"Change the name?" The Su couple looked at each other.
"Not only me, but my younger brothers and sisters also changed it together."
"Why did you think of changing your name?" Yang asked.
Su Qingluan naturally couldn't say that her real reason was that she wanted to change back to her original name in her previous life, but she had a ready-made excuse ready.
"After all, the name 'Daya' has always been used by the original young lady from the Marquis' Mansion. I wonder if she would mind. Since you want to completely break away from your past life, wouldn't it be better to just change your name? Besides," Su Qingluan glanced outside the door, "if my brother goes to school in the future, the name 'Erzhuang' will be unrefined. It would be better for him to have a formal name."
Su Guangfu and Yang looked at each other and nodded, obviously moved by Su Qingluan.
Then Yang turned around and asked, "But your father and I are not well-educated, so how could we come up with such elegant names?"
"Don't worry about that," she said. She had spent several days thinking of names for her younger siblings to match her own. "I've already made some preparations."
Su Qingluan poured some of the cold water from the coarse earthenware tea bowl onto the table, and used her fingers to dip the water and write on the table: Qingluan, Xuanhe, Xueyan.
Su Qingluan explained, "Luan is a mythical bird that symbolizes good fortune in legends. Crane means 'longevity through pine and crane,' which is similar to how my parents named my younger brother 'Er Zhuang.' Yan is a wild goose, which means 'ambitions of great ambitions.' I hope my younger sister will have lofty aspirations."
Yang smiled and said, "She's just a little girl, why would she want to have such lofty ambitions..."
Su Qingluan only said: "With a broad mind, the world is wide. This way, no matter what happens, you can live a good life."
The parents looked at the handwriting on the table which gradually disappeared as the water stains dried up, and read and recited it over and over again. It was obvious that they were very satisfied with the new names of their three children.
Yang could only sigh: "As expected of someone who has been raised in a wealthy family for many years, this name sounds better than our rough ones!"
On the other hand, the usually silent Su Guangfu looked at Su Qingluan and said, "Girl, did you remember something?"
Su Qingluan felt guilty: Yes, she still has to maintain her image of “forgetting everything in the past”!
Her thoughts raced as she looked at Su Guangfu. "I think I won't forget the knowledge and skills I've already mastered—otherwise, after losing my memory, I'll become a speechless and clueless fool."
The moment these words came out of her mouth, Su Qingluan silently praised herself for her quick thinking: With this reason, in the future, if she puts forward any opinions that should not be put forward by a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, she can also attribute them to "I must have heard them before."
After solving the name problem and getting past the "amnesia" issue, Su Qingluan seemed to have let go of something, and her originally restless heart became settled.
Feeling relaxed, Su Qingluan could clearly feel that her body was recovering faster.
Facing the morning sunshine of a new day, she secretly made great ambitions in her heart: I was adopted by a master in my previous life, and I started learning to cook before I could even speak clearly. With these twenty years of cooking skills, I am afraid that I can't make a good living in this ancient world?
Humph, when the time comes, I’ll open a chain of restaurants here, become rich and live a carefree life, that won’t be a dream anymore!
With the beautiful dream of "the reincarnation of the God of Cooking and being highly sought after" in her head, Su Qingluan ran excitedly to the kitchen and saw Yang preparing "shan" - dinner, one of the two meals a day.
Looking at the brown rice porridge bubbling in the earthenware pot, and then at the wild vegetables placed on the chopping board, which were obviously waiting to be cut, Su Qingluan said with a smile, "Mother, let me help!"
Yang, who was bending over to cook porridge, heard the sound and turned around. Seeing Su Qingluan coming over, she quickly waved at her: "Oh, you are not fully recovered yet. There is a lot of smoke in the kitchen. Take care of yourself!" After saying that, she was about to push her out.
"Mother, I'm fine now!" Su Qingluan turned around on the spot, took her hand and went back to the kitchen, "Let me give you a hand!"
Yang looked at her eldest daughter's slender fingers, which were like tender green onions. She didn't believe her daughter's offer to "help out", thinking it was just an excuse to get closer to her. She couldn't bear to refuse her offer, so after a moment's thought, she glanced at the earthenware pot and said, "Then you can help me watch the stove first and make sure the porridge doesn't get burnt."
Su Qingluan took the long-handled wooden spoon from Yang's hand and stirred the food evenly in the earthenware pot. Looking at the wild vegetables that looked the same as a few days ago, she smiled helplessly: "Mother, I'm fine now. There's no need for the whole family to accommodate me with porridge and wild vegetables every day, especially since my younger brothers and sisters are still growing."
Yang looked puzzled: "What do you mean by accommodating you?"
Huh? Did she misunderstand? Su Qingluan was also confused: "Isn't it because I'm sick in bed and have no appetite that everyone is accompanying me to eat porridge and small dishes?"
For two meals a day, morning and night, coarse flour and multi-grain pancakes, coarse grain porridge and blanched mixed wild vegetables were the most basic and unchanging "three old things". Occasionally there would be a small dish of pickled radish or a piece of tofu with sauce. As for meat, she had not seen any other meat except for one fish soup in the half month since she came here.
Looking at Su Qingluan's confused expression, Yang couldn't help but burst out laughing: "We usually eat this!"
...Huh?!
"...Don't you want to eat fried food?" Su Qingluan suddenly had a bad premonition.
"Stir-frying?" Yang was as if she had heard something out of the Arabian Nights. "Silly girl, you need an iron pan for cooking, and that's a precious thing, costing tens or even hundreds of taels of silver! How can we afford it? Besides, our family doesn't have that much money to buy meat and make oil."
"...So that kitchen knife isn't made of iron?" Su Qingluan felt a little dizzy and powerless.
Yang said as a matter of course: "We don't have any use for those precious things. We are a small peasant family and don't need to chop the bones of big beasts. A red gold knife is more than enough."
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