This bone is obviously a top-quality thigh bone, and the bone marrow inside is very rich.
In order to prevent the precious and thick bone marrow from falling out during blanching, Su Qingluan carefully split the leg bone into two and placed them in the casserole with the opening facing upwards. In order to prevent the bone from suddenly collapsing, she tied it carefully with a thin hemp rope, and then added a bag of spices made with green onions, ginger and spices to remove the fishy smell.
After the step of removing the fishy smell is completed, you don’t need to worry too much about whether the bone marrow will float out - even if the bone marrow is boiled and melted, it can be dissolved in the soup, which will only make the soup more mellow and rich.
The bone soup base needs to be boiled for a long time to further stimulate the aroma and turn the soup base into a snow-white color, so Su Qingluan turned down the vent and turned to prepare the noodles.
She had tried making dragon beard noodles at Mu Xingzhi's place before, and this time she planned to make the noodles more flavorful.
However, last time I brushed the dough between the pancakes with ordinary soybean oil. Fortunately, the fresh aroma of crab oil and the richness of crab roe and crab paste covered up the faint bean smell.
This time, Su Qingluan learned from this lesson and changed the oiling step to sesame oil. This not only eliminated the bean smell, but also allowed the aroma of sesame oil and pork bone soup to complement each other.
Furthermore, the temperature outside had been dropping steadily over the past few days. Last time, Su Qingluan had let the dough rest for a little too short a time. Although the dragon beard noodles were ultimately a success, it had taken a lot more effort. So this time, she let the dough rest for another half an hour—of course, this was also because she wanted the broth to be richer.
When the bone soup had changed from an almost transparent light white to a thicker milky white, the pork scraps on the leg bones had been stewed until they were boneless. Su Qingluan carefully picked up the leg bones and shook them lightly with a colander. The meat on them was easily peeled off and fell into the thick white bone soup.
Recently, the indoor temperature has been getting colder and colder. Su Qingluan no longer allows Su Xueyan to write big characters in the cold room. Instead, she lets her play hopscotch or other games outside in the sunshine. Before, when the family killed a chicken, no one threw away the relatively long feathers on the chicken's tail, so Su Guangfu made a shuttlecock for the little girl with the chicken feathers.
It was obvious, however, that while Su Guangfu could make a shuttlecock, he couldn't play it. He'd throw the shuttlecock high into the air, but before he could even lift his leg, it'd already hit the ground. Or perhaps he'd used too much force, throwing the shuttlecock too high and too far, making it impossible to kick.
Because of this, although Su Guangfu made a shuttlecock, he was once disliked by the little girl.
On the contrary, Yang, although she was already in her thirties and usually did housework quietly, unexpectedly, when she encountered shuttlecock kicking, she seemed like a completely different person.
He kicked with his left and right feet alternately; he kicked in a circle; he kicked with his toes and then turned around and kicked with his heels... In short, all kinds of tricks were dazzling. Not to mention the two little kids, Su Xueyan and Su Xuanhe, even the "fake" kid Su Qingluan was staring at them and cheering loudly.
I never thought that the master was right next to me!
Su Qingluan tried several times herself, but could only use the most traditional method of using the side of her foot to connect several times in a row, and this was only with her dominant right leg. Her left leg felt like it was filled with lead, and it was difficult to lift it up.
So from the day Yang "showed off her skills", the hopscotch that Su Xueyan never got tired of playing was "banished to the cold palace" and replaced by various kinds of shuttlecock kicking.
However, compared to hopping on the grid which only requires balance, shuttlecock kicking is a sport that requires excellent flexibility, toughness and overall body coordination.
It is not too difficult to perform a few ordinary kicks like Su Qingluan, but if you want to perform fancy kicks like Yang, it is not so easy.
It just so happens that although Su Xueyan looks young, she is very competitive.
The time when she was most enthusiastic about playing hopscotch was at the beginning when she always failed to pass the level.
When she was able to jump over all the squares in one breath without failure, the little girl was extremely happy as if she had achieved some accomplishment.
Then, although she would often play hopscotch, her enthusiasm for the game had obviously declined since then - the most powerful evidence was that when Su Qingluan asked her to write big characters, Su Xueyan always wanted to finish quickly and go out to play, but this time she was willing to be patient and finish writing.
Su Qingluan stuck her head out of the door and looked into the yard. Sure enough, the little guy's main "conquer" today was to turn around and kick the shuttlecock.
Children have a strong ability to imitate and are simple-minded. Even if it is just a shuttlecock, they can entertain themselves by simply imitating one movement.
And it has to be said that Su Qingluan felt that her sister should have some athletic talent - although she can't complete the shuttlecock kicking in circles yet, she can already complete five or six shuttlecock kicking movements in a row on one leg.
At least in Su Qingluan's impression, among the three or four-year-old children she had seen, both boys and girls, there were very few whose motor nerves were so developed and their limbs were coordinated to this extent.
Originally, Su Qingluan thought that her brother, who was always jumping around, was the one with great athletic talent, but she never expected that her sister was also a hidden master!
Perhaps noticing the gaze, Su Xueyan looked left and right, and finally turned back and grinned at her: "Sister, what are you doing? It smells so good!"
This smile made Su Qingluan's heart melt, but it also brought her back to her senses and said, "Let's have some hot noodle soup tonight! Play for a while longer, and we'll have some for dinner!"
After saying that, Su Qingluan went back to the kitchen, washed the white radish picked from the backyard, cut it into thin slices, and scooped out a small amount of bone soup from the big soup pot and put it in a small casserole.
This small clay pot was originally one of the small clay pots used to decoct medicine after Su Qingluan's family fell ill with a cold. Later, everyone recovered from the illness, and these clay pots were still intact, so Yang was reluctant to throw them away.
However, the diameter of the stove hole in the kitchen was too large to accommodate such a small clay pot. Su Qingluan remembered that in her previous life, when she accidentally went to the countryside with her master and his wife, she saw those iron rings made to adjust the size of the stove ring, leaving only a small round hole in the middle. So when she went to the town, she asked the blacksmith to make a set for her.
This iron ring has four diameters in total, with the larger one covering the smaller one. It is large enough to hold pots of various sizes without worrying about the pots falling in.
Yang even showed off the benefits of living in the iron circle to her neighbors.
If it weren't for the fact that the price of this iron ring is still a bit expensive, I'm sure everyone would want to get one.
This time, Su Qingluan chose the smallest stove ring, placed the iron sheets one by one on the fire, and threw all the white radish slices that had been cut earlier into the small pot of soup to boil.
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