Yang stretched out her finger and tapped Su Qingluan's forehead: "You silly girl, why are we so worried? Who knows what methods those rich families can use to make things difficult for us..."
"Who could possibly give me a hard time?" Su Qingluan took Yang's arm and leaned close to her affectionately. "My cooking skills are unique in the world, and those nobles have great appetites! They'd love to worship me, hoping to cook more for them!"
Su Qingluan boasted about herself to the skies, but it wasn't for the sake of bragging or seeking a sense of superiority - she was already past that age.
The reason why she said it so exaggeratedly was to make her parents believe that "even if they were rich and powerful, they would not give her any trouble and would even treat her politely because of her cooking skills."
Regardless of whether Yang and Su Guangfu believed her exaggerated statement, the two younger ones did.
The little girl Su Xueyan said happily: "Even if my sister uses wild grass to cook, the dishes are delicious. Everyone will like to eat them!"
Now that Su Xuanhe has been to school for a while and has a little bit of "scholar's baggage", he is not as impulsive and reckless as before. He just nodded in appreciation of his sister's mindless flattery.
Su Qingluan couldn't help but hold her forehead when she saw this: Although she was essentially comforting her family, wasn't this kind of mindless trust in her effect a bit too much?
Blind personality cult is unacceptable!
The family returned home chatting and laughing, and Yang immediately began to prepare dinner.
Su Qingluan wanted to help, but was ordered by Yang to go back to her room and rest: "Daya, you have been busy all day today, you must be exhausted."
“But it’s also very hard for my mother to run the stall~”
"It's just a meal, how hard can it be?" Yang touched her eldest daughter's head. "Yunniang also helped out for a while today, so she wasn't too tired."
"Yunniang?" Su Qingluan was surprised. "Isn't she always in a hurry to come and go, anxious to go back and take care of her father?"
Yang's expression revealed a look of joy. "I heard that ever since Yunniang took over our family's work, Liu Sheng felt sorry for his daughter and his wife running around for him. Lately, he has been trying hard to sit up for a while every day. But sitting up is very strenuous, and he doesn't want his daughter to see his useless side, so he simply kicked her out."
Moreover, Liu Yunniang was a smart girl. She understood the difficulties her father faced in not wanting to speak out loud, so she always found an excuse to go out for an hour or two.
Today, he happened to pass by the Su family's sewage stall. Seeing that Su Qingluan was not there, he took the initiative to lend a hand.
"Speaking of which, Yunniang is really efficient at work. She can organize the work in a very organized manner in just a short time!" Yang sighed.
"Then, mother, have you paid Yunniang extra wages for today?" In their contract with Yunniang, the payment only included handling sewage, but did not include helping to run the sewage stall.
Yang smiled and nodded. "Don't worry, I won't let that girl down. I paid her wages before she left today. But she was too embarrassed to ask for money, so we argued for a long time. You know what, that girl looks dark and thin, but she is actually very strong!"
Su Qingluan thought about her first meeting with Liu Yunniang and thought that it was not surprising. After all, this girl had some skills.
After chatting with Yang for a while, Su Qingluan was sent back to her room because she was considered to be in the way.
Su Qingluan counted on her fingers: six days had passed since she pickled the preserved eggs, and today was the seventh day. It was about time to test the "results".
So she turned around and went to the kitchen, and took the jar of sealed preserved eggs from the spare stove.
When Yang turned her head, she saw her eldest daughter squatting beside another stove behind her, not knowing what she was busy with. She curiously went over to take a look and saw Su Qingluan's brown-black jar.
"What's in this jar?" Yang was a little curious. "What new things have you made?"
Su Qingluan nodded: "This thing is called 'Pidan', also known as 'Songhua Egg'."
"It's made of eggs?" Yang laughed. "I was wondering why there were so few eggs at home, but it turns out you were making some preserved eggs."
"No," Su Qingluan shook her head. "Most of them are made into pickled eggs." Su Qingluan pointed to the jar in the bottom corner of the shelf where the tableware was stored. "I only make these preserved eggs to satisfy my craving - after all, not everyone can accept the taste."
"Oh, that's right. Your father and I have experienced famine and have eaten all kinds of things..." Yang stopped talking halfway, frowning and staring at the jar that Su Qingluan had opened.
What is this pungent smell that is comparable to that of a toilet?
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