Su Guangfu looked behind his daughter, his eyes wide open. "Daya, why did you buy a round iron sheet? Did you get ripped off by that blacksmith?"
Seeing that her father was about to rush over to the blacksmith to argue, Su Qingluan couldn't help but chuckle: "Father, what are you thinking? This is what your daughter bought!"
"Really?" Su Guangfu was still skeptical.
"Really, really!" Su Qingluan repeatedly assured herself that she had not been cheated, "And the blacksmith made the iron into this shape according to my request."
It turned out that the more than ten taels of silver that Su Qingluan brought was more than enough to buy a kitchen knife, but it was far from enough to buy an iron pot.
So she asked the blacksmith how much ironware she could buy with the money, and after some bargaining, she asked the blacksmith to make her a "flat-bottomed baking pan" that used less iron and was simpler to shape.
This flat-bottomed baking pan was made very simply. Su Qingluan even asked the blacksmith to drill two holes on both sides of the so-called "handle" and then put a leather rope on it for use.
Moreover, this flat-bottomed baking pan is just a thin layer of slightly curved round iron sheet. It is no wonder that Su Guangfu was so surprised and felt that his daughter was cheated - after all, he had never seen such a simple "iron pan".
After listening to Su Qingluan's explanation, Su Guangfu finally felt relieved.
It is always a happy thing to have such a big item added to the home.
As the saying goes, "When good things happen, people feel refreshed." The father and daughter walked and talked, and before they knew it, they arrived home.
Yang and Xuanhe Xueyan had obviously just returned home not long ago - the fire in the kitchen had just been lit and was not yet burning well.
Su Xuanhe saw the "iron piece" on his sister's back and laughed, "Sister! Why are you carrying a ghost shell on your back? Hahahaha..."
Su Qingluan: "..." I have to thank your ancestors for being so good at finding adjectives.
Oh, his ancestors are now her own ancestors as well.
Seeing her brother laughing so arrogantly, Su Qingluan became more and more daring. She pinched his chubby cheeks and pulled them to the sides.
"Heng Heng Heng--!!" Su Xuanhe screamed in pain incoherently, trying to save his face from his sister's hands.
However, he was only seven years old after all. Su Qingluan was much older than him and was used to cooking. She had a lot of strength in her hands, making Su Xuanhe unable to move.
"Do you still dare to laugh so loudly?" Su Qingluan bared her small white teeth.
"Never mind, never mind..." Su Xuanhe's face was pinched until tears welled up in his eyes.
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Don't feel wronged, come and have some candy!"
As he said this, he took out a handful of malt candy that he had just bought in town and shared it with his younger brother and sister.
The little girl immediately flew into Su Qingluan's arms like a butterfly, saying sweetly, "Thank you, sister," and pushed aside a piece of food, her eyes narrowing into two crescents.
Su Xuanhe guessed that he originally intended not to eat "food given out of pity".
However, the so-called "character" could not resist the temptation of the "sugar-coated bullet". Little Su Xuanhe could not help but move one step towards the candy again and again.
Then he said "Ah-wu" and quickly swallowed a piece of candy, chewing it angrily.
Su Qingluan was amused by his arrogance. She teased the two children for a while and walked into the kitchen carrying the frying pan.
"Mom, did you pick any mushrooms today?" Su Qingluan asked.
Yang was busy feeding the baby. Upon hearing this, she smiled and said, "Aren't you washing them right now? We've got quite a few today." Then she pointed to a pile of mushrooms soaking in the basin.
Su Qingluan took a basket and said with a smile, "Mother, let me pick some and make you some fresh dishes tomorrow!"
"Go ahead and pick some! There's enough food for tonight! If not, go pick more tomorrow!"
"Not going to town tomorrow?"
"I saw swallows flying low when I came back just now. I'm afraid it will rain again tomorrow, so I won't be able to go to town."
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Then wait for me to make some preparations today, and I will show you my skills tomorrow!"
The so-called preparation is nothing more than boiling the pot.
Su Qingluan carefully scrubbed the thin iron frying pan with clean water, and threaded leather ropes through the holes on both sides, taking advantage of the fact that Yang was temporarily unable to use the stove to dry it out.
Then scoop out a large piece of white solidified oil from the can storing lard and place it in the center of the iron frying pan. While the lard melts, use a wooden spatula to gently stir the lard to ensure that the fat can be spread to every corner of the pan.
Seeing Su Qingluan scoop out a large piece of lard, Yang couldn't help but feel distressed: "Hey, Daya, what are you doing with so much lard?"
Su Qingluan carefully turned the lard in the iron pot with her hands and explained without looking up: "Mother, this is the 'opening of the pot' that I learned from the blacksmith."
In fact, she knew how to cook in her previous life, but she couldn't tell it, so she pretended to be a novice and asked the blacksmith.
"What does 'open the pot' mean?"
"It prevents the iron pan from rusting and reduces the risk of food getting stuck to the pan when cooking."
"Then why don't you ask the blacksmith to help boil the pot?"
"Mother..." Su Qingluan's tone was filled with a sense of helplessness and laughter. "The blacksmith said that if he was allowed to open the pot, he would have to pay extra."
Originally, the amount of iron needed for this iron frying pan was the same as the silver that Ke Ding Ke Mao had brought with him. Only ten cents were left, and he also bought ten pieces of malt sugar. How could there be any extra for cooking the pot?
After Su Qingluan evenly spread the lard on the surface of the pot, she took two rags to pull the leather rope and carefully placed the hot pot aside to cool naturally.
She helped Yang prepare dinner.
After dinner, my younger brothers and sisters also heard about the so-called "opening of the pot", so they all ran to the kitchen to watch the fun.
When Su Qingluan put the pot on the stove again, the pot had cooled down and the excess lard had slid to the center of the pot, forming a small white round cake.
As the pot was heated again on the stove, the lard melted again. Su Qingluan smeared the fat on the entire surface of the pot again, then moved the pot away and waited for the entire iron pot to cool down automatically.
After repeating this three times, Su Qingluan finally breathed a sigh of relief: Next, she just had to wait for the iron pot to sit for six hours, and it would be ready for use tomorrow morning.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan tried to pull the leather rope for the third time, but only heard a slight "snap" sound. The leather rope was actually broken due to being directly burned by the iron pot due to being exposed to high temperature for a long time!
Taking a thick rag to remove the pot and let it cool, Su Qingluan thought to herself: It would be better if there were wooden handles on both sides...
Wait, wooden handles?
If there is anyone in this family who is good at carpentry, it must be her father Su Guangfu!
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan's eyes were full of stars, and she planned to go to her father to "ask for help".
Unexpectedly, her younger sister Su Xueyan, who had been watching the fun from the side, pulled her sleeve in surprise: "Sister, look, the color of the pot has changed!"
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