To prevent over-frying of spices and side dishes, which would cause the oil to smoke or produce a burnt smell, Su Qingluan would use a colander to remove any ingredients she found curling or blackening. However, even when the heat was turned down, items like ginger, which were more resistant to frying, would only curl and brown.
At this time, the soybean oil is no longer the yellowish-brown color it was at the beginning, but is lighter and slightly green in color. If you smell it up close, you can smell the special aroma of Sichuan pepper and red Sichuan pepper.
In order to enhance the aroma of the oil, Su Qingluan placed the previously fried sesame seeds at the bottom of a large bowl, and then poured the freshly fried and still hot oil on top.
In an instant, the hot oil was poured on the sesame seeds, making a "sizzling" sound and at the same time stimulating the unique and mellow aroma of sesame seeds.
At this time, the unique fragrance of Sichuan pepper oil and the mellow aroma of sesame are mixed together to form a more layered and rich fragrance.
Su Qingluan carefully placed a bowl of hot oil on the top of the shelf. Even she had to lift the bowl above her head with both hands to place it, so that her little sister would not run into the kitchen and touch the bowl of oil and get burned.
After boiling the clear oil, the next step was to boil the soup base. Su Qingluan turned around and took out a large oil paper package from the package she had just brought back. She opened it and found several cleaned pork shanks.
The meat had already been bought, and the bones were usually thrown away. Su Qingluan's family often went to various butcher stalls to pick out offal, so they were familiar with the butchers. They simply gave her a few freshly shaved ribs and a piece of pork with fat and lean meat.
Su Qingluan thought about it and decided to pickle the pork. After all, the family had already eaten a lot of pickled bacon.
After adding the shank bones to the soup pot, Su Qingluan also killed a chicken. She marinated the thicker parts of the chicken, such as the legs and wings, to be fried later, and cut the remaining oily parts into pieces and threw them into the soup pot.
He casually tied the green onions into knots, smashed the ginger pieces, added star anise, bay leaves, cinnamon, and ginkgo nuts, tied them tightly with gauze, and threw them all into the soup pot. Then he turned around and cut half a palm-sized piece of bacon, sliced it into thin slices, and put them into the soup pot together. He then filled it with water, used a bellows to make the fire inside, and turned around to process the pork that he wanted to make bacon and the chicken that he wanted to make into fried chicken.
By the time Su Qingluan had pressed the marinated meat with something heavy and marinated the chicken pieces, the soup pot over there was already bubbling.
Since they prepare their own soup base at home every day, they naturally don’t need luxurious ingredients like minced meat to clean the soup. Su Qingluan only uses a soup spoon to skim off the floating foam bit by bit.
At this time, because there was still a lot of fatty bone marrow left in the leg bones, and the chicken skin was also the part that was more likely to produce oil, not to mention that Su Qingluan did not specifically pick out the chicken fat this time, so these fat-rich parts gradually began to emulsify in the boiling water, making the soup gradually turn milky white.
Seeing this, Su Qingluan closed the air outlet of the bellows slightly to slow down the fire of the boiling water and reduce the loss of broth.
Turning around, she began to prepare the food.
It was almost the junction of Wei and Shen hours, and Su Qingluan thought that her father, mother and younger brother should be back by now.
As expected, this person couldn't help but mutter. Just as Su Qingluan was thinking this, she heard Su Xuanhe's loud, childlike voice boasting loudly from afar outside the courtyard: "Master Zhou praised me for being so young, but being able to memorize faster than the other brothers!"
Following behind was Yang, who was muttering something with a smile on her face. However, Yang was not the type to shout like Su Xiaoer, so Su Qingluan could not hear clearly what she was saying.
Su Qingluan smiled unconsciously. She stuck her head out to greet her family, then turned around and started cutting a piece of winter melon.
The winter melon flesh was as white as snow, and when sliced it resembled a wisp of gauze. The carrots were also sliced thinly and neatly stacked on the side, looking very pretty in red and white.
Although there were no sweet potatoes or potatoes in this era, there were still edible root vegetables - such as the yam that Su Qingluan was peeling now.
Actually, this thing has always been sold, and Su Qingluan likes to eat it. However, the slime is very troublesome, so Su Qingluan has always stayed away from it.
However, Su Qingluan was unable to resist the temptation of greed. She thought that her father had more than one pair of carpenter gloves, so she simply took out a spare pair this time.
In order to prevent confusion in the future, Su Qingluan specially took out bright yellow and light green two-color conspicuous silk threads and embroidered a pattern on it.
At first, she wanted to embroider a small flower shape, but after she started, Su Qingluan looked at the unknown object on the gloves and gave up - at least a ball of thread was left, which was a mark after all, right?
As soon as Yang came into the kitchen, she saw Su Qingluan peeling yam with gloves on.
She raised her nose and sniffed, "Wow, what kind of soup smells so good?" Then she saw what Su Qingluan was holding and waved her hands, "Put that thing in the water so I can peel it. It's itchy on my hands!"
Su Qingluan smiled mischievously: "That's why I brought Dad's carpenter gloves... um, Dad~" Seeing Su Guangfu walking in, Su Qingluan's voice immediately became flattering.
Su Qingluan felt a little stressed out after finally being caught red-handed while trying to steal something.
However, Su Guangfudao didn't say much, only reminding: "There is a pair of gloves that were used when we renovated our yard. The dirt on them is not easy to wash off, so don't use that pair."
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