Su Qingluan stared at the things placed inside the brocade - those were the things she had always wanted but had not been willing to buy. Although she had some extra money recently, she forgot to buy them because she was too busy.
That's a fine iron kitchen knife!
The kitchen knife shone coldly in the sunlight outside the window, and the color...
Su Qingluan leaned close to the blade and took a closer look, and discovered that it was even brighter than the iron kitchen knife she had seen and used in Hongfulou. At first glance, it was obvious that it was made of rare fine iron!
Only then did she understand what Mr. Xu meant when he said, "You will definitely like it."
But she looked at the kitchen knife again, feeling a little embarrassed:
Admittedly, she liked such a gift, but she also knew that this knife was not something that an ordinary craftsman could sharpen - at least she had never seen such a high-quality fine iron kitchen knife in the blacksmith shop in the town.
Holding the kitchen knife, Su Qingluan stared at the sharp blade with a green glow, and suddenly smiled: Since Mr. Xu gave this knife to her, she could make some decent food and then give it to Mr. Xu. He would probably be happier than this.
Su Qingluan thought about it and decided to use this kitchen knife to sharpen her skills today.
"It seems that I can't figure out how to squeeze oil today..." Su Qingluan shook her head and smiled - with the new knife in her hand, she couldn't wait to use it, so how could she calm down and study how to squeeze oil?
When the kitchen knife was taken out to show Su Guangfu and Yang, the couple were amazed and said that this kitchen knife was much better than the iron kitchen knives on the market. Even the kitchen knives owned by the rich families in the village were not as good as this one.
"Daya..." Yang was a little uneasy, "Isn't this gift too expensive..."
Su Qingluan smiled slyly: "Mother, with your daughter's craftsmanship, Mr. Xu will definitely be very satisfied with this kitchen knife he gave me. I will show you my skills tonight."
After she said that, she didn't rush into the kitchen immediately. Instead, she went to see how her brother and sister were doing with their big characters.
It has to be said that after a few days, Su Qingluan found that although Su Xuanhe was a few years older than her sister, he was a person who could not sit still.
In these few days, although Su Xueyan's wrist was not strong enough due to her young age and the strokes seemed a little loose, she was able to write quite well.
Although Su Xuanhe was better than his sister in terms of strength, his mind was always wandering, so his pen movements were often stable at the beginning, but became increasingly sloppy later on.
Su Qingluan couldn't help but feel a headache: No matter what, if you want to go to school, "calligraphy" is inevitable in this era.
She could see that when she was teaching him how to write, Su Xuanhe didn't dislike listening or didn't understand. He just didn't like the act of learning calligraphy itself - because he was really quite active, and these "quiet" things made him impatient.
For example, now, seeing Su Qingluan coming over, Su Xuanhe quickly threw away the brush in his hand and complained, "Sister! My arms are sore from practicing calligraphy. Can I take a break?"
The little girl next to her finished writing a stroke of the character "捺" (na), raised her head and ruthlessly exposed Su Qingluan, "Brother, you are lying. You just took a break!" As if afraid that Su Qingluan would not believe her, the little girl held up the strokes she had written with both hands in front of Su Qingluan, "Look, sister, I wrote six today! Brother only wrote three!"
"I write with more strokes than you, and it's denser than yours!"
"No, your writing is crude and ugly!"
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Su Qingluan took their calligraphy papers and said, "It's cloudy today, the light is not good, and it's almost noon now. You can stop writing here for today."
When the two little guys heard this, they immediately jumped up happily and went out to play.
Su Qingluan packed up the stationery for her younger brother and sister, then turned and went to the kitchen. Thinking about the so-called "highlight" of the day, she first prepared some stir-fried ingredients, cut them up and put them aside, and would stir-fry them together when the meal was almost ready.
I also prepared some white rice mixed with sorghum and brown rice, put them in a small wooden basin with a loose mouth, placed it in the steamer, covered it with a lid, and steamed it on the stove.
Su Qingluan asked Su Guangfu to make this wooden basin after comparing it to the size of her own steamer. Although it was made of wood, it did not leak at all, which amazed her and gave her a new understanding of her father's carpentry skills.
Su Qingluan walked to a ceramic jar in the corner, removed the gauze covering it, revealing the soaked beans inside.
These beans were originally soaked by Su Qingluan yesterday, just to see the quality of this batch of beans and whether they could be used to extract soybean oil.
Seeing that after soaking for a night and a half, the beans had slowly "stretched out", with very few dead beans remaining in their original shape or empty beans floating on the water, Su Qingluan nodded with satisfaction.
The family had a large stone mill pulled by livestock for husking grains, but a while ago Su Qingluan bought a small one to use as a "grinder" for daily flour grinding.
Su Qingluan fished out the soaked beans, placed them on a bamboo dustpan, and began to summon "free labor"—"Xuanhe, didn't you say you were tired of writing big characters? I want you to do something different!"
Then, little Su Xuanhe turned into the donkey pulling the mill... no, the young man pulling the mill.
However, he himself was grinding the millstone in circles with his arms very vigorously, and his meaning was very obvious - as long as he was not allowed to write big characters, he would accept it even if he was asked to do some hard labor!
Su Qingluan felt a headache again when she saw that this kid hated studying so much.
But right now she had things to do.
Su Qingluan dug out some wood ash from under the stove, carefully rubbed it with a dustpan, and slowly poured it into a wooden barrel filled with water.
The wood ash just dug out from under the scorching stove was as hot as charcoal, and when it fell into the cool water, it made a slight "hissing" sound.
Su Qingluan waited until all the wood ash was poured in, stirred it evenly with a wooden stick, and let it settle for a while.
Now that she has the right rice paper to use as filter paper, Su Qingluan no longer has to worry about filtering.
She let the wood ash water settle for a while, and then she heard her brother running towards her panting and saying, "Sister, I have ground all the beans!" After saying that, he straightened his back, with a look of "seeking praise" on his face.
Su Qingluan blinked: "Do you want to see how beans turn into tofu?"
Su Xuanhe nodded quickly when he heard this: He really didn't know how the beans could become a whole piece?
Su Qingluan asked him to call his sister over, and she turned around to get the rice paper and funnel.
Xuan paper is a good substitute for filter paper, and the Xuan paper that Manager Liang gave her is of very good quality. Su Qingluan cut it a few times and put it into the inside of the funnel. She connected a narrow-mouthed bottle to the bottom and asked the two little guys who came in hand in hand to hold the bottle from the bottom. Su Qingluan slowly poured the wood ash water into it from above.
When the wood ash below was slowly poured out, Su Qingluan stopped pouring and turned around to pour the filtered wood ash filtrate into a porcelain bowl.
The two little guys immediately opened their eyes wide with curiosity.
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