By the time the broth started to bubble, Su Qingluan had already taken all the eggs out of the rice vinegar, rinsed them with clean water, and set them aside to dry.
After the brine is boiled, it needs to be left to cool completely. It is also necessary to wait until the vinegar-dipped eggs are completely dry. So Su Qingluan simply put the small ceramic jar where she planned to store the salted eggs aside, and turned her attention to the eight eggs that she took out separately.
Because quicklime is needed to make preserved eggs, Su Qingluan was originally a little worried about the difficulty in obtaining this material.
However, when the family was renovating the house before, a lot of limestone was calcined and quicklime was burned. There is still a lot of it at home now, which is stored in the utility room. The door is usually locked for fear that the two children might get hurt accidentally when they go in.
Su Qingluan naturally didn't have to worry about making such a low-level mistake as burning her hands with quicklime - after all, in her previous life, not to mention doing experiments in college, even when doing fun experiments in elementary and junior high school, the teachers had told her many times to protect her skin and avoid direct contact with quicklime.
After finding Su Guangfu's sheepskin gloves, Su Qingluan carefully shoveled out some quicklime with a shovel, and used an iron hook to hook out the ready-made wood ash in the furnace, added salt, and put them all into a small basin, and then carefully added cold water along the wall of the container.
In order to prevent the cold water from splashing out, Su Qingluan specially took a pair of chopsticks as a tool to divert the water flow. She added a little water and carefully stirred the mixture of quicklime, wood ash and salt.
Later, as more water was added, the mixture became thicker, so Su Qingluan could only use a spoon to stir the mixture back and forth, until it eventually became muddy.
Su Qingluan carefully touched the small ceramic basin. Even through the sheepskin gloves, she could feel the amazing heat generated by quicklime after mixing with water.
It would take some time for the mud to cool down, so Su Qingluan thought about it and put the mud on the top shelf of the kitchen shelf. This way, even if Su Xueyan came to the kitchen out of curiosity and accidentally touched something, she would not be accidentally burned by quicklime.
As for her, she had to take advantage of the cooling time of the mud to clean up the scattered quicklime and wood ash, otherwise it would not be good if the chicks and ducklings ran over and accidentally got burned.
After cleaning up the scattered quicklime and wood ash, the temperature of the mud used to pickle the preserved eggs also dropped. Su Qingluan, wearing gloves, evenly spread the mud on the surface of the eggs, placed them in a dark brown ceramic jar, sealed it with oilcloth, and placed it in a cool and ventilated place.
The braising liquid needed to be left to cool for a long time. Su Qingluan looked out and saw that the sky was gradually clearing up. It was only just past noon, so it was still early and not time to cook dinner.
So she said hello to Sun Guixiang, told Su Xueyan that she was going out, and turned around to go to Mu Xingzhi and start playing the role of the annoying Party A who was black-bellied, cruel, troublesome, and annoying. As for the severely tortured Party B, in fact, in addition to Mu Xingzhi, it also included Song Bo, who had two big heads.
Recently, Song Bo no longer looked at Su Qingluan as a "diligent and smart little girl", but as "Why do you have so many troubles, little girl, and they never end?"
However, Su Qingluan said: Although she is the Party A on Mu Xingzhi's side, she is definitely the Party B on Xie Zian's side!
After running around for half a month, there are some results.
Finally, the four tea-flavored jams of the "Four Seasons" series were placed in four exquisite and elegant porcelain jars. The colored glaze patterns on them were designed by Mu Xingzhi according to each flavor and the overall theme. The outermost wooden box not only retains the engraving board of Mu Xingzhi's pattern, but the overall shape is unified, which makes people know that these four are a series at first glance.
When Su Qingluan rushed to deliver the four kinds of jam to Xie's residence before the deadline, Xie Zian raised an eyebrow and said, "The packaging is so exquisite. How come the jam you presented to me earlier was so simple?"
Su Qingluan had dealt with this immature and troublesome boy several times. Although she didn't like this guy, she did understand him a little.
Therefore, before Xie Zian even opened his mouth, she guessed that he might be about to make things difficult again. She was prepared for this, so she calmly bowed and said with a smile, "Xie Xiaolang, you are wrong. The jam you used may look a little crude, but it is from the first batch. Its advantage is its novelty and unprecedented style. No matter how exquisite the container is, it cannot compare to this."
Xie Zian's unhappy face finally cleared up after hearing Su Qingluan's words. But how could he be Xie Zian if he was so easy to talk to and didn't make trouble?
Then he rolled his eyes and slapped the mahogany table in front of him: "Su Qingluan, you are so bold that you dare to present a jam that is not as good as mine to my grandmother! I think you don't take my grandmother seriously!"
Of course, although his voice was loud, the housekeeper who had watched this willful young man grow up could see clearly that when Xie Zian said this, his tone was very relaxed, with a mischievous cunningness, and it was obvious that he wanted to play a trick on Su Qingluan.
Su Qingluan naturally understood that unless Xie Zian had taken the wrong medicine, it would be impossible for him to suddenly attack her at this time. However, she was indeed annoyed by Xie Zian's moody attitude.
She looked at the jam that was so close to her, grabbed it into her arms at lightning speed, hugged it tightly and held it in the air.
Xie Zian had originally been very unhappy because Su Qingluan had always been neither humble nor arrogant, unlike ordinary servants who were submissive and fawning to him. But in fact, he didn't really want to do anything to Su Qingluan at this time.
After all, he still had to rely on the fruit jam in Su Qingluan's hand to please his grandmother and see if he could return home early this New Year - he was fed up with this lonely life away from the prosperous capital and those aristocratic and wealthy friends.
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