After several days of being pressed flat by heavy stones and salted, the pork strips were no longer as tender as they had been at the beginning, but had become a bit hard. Furthermore, due to severe dehydration and the large amount of salt on the surface, they looked far from delicious.
Su Xuanhe poked the somewhat hard pork strips and frowned slightly in disdain: "Sister, this fresh pork is specially made like this, how can it be delicious?"
Su Qingluan glanced at the pork strips and kept it a secret: "We've eaten a lot of pork these past few days." Although Su Qingluan had already salted some of the pork, there was still a lot left for minced meat. "Wait a few days, how about we use this salted pork to cook something?"
Although you can taste it now, the moisture inside the pork strips has not been fully dried and dissipated, so it cannot be preserved for a long time. Su Qingluan wants to take advantage of the recent clear and cool autumn weather to make the pork drier and harder.
Only when this is done, can Yang and Su Guangfu feel at ease to hand over the large amount of food to her for processing as winter storage for the next few months.
As Liu Yunniang became more proficient in processing offal, the Su family could gradually skip the early step of processing the offal and directly use the cut offal for braising.
Su Qingluan would conduct random checks for quality control every time. She found that although Liu Yunniang was young, she was very careful in her work. No matter the shape and size of the sewage, or whether it was handled cleanly, she would complete it meticulously and never lowered the quality of her work just for the sake of making more money.
As for Madam Xi, ever since the Su family started hiring Liu Yunniang to work, she had not been as enthusiastic as before in bringing pancakes to Su Qingluan. However, Su Qingluan understood that she was not intentionally distancing herself from him. Instead, she was secretly keeping a closer eye on the area around her stall to see if there were any suspicious people around.
That day, Su Qingluan was busy at the sewage stall when the servant from the Xie Mansion who was almost mistaken for a thief came over again.
This time, he didn't go to the back of the long line to get a number plate. Instead, he walked directly to Su Qingluan and bowed to her: "Madam Su."
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Brother, do you have anything to do today?"
"Yes! And it's a happy one!" the servant said with a smile, "My master's shop has been packed up!"
Su Qingluan paused in response to this, and then exclaimed in surprise, "Really?! That's great!"
"Of course it's true. How could I deceive my lady about such an important matter?" The servant also seemed very happy. "My master told me that whenever you want to use the shop, you can go there. There are special servants over there to take care of you."
Su Qingluan knew that what he meant by "handover" might be something like door keys or other miscellaneous matters, so she nodded and smiled, "Thank you for your hard work, young man. Please allow me to visit you another day to express my gratitude to Young Master Xie."
Su Qingluan knew that as the owner of the shop, Xie Zian had the responsibility to deal with the accumulated water, but the fact that he was willing to keep his promise and rent the shop to her for free was an unexpected surprise.
Although Su Qingluan used a little "trick" at the time, she actually understood that, as the saying goes, "one force can defeat ten skills." Under the absolute power and class oppression, no matter how many tricks she used, if the other party insisted on not admitting what they had promised, she, as a powerless ordinary citizen, would have no way out and could only suffer in silence.
However, the other party not only "abide by the agreement", but Su Qingluan also went to see it several times during this period. In addition to the part where water was deposited under the ground, Xie Zian even ordered the upper floor to be redecorated.
Su Qingluan couldn't help but sigh - what a conscientious shop owner. Just for this, she had to prepare some thank-you gifts.
...Although this thank-you gift has some "ulterior motives" in a sense, Su Qingluan feels that Xie Zian may be happy to see such "ulterior motives".
When the servant heard Su Qingluan's words, he smiled and said, "My young master will probably like your 'thank you gift' very much."
Su Qingluan thought to herself: Yes, he treats her as a dessert ordering machine.
But she was actually very happy because Xie Zian just happened to have an appetite, which gave her room to show her talents - and it just so happened that the "secret weapon" she had been preparing for a while could finally be unveiled on stage.
The previous times, it was Xie Zian who wanted to see Su Qingluan, and Su Qingluan just followed orders and went to Xie's house. But this time was different. Since Su Qingluan wanted to take the initiative to see Xie Zian, she had to write a visiting card first.
While waiting for a reply, Su Qingluan felt like a social animal waiting for the results of an interview. It just so happened that there was a big market today, and the offal soup sold out faster than usual.
After returning home, it was still early and not yet time to make dinner, so she decided to make something to eat to relieve her tension, and by the way, to develop the "Hongfulou" menu which had not been updated for a long time.
Su Qingluan thought about some simple, easy-to-make and delicious desserts and thought of using glutinous rice to make desserts - she happened to have glutinous rice flour and whole glutinous rice at home.
After hesitating for a moment, she decided to use glutinous rice flour and the red dates she had bought earlier to make some osmanthus glutinous rice-filled dates.
Seeing Su Qingluan wandering around in the kitchen, Yang couldn't help but wonder, "Daya, isn't it a little too early to be busy making dinner now?"
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Mother, I want to eat some sweets and make some snacks."
"Oh, it's rare that you want to eat something. I don't have your cooking skills, but at least I can help you." Yang said, and came over to ask, "Do you need to light a fire?"
Su Qingluan nodded embarrassedly: "Sorry to bother you, mother." It had been three or four months since she traveled through time. She had quickly adapted herself to the various lifestyles of this era and used various tools that seemed very outdated and bulky to Su Qingluan, but she was still not very proficient in using many of them.
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