better.
Unexpectedly, within a year, the Su family no longer had to worry too much about burning firewood.
Yesterday, Su Qingluan used the stove that was burning the kang to simmer the braising liquid for the entire first half of the night, saving the trouble of lighting a separate stove with firewood.
There are now two stoves in the Su family's kitchen. One is the one that has been in use and is also connected to the pipes for heating the kang; the other was newly built when the house was renovated not long ago, giving Su Qingluan more space to display her cooking skills.
After Su Qingluan finished her preparations, she filled the pot with water and stopped tending to the pot of soup on the stove.
The next day, Su Qingluan removed the two large stones and let her father and mother taste the offal - it was indeed softer and easier to bite off than yesterday.
The next day, the Su family's sewage stall opened on time as usual.
This time, Su Qingluan still shouted, but when she shouted, she was very straightforward and said the ingredients such as "pig offal, chicken offal, cow offal" very directly.
There are no overly fancy slogans, just the same thing repeated over and over again.
Just as Su Qingluan had comforted Su Guangfu and Yang yesterday, compared to yesterday when there were basically no people interested in buying the soup, today as soon as the Su family set up the stall, six or seven people gathered around to buy the offal soup.
Su Qingluan took note of their attire. Most of them wore short brown linen clothes. They were sturdy men with dark skin and hands covered with scars and calluses. It was obvious that they were physically active.
Some of them came empty-handed, while others simply prepared their own bowls and chopsticks, brought them to the Su family's stall, and said "a big bowl" or "a small bowl" very readily, and then handed over the copper coins.
Soon, more people gathered here in twos and threes. Su Qingluan had to speak out to maintain basic order: "Everyone, line up! Line up! It's first come, first served. We only have one pot of soup, first come, first served!"
Most of the men queuing up were laborers, full of vigor and vitality. In addition, when the sun came out, it took away the autumn coolness of the early morning, and brought out the heat again, burning everyone's heart.
So while you were pushing and shoving each other, someone actually started an argument.
Su Qingluan looked at the two people who were arguing with each other and did not take action to cause a big chaos, so she asked her father who was responsible for scooping soup to go around them and serve soup to the people behind.
The two argued for a long time before realizing that it was already their turn, but they were ignored because of a momentary argument. So they came to argue with Su Qingluan and Su Guangfu.
Su Qingluan smiled upon hearing this. "I see you two are completely oblivious to what's happening around you in your argument, and you won't listen to anyone else's advice. You're completely immersed in it. It seems the quarrel is more important to you than anything else. If that's the case, how can we, as business people, disturb our customers' 'elegant mood'?"
Su Qingluan's retort made the two people who had been arguing blush. Su Qingluan saw that it was almost over, so she took the bowl and filled each of them with a large bowl: "Here, what's wrong with you? Drink a bowl of soup to calm your mind and relieve your anger, and it will all be over, right?"
The two of them reluctantly took the offal soup, took a sip and it was spicy and appetizing, and they broke out in sweat. If they drank it in the cool morning, they would definitely feel warm and comfortable all over. When they felt irritable and burning in their hearts, they would drink a bowl of it, and a layer of sweat would break out on their backs, as if all the irritability and depression in their hearts were released, and their mood became much brighter.
Both of them felt a little embarrassed when they paid, but Su Qingluan thought to herself: It doesn't matter, I have chosen the big bowl for you, whether you like it or not, you still have to pay double the copper coins.
Although I only sold one pot of offal today, the time it took was nearly an hour shorter than yesterday, and a lot of charcoal was saved for burning.
In addition, Su Qingluan had already fully understood the ratio of the ingredients, so no spices were wasted.
"How's it going?" Su Qingluan smiled and leaned over to see Yang meticulously checking today's costs and final profits in her account book. "Mother, are we profitable today?"
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