Su Qingluan didn't understand what Yang meant at first.
It wasn't until the other person looked her up and down that she realized she was wearing women's clothing.
Although the women's clothing of the common people in this era was not as loose-fitting and long-sleeved as that of the nobles, with jingling rings, it was relatively simple, light and easy to wear.
However, compared with men's clothing, there are still many inconveniences.
Not to mention anything else, the short and brown robe, which is the most convenient for walking outside, is not women's attire.
Even if common women do not have as many gold hairpins and silver ornaments as rich women, they must still wear skirts as their lower body.
What's more, women's daily buns are not as neat and convenient as men's.
Su Qingluan thought that if she wasn't afraid that her parents would think it was inappropriate for a woman to dress as a man, she would have brought it up a long time ago.
Now that they had taken the initiative to propose it, Su Qingluan naturally took the opportunity and agreed to it without hesitation.
Yang found a set of men's clothing from the box and said, "Your brother's height has changed over the past couple of years, so I made this suit specially for him. He can't wear it yet, so try it on. If it doesn't fit, I'll make some alterations for you."
Su Qingluan went back to the house and changed into men's clothes, which attracted her younger brothers and sisters to come and join in the fun.
"Wow! Sister has become brother!" The little girl was so happy that she was heartless.
"Hmph." This was the little Su Xuanhe who realized that he was wrong but had not yet recovered from the "hatred of having his meat stolen" during dinner just now.
"Oh my, it fits her perfectly. You can tell at first glance that she's a handsome young man." Yang looked up and down at her eldest daughter's men's version of clothing with a smile on her face, and was obviously very satisfied.
Finally, seeing her father looking you up and down, nodding his head, Su Qingluan asked with a smile, "Dad, what are you looking at? Is it because of your daughter looking so heroic in men's clothing?"
Originally, Su Qingluan thought that Su Guangfu would reply with something like "Don't be too proud and complacent" to tell her not to be too arrogant.
Su Guangfu held it in for a long time before saying, "Well, you dress well, you can't tell you're a girl."
Su Qingluan: “…”
Dad, you are my real dad. Are you praising me or insulting me?
At the same time, in a small courtyard east of Huaxi Village that looked ordinary from the outside, two people were holding hands and talking under the sparse moonlight and starlight.
"Snap", "Snap", "Snap"... the sound of chess pieces placed randomly on the chessboard seems particularly crisp in this quiet courtyard.
After a moment, Song Bo, who was playing with black pieces, sighed with a smile and shook his head: "Zhao Song admits defeat." He then abandoned the chess piece in his hand and threw it back into the chess box woven with bamboo strips.
Mu Xingzhi, who was playing white on the opposite side, also put down his chess piece upon hearing this and said calmly, "Song Bo, there is no need to admit defeat so early - your heart is not at peace."
Song Bo did not deny this - even if he denied it, the person opposite him had the ability to see through people's hearts, and he would be exposed.
He simply looked up and said anxiously, "I don't know why, but 'over there' has been' unusually quiet lately. And yet, I've sent people to investigate several times but to no avail. It's really unsettling."
Knowing that the other party is waiting for an opportunity, but still not taking any action, this kind of waiting is the most torturous.
However, Mu Xingzhi seemed to have not sensed the anxiety and simply said, "Even though we know it's unusual, we can't proceed rashly."
The other party's calm voice helped Song Bo calm down his inner anxiety.
Just as he was about to speak again, Mu Xingzhi suddenly mentioned something else: "Go check on the An Ning Marquis Mansion."
"Marquis Anning's Mansion?" Song Bo was stunned, then thought, "But what's the problem with the Su family recognizing their daughter?"
"It's still unclear." Mu Xingzhi casually picked up a black dot that had been removed and played with it in his hand. "However, the Su family lady does have many unusual characteristics... It is said that she has lost her memory."
"Amnesia?"
"Yes, as soon as he returned to his biological parents, he fell into the water and lost his memory - what a coincidence, isn't it?" Mu Xingzhi chuckled.
"I obey your command." Song Bo stood up, clasped his fists, and then jumped up lightly and disappeared from the small courtyard.
"Snap!" With the crisp sound of the chess piece falling, Mu Xingzhi dropped the black piece in his hand onto the chessboard. In an instant, the black piece that was almost doomed to die came back to life and a glimmer of hope appeared.
The next day, Su Qingluan went out wearing men's clothes.
It must be said that it is indeed lighter and more flexible. However, this outfit made Liang, the shopkeeper who had been waiting for Hongfulou since early morning, stunned.
"Madam Su, why did you change your hairpin into a hat?"
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "There's no other reason, it's just that traveling is more comfortable and convenient."
Shopkeeper Liang led her to the kitchen as expected, but this time she was no longer greeted by the same suspicious, disdainful, or even vaguely hostile gazes as before.
Su Qingluan washed her hands and smiled, "This time, the recipe is called a 'dish', but it can actually be used as a staple food. It's quite filling, and it's flexible and can be changed with the seasonal vegetables - but the corresponding sauce needs to be improved."
Chef Xu Yuanwei was much kinder to Su Qingluan this time than at first. He simply asked, "We have all the necessary kitchen utensils and ingredients here. Why is Miss Su still holding a package?"
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Master chef, please don't be offended. You may not have these two things I brought with you."
"Oh? I'm curious, what did Miss Su prepare that my kitchen doesn't have?" Shopkeeper Liang also looked at the small cloth package with some curiosity.
It is just the middle of the morning, and it is not yet time for Hongfulou to open for business and welcome guests.
When Su Qingluan arrived at the kitchen, the stove had just been lit, so she asked, "Have you killed any chickens?"
The so-called "cleanly killed" refers to the chicken that has been plucked, bled, and its internal organs removed.
Xu Yuanwei pointed to the lively chicken in the bamboo cage in the corner of the kitchen and said, "Not yet. It's too early to kill it. If you don't use it, it won't be fresh tomorrow."
Su Qingluan complained in her heart: Okay, she forgot again. It is a hot summer now and there are no fresh food preservation techniques. Basically, these poultry have to be killed and eaten immediately.
"How about I help Madam Su kill a chicken?" Xu Yuanwei asked.
He, the master chef, was asking this question sincerely, but someone behind him sneered, "You can't even kill a chicken, why are you showing off here?"
No wonder some people provoke.
Although Su Qingluan showed off her skills here last time, it was the peak meal time and the kitchen was bustling with activity.
The only ones who actually watched Su Qingluan making the fish soup were Manager Liang and Chef Xu. Even if the other kitchen helpers and waiters wanted to watch carefully, they were so busy that they had no time to look closely.
And this time, she really had to start her "cooking show" under the watchful eyes of everyone in the kitchen.
Is this a challenge?
Su Qingluan looked around, seeing either provocative or curious eyes.
In that case, she will take on this challenge next!
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