As the three of them simultaneously put their noses close to the pitch-black object, an indescribable pungent smell rushed straight to their heads.
"vomit--"
“Cough cough cough…”
"What... is this smell?" Seeing one of her parents retching from the fumes and the other coughing from choking, Liu Yunniang couldn't help but pinch her nose and frown as she stared at the egg in her hand that was so black that it seemed transparent.
At this moment, she suddenly remembered the meaningful look in Su Qingluan's eyes when she handed her the egg.
...Is that why they let me take one home and "try it out" first? Liu Yunniang muttered to herself.
Although my parents disliked it in many ways, the unique flavor of the porridge I had eaten before was not an illusion. In fact, Liu Yunniang even bought some fine glutinous rice that she had been reluctant to buy for a long time in order to make this century egg and lean meat porridge today!
"Dad, Mom, Qingluan has helped our family so many times, would she cheat us on such a trivial matter?!" Liu Yunniang's words temporarily suppressed Liu Sheng and Xi Niangzi's doubts.
Seeing that her parents no longer let her throw away the preserved egg, Liu Yunniang breathed a sigh of relief and made the preserved egg and lean meat porridge according to Su Qingluan's menu.
Aside from the cooking method for the preserved egg, this dish is basically simple and basic, without any particularly advanced cooking techniques. Liu Yunniang is not a delicate young lady who has never touched the water, so she naturally picked it up at first glance.
What's more, Su Qingluan marked out in detail the details that need to be paid attention to and that are easy to cause accidents, and even kindly commented at the end: "Don't eat too fast, be careful of the burnt mouth."
So when the century egg and lean meat porridge came out of the pot, it received unanimous praise from the three members of the Liu family without exception.
Although Su Qingluan did not disclose the method of making preserved eggs, they originally thought that it was someone else's "secret recipe" and should not be revealed casually.
What's more, Liu Yunniang specifically pointed out that this production method might be risky, and the three of them sighed again.
Not to mention that the Liu family of three praised Su Qingluan's craftsmanship, the next day soon arrived.
Although Su Qingluan also worked with her parents today, she took some time to visit a carpenter's shop: "Uncle, can you make what I want?"
When the middle-aged man saw that it was Su Qingluan, he nodded quickly and said, "Don't worry, young lady. You are an old customer, so we naturally remember you. Are you satisfied with it?" As he said that, he took out two pens that were about the same size as a small brush from the drawer under the shop.
The front ends of these two pens weren't made of animal hair, but rather "simple pencils" made of wood wrapped around a charcoal stick. Because the charcoal stick was so soft, Su Qingluan even requested that both pens have tightly fitting caps!
Su Qingluan looked it up and down, and except for being a little thicker, the craftsmanship was not much worse than the pencils she had seen in modern times!
Su Qingluan nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, uncle."
"It's not hard, thank you for the one hundred coins!" One hundred coins is one tael of silver.
Su Qingluan thought these two pencils were really expensive! But she also knew that they were considered "special handicrafts", and because the pen tubes were very thin, the charcoal sticks were soft and easy to break due to the lack of the necessary clay ratio.
In this era, there were no modern pencil production lines, so this kind of "high-precision and fine work" really tested the technical level of the craftsmen.
Frankly speaking, Su Qingluan felt that this carpenter's craftsmanship was slightly inferior to her own father's - it wasn't because of the family filter, but when Su Guangfu was making wooden objects, he often had many small ideas that even Su Qingluan didn't expect.
But she also knew that the purpose of this "pencil" must not be known to her father - at least for now it had to be kept absolutely secret.
Moreover, the carpenter shop in front of her was the one that carved the outer packaging for her "Four Seasons" series of jams. She had shopped around the whole town and found the best carpenter except for her father.
If a craftsman has good skills, the price he asks for will usually be higher than those with poor skills - not to mention that in today's era, although one hundred yuan is a bit expensive, it is not considered "an exorbitant price".
After paying the money readily, Su Qingluan turned around and went back to the stall to help her parents with the offal soup.
Since Su Qingluan often ran around while setting up her stall and would suddenly disappear for a while, neither Su Guangfu nor Yang noticed when Su Qingluan went to get the pencil this time.
After returning home, Su Qingluan greeted Yang with the two books she had just finished reading: "Mother, I'm going to return the books to Mr. Mu!"
Yang smiled and said, "You go borrow books every few days like this, and Mr. Mu hasn't said anything. We can't just not express our gratitude at all. Why don't you bring two pieces of pickled pork?"
Su Qingluan shook her head: "Mr. Mu has difficulty moving and is prone to swelling in his feet. It is better not to let him eat such salty food." What's more, she would naturally bring a "gift" to the other party today, but not to express gratitude, but as a condition of exchange.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan put away the two pencils hidden in her arms.
Yang understood that if Su Qingluan made a decision, it would be difficult to change it even if she was her mother, so she smiled and nodded.
Su Qingluan took the book and rushed to Mu Xingzhi's house and knocked on the door.
The door opened quickly, but Song Bo still said, "The boss is not feeling well and is resting, so it is not convenient for him to see guests."
Normally, when Song Bo said this, Su Qingluan knew that she should just turn around and leave.
But today she came to "show her cards" in a sense. Although she didn't have to reveal all her cards, she at least needed to make the other party pay enough attention.
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