When Su Qingluan led her sister into the yard, she saw her father sitting beside the earthen brick stove, sharpening wooden sticks.
My younger brother, with a colorful face like a little cat, was moving firewood over here with a "hehehe" sound.
Seeing Su Qingluan and her sister walk into the house, Yang came out of the kitchen, wiped her hands with the apron around her waist, and greeted them with a smile: "You said you wanted to grill fish, so mother made a few side dishes. Now we are just waiting for the fish to be grilled!"
After a period of transition, the Su family has completely accepted their daughter Su Qingluan as the main force in the kitchen - it's because the things Su Qingluan makes are often fresh in style and more delicious.
Even Mrs. Yang was aroused by her daughter and started thinking about how to cook better.
Su Qingluan responded and asked her sister to go into the house to change her clothes that were dirty from the fall, while she went to the kitchen to clean the fish.
Today, they bought a lot of spices from foreign merchants. Su Qingluan was not sure how well her family could adapt to the various spices, so she prepared different spice recipes according to different proportions.
Some are more spicy, some are more salty and fragrant. They are classified into different categories and marked with different labels, and the differences in seasonings are recorded separately.
Yang was also helping her eldest daughter in the kitchen.
Seeing her mother about to gut the fish, Su Qingluan quickly stopped her, saying, "Mother, don't make the opening so big. Make it smaller. If you have a sewing needle and thread, you can sew the belly back up later."
Yang was no longer surprised by her daughter's strange behavior with food, so she simply asked, "Why do you sew the belly shut after you've cut it open?"
Su Qingluan kept it a secret: "Mother, don't ask, you'll know soon. Where are the dishes I told you to prepare?"
"Here, bean sprouts, soaked dried tofu skin, cucumber, cabbage, and lotus root slices are all here." Yang put the neatly arranged dishes into a large plate and placed it in front of Su Qingluan.
Su Qingluan took the rinsed fish and marinated it carefully inside and out. She turned around to check if the fire outside was lit, and also to see if her father, a skilled carpenter, had made the "grilled fish skewers" she had imagined.
It really worked!
Su Qingluan looked at the "sticks" that were about a foot long and thinner than her little finger in surprise, and looked at her father with shining eyes: "You are so great!"
To be honest, the shape of this stick is not particularly complicated.
However, not everyone can make several wooden sticks of uniform thickness, without excessive bends, and with sharp tops by hand in such a short time.
Su Guangfu was even afraid that his daughter would prick her hand, so he ground every skewer into a smooth surface!
Su Qingluan was so reluctant to use up these wooden sticks because she paid attention to even the smallest details!
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Su Guangfu waved his hand and said, "It's not a rare thing. If you need it next time, just make a new one."
Su Qingluan went back to the kitchen and fiddled with it for a long time, and finally came out holding - or more accurately, holding - three skewers with fish on them.
At this time, the stove made of earthen bricks was already on fire. Su Qingluan quickly added two pieces of wood to suppress the rising flames, and then placed the three skewers of fish in her hand on the already very high earthen stove.
Su Xuanhe stared at the three grilled fish and frowned in surprise: "The fish today are so fat - their bellies are so big!"
Su Xueyan also nodded: "I think their bellies are too fat, they can't swim anymore!" Then, the little girl looked up at Su Qingluan, "Sister, are these fish caught because some of them are too slow?"
This sentence made everyone present laugh.
Yang thought of what her eldest daughter had just said to her in the kitchen, and looked towards the opening of the fish's belly - sure enough, there were faint traces of sutures there.
"Daya, did you really sew up the fish's belly?" Yang wondered.
Su Qingluan nodded, carefully turned the fish over to the other side, then took the melted lard and brushed a thin layer on the surface of the grilled fish.
The grease dripped onto the charcoal from the burning wood below, making a "sizzling" sound and emitting a burst of the aroma of burnt egg whites.
As time goes by, the skin of the fish gradually turns brown, and the taste of the fish is mixed with the spicy and salty fragrance of spices and a faint fragrance.
Children are most sensitive to smells. Su Xueyan pricked her nose and smiled, "I smell vegetable soup!" Then she looked around and asked curiously, "There's no vegetable soup?"
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Although there is no soup, there are vegetables." As she spoke, she steadily turned the fish over again, turning both sides over.
After a while, soup began to drip from the cut in the fish's belly.
Fortunately, when Su Qingluan pierced the skewers through the fish's belly, she used two skewers for each fish, allowing the whole fish to be roasted in a flat position, so not much soup was lost.
But Su Qingluan still felt a little regretful - there was nothing she could do, the conditions were limited, there was no tin foil and no baking tray.
Although an iron frying pan can barely serve as a substitute, it lacks the special smoked flavor of charcoal-grilled fish and ultimately cannot replace grilling.
While thinking this in her mind, Su Qingluan did not stop her hands. When the dripping of soup became less, Su Qingluan began to sprinkle seasoning powder made of spices in different proportions and recipes on it.
"Erzhuang, bring me three plates - bigger ones." Su Qingluan looked up at her younger brother.
"Why me again..." He muttered softly, but little Su Erzhuang still went to serve the dishes obediently.
By the time Su Xuanhe brought the plate over, Su Qingluan had already spread the seasoning evenly and pointed at the first fish: "This fish has the least spices, and it's marinated with 'sour hooks', so the taste is relatively mild."
He pointed to the fish in the middle and said, "I tried adding some evodia rutaecarpa to this fish when seasoning it, but it's mostly other spices. It's a little spicy, but mostly fragrant."
He pointed to the last fish and said, "I used a lot of ingredients on this fish. Brothers and sisters, please don't try it, or your tongue may hurt."
Especially my younger sister. Considering how she used to cry after taking a bite of onion, she couldn't eat this fish at all.
As she spoke, Su Qingluan transferred the fish with the lightest taste to the plate first and slowly pulled out the skewer.
Su Guangfu glanced at the skewer and asked, "Wouldn't it be more convenient to eat directly with your hands?"
Su Qingluan smiled, picked up the chopsticks, and gently poked a hole in the fish's belly.
"Wow……"
"This is……!"
"it turns out……"
Su Qingluan looked around at the expressions of her family members and said with a smile, "Everyone come and try it!"
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