In fact, in her previous life, Su Qingluan also loved eating crabs, and she ate them in many different ways.
Steaming crabs, spicy crabs, or raw drunken crabs are the most common simple, rough and practical ways to eat crabs. However, as a cook, when there are so many ways to eat crabs, you will want to try some other tricks.
This time, Su Qingluan was simply itching to try her hand at cooking, so she didn't want to cook the crabs so crudely - besides, raw pickling would not prevent parasitic infection; spicy crabs wouldn't be satisfying without chili peppers; and the only option left was steaming them.
Of course, this cooking method can preserve the original flavor of the crab to the greatest extent, but it also lacks the fun of making one ingredient in a variety of ways.
Today, Su Qingluan was having fun with the ingredients, so it naturally couldn't be as simple as steaming crabs.
Peeling the crab meat is the first step.
In her previous life, Su Qingluan's crab roe peeling skills were comparable to those of the specialized crab roe peeling workers. But ever since she fell ill, she rarely ate crab anymore.
But after all, the basic skills have not been forgotten. When Su Ri'an peeled the first crab, his movements were still a little unfamiliar, but gradually he became proficient.
By the time Su Qingluan started to peel the third crab, she had already found the same smooth movement as in her previous life. She couldn't help but shake her head - eating is indeed the primary productive force!
Su Qingluan was casually complaining about herself in her heart, but her hands didn't slow down at all. Of course, peeling crab roe alone was a bit boring, so she started humming some little songs to entertain herself.
At first she just sang casually, but she thought that no one would come to the kitchen for a while, so she started singing the popular songs from her previous life.
From Teresa Teng, who was her parents' generation, to Jay Chou, whom she listens to, there are songs from all eras.
At this moment, they were singing Teresa Teng's "When Will the Bright Moon Rise?". Su Qingluan's hands moved swiftly, and she was so absorbed in the song that she didn't notice someone coming in from behind. She was startled by the voice behind her.
"This poem is full of sorrow yet possesses a sense of openness. It is truly sublime. I wonder who wrote it?"
Su Qingluan was so frightened by this sudden remark that she almost lost her tongue. She turned around suddenly and saw Mu Xingzhi, who was wearing a bamboo-colored cross-collared long gown and a jade hairpin in his hair. He was sitting on his wooden wheelchair with a smile on his face. He didn't know how long he had been looking at her.
"When... did you come? Why is there no sound?" Su Qingluan asked dryly.
What she really wanted to ask was: How long had this person been listening behind her? There must have been a lot of content in her lyrics that Mu Xingzhi found difficult to understand—especially those that weren't classical music—but how much had he heard? What did he think of it?
I didn't dare to ask, not even a single word. Su Qingluan felt a little timid at this moment.
Mu Xingzhi didn't seem to notice the stiff expression on Su Qingluan's face, and said naturally, "Just now I saw you having so much fun, almost singing and dancing, so I couldn't bear to disturb you."
...You are quite polite when you speak...Su Qingluan complained in her heart with an expressionless face: Doesn't this mean that I was dancing and muttering to myself just now? I guess the tone sounded very strange and out of tune to Mu Xingzhi, an ancient man.
...After all, many of the songs she listened to during this era were eccentric, so it was normal for her to have a different aesthetic.
Su Qingluan turned to look at Mu Xingzhi and forced a smile: "The smell here is very strong. Your clothes look very expensive, so you'd better not be contaminated by the smell of the stove..."
Of course, the above are all empty polite words. What Su Qingluan actually wants to say is: For someone who is obsessed with cooking, the sudden interruption of outsiders is really annoying!
So go somewhere cool and cool!
Mu Xingzhi probably realized that Su Qingluan didn't really want to chat, so he turned around and started to wheel away. But before leaving, he said meaningfully, "The music Qingluan just sang had a lively rhythm and a unique melody. I wonder what kind of music it was?"
...Can you say that about modern pop music?
However, Mu Xingzhi did not seem to want to find out the answer to this question. After all, he knew Su Qingluan a little bit. Looking at her expression, he knew that she would not answer this question.
Just like he had discovered her "unusualness" countless times before, but she knew that Mu Xingzhi had already noticed it, but she insisted on interrupting him, as if she was sure that he must not have any conclusive evidence.
However, Mu Xingzhi also discovered this - even if he secretly sent people to investigate, there was really no clue at all.
The life story of the "Lady of the Su Family" was clear. After being mistakenly taken to the An Ning Marquis' Mansion, she returned to a rural farmhouse thirteen years later.
However, the person in front of him had neither the elegance and grace of a wealthy family nor the vulgarity and embarrassment of a country woman. It was like a third person who had suddenly jumped out from the gap between the two identities. It was really puzzling.
After Mu Xingzhi left, Su Qingluan was finally able to immerse herself in the joy of making delicious food again.
When the crab roe pot was almost finished, Su Qingluan turned to look at the dough. The originally hard dough had become very soft due to the long proofing. This time, Su Qingluan saved much effort when kneading the dough.
After kneading the dough until it was smooth, Su Qingluan divided it into three equal parts and used a rolling pin to press it into slightly rectangular pancakes. This time, the pancakes had fully relaxed and did not rebound again.
Su Qingluan made the three small pieces of dough into "dough sheets" about the thickness of her little finger, then brushed soybean oil on each side to prevent the two pieces from sticking together, then stacked the three pieces of dough together and covered them with a layer of greaseproof paper to prevent the dough from cracking.
The dough needs to be baked for at least half an hour so that it can be more ductile and even pulled into thin dragon beard noodles without any effort.
After finishing all this, Su Qingluan started to peel the crab meat.
During this time, Song Bo came in and asked her if she needed help.
Even eating all twenty crabs, regardless of their appetite, would be quite a chore, let alone peeling them. Su Qingluan could handle it alone, but it would be much easier with help. Su Qingluan thought for a moment and handed the most tedious part of peeling the crab meat to Song Bo.
Of course, his movements couldn't be very skillful at the beginning, but practice makes perfect. After peeling two or three crabs, although his speed was still not as fast as Su Qingluan, Song Bo could also peel them quite well.
Perhaps because of what Mu Xingzhi had told him, Song Bo was obviously very curious about where Su Qingluan learned the skill of peeling crab roe - after all, although Huaxi Village is close to the river, crabs are not easy to come by. If you want to be proficient in peeling crab roe, you naturally have to see them often - but he didn't ask anything, just worked silently, which made Su Qingluan very satisfied.
At this time, Song Bo finally understood what the so-called "sweeping the soup" meant.
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