Fortunately, many crabs on the market now are soft-shell crabs that have just shed their shells. Even if Su Guangfu is so "chewing on a peony", he doesn't need to worry about the crab shells scratching his mouth.
Su Qingluan was watching from a distance, and was about to pat his chest and promise, "Don't eat so poorly, as if you have no food to eat. At worst, we can do it again." But he forced himself to hold it back.
After all, crabs are considered a very rare food ingredient in this era. Even if the Su family has enough money for a meal of crabs, they may not be able to buy such crabs in the market with the money.
It's very simple. There is no cold chain transportation these days. If the river and seafood are not stored properly overnight, they will definitely deteriorate and rot.
As for the small streams and rivers nearby, they definitely cannot produce large wild crabs.
From this perspective, the Li family really values the child in Sun Guixiang's belly - although this love is destined to be "unrequited" by Sun Guixiang, thinking of this, Su Qingluan, a typical foodie, couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for this aunt.
Everyone was enjoying the raw pickled crabs so much that they couldn't help but glance at the stewed soup. Seeing this, Su Qingluan quickly told everyone to go home with the excuse that "it's too late, we have to open the stall tomorrow morning." Otherwise, wouldn't everyone at the table - especially the two men - do something weird like drinking stewed soup raw?
Fortunately, the dishes had been cleared away, and there would be time to clean up the crab shells on the table tomorrow, so the Su family members washed up and went back to bed with a sense of unfulfilled desire.
In a flash, another three or four days passed, and the Mid-Autumn Festival happened to be during this period.
Although it was the first Mid-Autumn Festival since she traveled through time, Su Qingluan did not have a very enjoyable time - she was worried about whether the "Four Seasons" series of fruit jams she made could please the nobles in the capital. Also, because a strange customer appeared at the stall that day, she was forced to argue with him for a long time. In short, she was exhausted that day.
Moreover, the sky, which was clear at noon, became cloudy in the afternoon and even started to rain in the evening.
Although there is a custom of "appreciating the moon" in this era, I have never heard of any "moon cakes". Instead, every family makes their own unique pastries and snacks, and everyone eats them while appreciating the moon.
Unfortunately, the rain was getting heavier and there was no sign of stopping. The moon-viewing activity, the only activity that best represented the Mid-Autumn Festival, was forced to be suspended.
Thus, Su Qingluan's first Mid-Autumn Festival since she traveled through time passed silently.
It would be a lie to say that she had no regrets at all, but starting from the next day, Su Qingluan no longer had time to dwell on the tangled thoughts like "the first Mid-Autumn Festival after traveling through time has no atmosphere".
...Because the next day, Mu Xingzhi sent Song Bo to bring her a letter, saying that the students of the "Sketch Learning Class" had all arrived and were waiting for Su Qingluan, the "female teacher", to teach them skills at any time.
So from the opening day of the market, as long as Su Qingluan saw that the offal soup stall was almost sold out, she would throw the remaining change to her parents, and then she would trot off to Mu Xingzhi to "report".
Although Su Qingluan still dressed as a man for the convenience of movement, Mu Xingzhi told several "students" that Su Qingluan was a woman and that she came to teach them how to paint in order to prevent someone from being careless and losing their sense of propriety towards her.
As he spoke, he took out the sketch that Su Qingluan had drawn earlier and gave it to these "students" to reassure them.
As the saying goes, "facts speak louder than words." Seeing that someone with sketching skills could draw an object so vividly, even taking the texture on it into consideration, these people were finally convinced by Su Qingluan - at least on the surface.
However, Su Qingluan discovered that even though these students had to execute all the orders she gave them very quickly, the results were...
“The lines on your hands should flow freely, don’t shake, and don’t use so much force—you’ll break the charcoal!”
"The pinky finger is just raised to give the hand a fulcrum, there is no need to deliberately make the orchid finger!"
"The curves are cut out bit by bit, not just traced with a pen..."
"Use a piece of steamed bread to erase the charcoal marks, don't rub it all over with your hands..."
Although there were only eight students in front of her including Mu Xingzhi, Su Qingluan felt like she was constantly correcting 864 mistakes.
Su Qingluan suddenly recalled a joke she heard in modern times: I was a pig killer in my previous life, and I am a teacher in this life.
As expected, you didn’t deceive me! Su Qingluan sighed.
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