From a distance, Yang only saw her eldest daughter take out two eggs covered with mud from the jar, knock off the mud on the outside, and then wash them with water.
Glancing over there, Yang felt that the skin of the egg seemed a little different from what she had imagined, a little gray, but she didn't take it too seriously.
But when Su Qingluan peeled the egg and revealed the shiny black "egg white" inside, Yang couldn't help but lean over to take a look.
Then, she felt a very pungent smell at the tip of her nose, which reminded her of the smell of a toilet.
Like a conditioned reflex, Yang quickly dodged to the side and pinched her nose. "Hey, Daya, is this egg bad? Why is it this color and smell this way?"
Su Qingluan carefully peeled the preserved egg, revealing the egg white inside, which was black with a slightly transparent brown color. Looking closely against the outdoor light, she could see radiating patterns on the surface.
She nodded secretly with satisfaction: It seems that the skill of making preserved eggs in her previous life has not been lost. I will definitely satisfy my craving for them later.
Thinking of this, she peeled the other preserved egg and placed it on the plate. Even if the preserved egg was not a failure, one should not eat too much of it after all. And judging from Yang's reaction, the promotion might really fail in the end. In this case, Su Qingluan planned to peel only two preserved eggs.
As a result, just after peeling the skin, he heard his mother suspecting that the preserved egg had gone bad. Turning his head, he saw Yang pinching her nose and frowning, looking very disgusted.
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Don't worry, mother. Although this 'pickled egg' smells a bit pungent, it has a unique flavor and is not bad. Where is our cotton thread?"
"In the basket on the lower right corner of the bedside table in my room - what do you want the cotton thread for?" Yang was still a little skeptical.
Su Qingluan kept it a secret: "You'll know in a moment!"
"This girl, why is she talking nonsense again..." Yang shook her head when she saw Su Qingluan sprint into the house. She lowered her head and looked at the preserved egg with disdain, then took another close sniff and muttered, "Isn't this just the smell of a toilet? Is this thing really edible?"
After a while, Su Qingluan came back into the kitchen with a roll of white cotton thread, tore off a suitable length of cotton thread, wet the cotton thread with water, pressed it vertically on top of the preserved egg, and pressed hard, and the preserved egg was split into two.
The semi-liquid egg white was greasy, but Su Qingluan suppressed the urge to take a bite and pressed the cotton thread onto the preserved egg again.
One point and four and a half, the two preserved eggs were divided into eight equal parts. Su Qingluan placed the eight preserved eggs evenly on the plate to form a circle, and put a small seasoning dish in the middle with aged vinegar and a little thick sesame oil.
Although it was a bit regrettable that there was no chili oil, there was nothing that could be done about it - after all, from the current point of view, Su Qingluan had not seen any red peppers on the market, nor had she come across corn, potatoes or tomatoes.
It's not like she hadn't asked around; after all, this place did have a bit of a "remote and remote" feel to it. But even someone as knowledgeable as Mu Xingzhi had never seen the food Su Qingluan described to him.
...Although Su Qingluan used the name of "imagination", but looking back, Mu Xingzhi's eyes at the time were very subtle, and she didn't dare to be too naughty and ask too obviously.
Recovering her thoughts, Su Qingluan brought the plate of preserved eggs to the table.
As expected, apart from myself who was drooling over a plate of preserved eggs, my parents, brother and sister all kept their distance from this black "unidentified object".
"Sister, this egg is stinky!" The little girl Su Xueyan pinched her delicate little nose and wrinkled her eyebrows. Su Xuanhe's face was also full of the word "disgust".
Su Guangfu's reaction was probably the calmest; he didn't show any obvious resistance on his face. However, Su Qingluan noticed that he pulled his small stool away from where the preserved egg was, even if only slightly.
…It seems like everyone really dislikes me.
Su Qingluan was in a very awkward position, having made such a "universally disliked" dish for the first time. However, she also understood that taste was something that could not be forced. For example, she couldn't get used to the popular tea soup of the era—the kind that boiled tea leaves, salt, and spices together and drank it. She thought it was very unorthodox, but that didn't stop people of that era from enjoying it.
Although she didn't hold out much hope, Su Qingluan still wanted to defend the reputation of preserved eggs: "I'm telling you, don't be so disgusted by them - although they smell bad, they taste really good. In fact, there are many things that smell bad but taste good. Isn't offal soup a good example?"
The last example of "offal soup" is a very vivid and convincing one. After all, everyone used to want to hide away from the smelly offal, but now the whole family enjoys it.
Seeing that everyone was eager to try it again, Su Qingluan pointed to the aged vinegar and sesame oil dish in the middle: "The pungent smell on the surface of the preserved egg will be gone after being dipped in aged vinegar, and it will be more delicious and refreshing?" So are you really not going to try this recommendation?
Finally, Yang said, "Since Daya said so, I'll give it a try..." After a pause, she cautiously discussed with Su Guangfu, "Dad, shall we have a piece?"
Su Guangfu looked at the size of the preserved egg and nodded cautiously.
Generally speaking, whenever Su Qingluan comes up with a new food, the two little guys, Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan, always rush to try it first.
But this time, the two little ones seemed very "steady and modest", waiting quietly for their parents to "taste the food", and carefully picked up the "vegetables and rice that at least looked very normal" made by their mother.
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