Yang was calculating today's income and expenditure, and the abacus was clacking loudly.
"We actually have a little surplus today." She looked up at Su Qingluan, "But we only burned the charcoal for an hour or so less, and we actually have such a surplus?"
Yang was a little skeptical.
Su Qingluan smiled and shook her head: "Of course it's not just this reason, it's also a problem with the spices."
At the beginning, when Su Qingluan had not found the best spice ratio, in addition to the spices wasted in adjusting the flavor, there was also a lot of waste in the process of processing the seasonings. As a result, each spice was not cheap, so the cost was naturally high.
Although the offal soup cost only three or five cents a bowl, it was small in portion but full of flavor. Today, someone complained that the small bowl was not enough to fill their stomach, so they took a large bowl and asked Su Qingluan to scoop out six spoonfuls directly, and charged for it according to the amount of two large bowls.
Su Qingluan had actually anticipated this a long time ago, so she added a line of words on the signboard - you can bring your own basins and bowls, three spoons count as a large bowl, two spoons count as a small bowl.
These past two days, we have to deal with the sewage every day when we come home. The whole yard is filled with a fishy smell, which makes the two little ones with sensitive noses very disgusted.
"Dad, Mom, Sister..." Su Xueyan frowned, "Why does our family have to make such a stinky thing?"
"That is to say," Su Xuanhe also sighed, "Does anyone really eat this kind of thing?"
"How about we eat this offal soup tonight?" Su Qingluan said with a smile, "I'll make some dry food."
Yang pulled her eldest daughter and shook her head in disapproval: "Don't tease them. Have you forgotten that when they ate the grilled fish with onions and dogwood, one of them cried for a long time because of the spiciness, and the other had a stomachache for half the night?" The second half of the sentence was obviously said to Su Qingluan, but it was actually for the two younger ones to hear.
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "It's okay, there are ways to eat it without being spicy."
At dinner time, Su Qingluan brought up the offal soup and a large bowl of barley rice. She let Yang and Su Guangfu taste it first, and both of them were delighted.
"Daya, this non-spicy offal is also delicious!"
"How about we make this non-spicy one tomorrow?"
Su Qingluan blinked mysteriously: "Although eating that spicy soup with spices will make your mouth hurt for a while, you will gradually become addicted to it. You can't live without spicy food!"
Moreover, for many manual laborers, strong-flavored food is sometimes more suitable for them than "light" and "original" food.
When Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan learned that the large brown basin in the middle contained various animal offal, the two children refused.
Su Guangfu said with a serious face, "Your sister is helping the family so much that we can now have enough food and clothing. Have you forgotten the days when we couldn't even afford to eat eggs?"
In fact, the days when even eggs were considered a luxury were much more difficult than "eating offal". After all, "eating offal" was at most "eating scraps", while those days were "only able to eat wild vegetables at any time", almost to the point of starvation.
Children have short memories and a few months of good times can make them forget their past sufferings, but Su Guangfu and Yang did not forget.
What's more - Su Guangfu took a look at the offal soup made by his eldest daughter - this soup smelled fresh and fragrant, it couldn't be considered "unpalatable" in any way, right?
Su Qingluan didn't have any problem with her brother and sister's expressions of resistance - after all, there are many people in modern times who don't eat offal.
However, considering the two children's previous eating habits, Su Qingluan felt that these two kids would be really delicious.
As expected, under the death gaze of their father and mother who warned them not to waste food, the two children reluctantly picked up a small piece of offal and put it on the barley rice in their bowls. Then, as if it was some kind of poisonous food, they took a small bite very carefully and politely.
...Su Qingluan was certain that this elegant way of eating, comparable to that of a lady from a noble family, was something she had never seen in her younger brother and sister. Although they had been taught not to wolf down their food, they also weren't taught to "just taste" it.
It's really funny and a bit infuriating at the same time.
...Is she making some kind of intestinal herb or crane's crown red? Su Qingluan complained inwardly.
The two little kids finally took their first bite of animal offal as if they were testing poison. They chewed slowly at first, and then the speed at which they chewed increased.
Then, Su Qingluan saw the two of them putting their chopsticks into the soup again!
Then, the two of them simply used a spoon to pour the broth and the water on the wheat rice, and started eating it in big mouthfuls!
Su Xuanhe was older after all, and he ate quickly and had a large appetite, so in less than a cup of tea, he had finished a bowl of "braised offal rice". His mouth was greasy from the broth, and he looked up at Su Qingluan eagerly: "Sister, I want another bowl of wheat rice..."
Yang added more rice to Su Xuanhe's plate and asked curiously, "Don't you usually dislike this wheat rice?"
"I love it today!" Su Xuanhe quickly took the newly added half bowl of rice - Yang was afraid that the child would feel uncomfortable if he ate too much at once - and poured a spoonful of offal soup on it.
Su Qingluan teased her brother with a smile, "Didn't they say 'will anyone really eat this?'"
Su Xuanhe laughed foolishly, and Su Xueyan buried her little face in her rice bowl embarrassedly.
Su Qingluan stopped teasing them and watched the two little ones eating happily with a smile. She also sighed inwardly - it was a pity that these two couldn't eat spicy food, otherwise she would have more choices when cooking.
Should we start by letting them both get used to the spiciness gradually?
The thought only vaguely flashed through Su Qingluan's mind for a moment, leaving no clear impression. However, her younger siblings' performance today made her think that while non-spicy offal might not be as popular as the one with dogwood, it could still be a way to expand the customer base and add another flavor.
However, this idea cannot be implemented for the time being - in the early stages, the right approach is to consider how to reduce costs and increase revenue without reducing product quality.
Half a month later, the weather was getting colder. Especially when the sun wasn't high in the sky, a bowl of spicy, fragrant offal soup warmed up the whole body without the dizziness of alcohol, making it a perfect choice for those working.
Now, the Su family's offal soup stall business is getting better and better.
On this day, Su Qingluan took a pile of used bowls to a tavern behind her to wash them. Unexpectedly, the proprietress of the tavern said, "Girl, your business is so good, don't you want to give us some extra money?"
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