Su Qingluan was so embarrassed when she heard such an innocent question: "Eggs! The eggs he said he wanted to bring to Dad!"
Yang covered her mouth in surprise, as if waking from a dream. "Oh, I just boiled five eggs, rinsed them with cold water, and then threw them in the water!"
Yang hadn't actually boiled eggs in cold water. However, Su Qingluan told her that rinsing the hard-boiled eggs in cold water would make them easier to peel. Eating eggs on birthdays was supposed to bring good luck, so if possible, it was best to peel the eggs without removing any of the egg white.
After all, smooth eggs are the "good eggs" that can be rolled smoothly.
However, Yang had not yet made it a habit to rinse the clothes with cold water, so she forgot about it after rinsing them with cold water, which led to the current misunderstanding.
Yang hurried to the kitchen to get eggs, and after a moment she said, "Come on, one for each of you, so that everyone can have good luck!" Then she put the egg on the table and rolled it back and forth with a little force.
With a slight application of force, fine cracks gradually appeared on the thin and brittle eggshell. Yang pried a small hole along the cracks and lifted a piece of eggshell. The white membrane inside the eggshell was torn off along with it, and a large piece of eggshell was torn off.
After just a few strokes, a white, smooth egg lay in Yang's hand.
"Oh, that girl is right. Rinse the eggshells with cold water to make them clean!"
The little girl Su Xueyan looked at her mother's actions and asked in a baby voice, "Then, will Dad's good luck be driven away by us?"
Su Guangfu lovingly touched the top of his little daughter's head and said, "No, it's everyone who helped Dad take away the bad luck."
When the little girl heard what her father said, she seemed to be relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. She also imitated her mother's behavior and rolled the eggs on the table.
But she was too young to control the strength of her hands well, and at first her strength was too weak, so the egg didn't budge at all. Not to mention a crack, there wasn't even a tiny crack!
The little girl looked at everyone else in the family who had gotten the smooth eggs, and her brother had even put the eggs into his mouth with relish!
The little girl was anxious and used more force. Children don't have much experience with their hands, so she used too much force.
Even if she was just a three-year-old human child, when she used all her strength, the force was more than a tiny egg could withstand.
As a result, the egg, which exerted inappropriate force and bore a weight that it shouldn't have, cracked with a sound. Not only did the shell break, but even the egg white cracked, revealing the tender yellow yolk inside.
"Oh!" The little girl looked at the egg that was almost cracked in two, and her eyes instantly filled with tears. Then she held up the egg to Yang pitifully and said, "Dad's good luck was shattered by me!"
Su Qingluan felt her heart flutter with cuteness: What an angelic little baby! Her first reaction wasn’t “my eggs are broken” but “Daddy’s good luck is gone.”
She wanted to exchange her egg for her sister, but when she looked down, she saw that there was a bite missing from the head of the egg, and there were clear teeth marks on it - so clear that she could even tell which tooth had destroyed the egg.
Su Qingluan: “…” She should just shut up.
Fortunately, the little girl always cared about whether she would ruin her father's good luck.
After Yang and Su Guangfu coaxed her for a long time, and after she learned that she had successfully helped her father "get rid" of the bad luck, the little girl burst into laughter again and ate the two-part egg in her hand with great joy.
Although there were some minor incidents during the meal, it was still very enjoyable overall.
After dinner, Yang and Su Qingluan went to wash the dishes, Su Xuanhe went to recite his lessons, and Su Guangfu, as the birthday boy, was forced not to do housework today, so he played with Su Xueyan in the yard.
When Su Qingluan returned to her room, although it was still early, it was already autumn. Even though it was not yet time to go to bed, it was already pitch dark outside.
Although Su Qingluan was not used to light sources like candles and oil lamps, which lacked illumination and swayed from side to side, she had no other choice. Even lying in bed, she could only make do with pancakes, so she had to make do with it.
Fortunately, Su Qingluan didn't want to read or write too much under this kind of light. She was thinking about how to recruit people and arrange staff next - most importantly, what to make for the next series of jam.
The busiest period for the autumn harvest has passed, so Su Qingluan is not worried about not being able to recruit workers.
However, it was a headache for her to figure out how to arrange these people.
It’s not that the work is too busy, quite the opposite - if you have to say, the process is actually very simple.
Pick wild fruits, mash them, cook them, add various spices or seasonings to improve the flavor, stir them evenly again, seal them for storage and wait for the various flavors to fully blend, and everything will be fine!
In fact, if they put all their efforts into it, Su Qingluan can guarantee that, based on the hands-on ability of the hardworking villagers in Huaxi Village, all the processes can be completed in less than three days - and this is under a situation where the pace is not too tight and is relatively leisurely.
If we put in the effort to harvest the crops, it would probably only take one or two days.
However, sometimes labels such as "handmade", "luxury goods" and "craftsmanship" often do not represent "efficiency" and "high productivity", but "meticulous" and "picky".
It means "a bone can jump out of an egg."
So Su Qingluan was thinking about how to make each ordinary step of making jam appear more "high-end" to satisfy the self-esteem of those wealthy people.
Whenever she had an idea, she would use a charcoal pencil to write a few simple strokes on the rice paper next to her - of course, these crooked characters looked like ghost drawings to outsiders, but Su Qingluan knew that these were the simplified symbols she learned from taking class notes over the years in her previous life.
Of course, at least in this era, only she can understand these symbols.
These inspirations were very messy, and Su Qingluan wrote down whatever came to her mind. She didn't even have time to wash up before she fell asleep on the bed with her clothes on.
However, because you don't sleep on a pillow, there are always problems of one kind or another. For example, Su Qingluan got a stiff neck the next day.
After opening her eyes, Su Qingluan's neck was as stiff as if it was made of cement. She dared not move an inch: ... Is she going to the Xie Mansion to apply for work injury? !
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