Su Xuanhe squatted beside the water tank, washing spinach with a wronged look on his face, while Su Qingluan stood behind him like a supervisor, pointing and criticizing him.
"If you split the stalk, there's mud inside."
"Pick off the yellow leaves next to them, yes, just those two, and leave the green ones behind them."
"After washing the leaves, you need to shake off the water. Tsk, don't shake so hard, you saw it fall off, didn't you?"
After finally watching the naughty kid Su Xuanhe wash the spinach, Su Qingluan turned around to look at the clear water in the ceramic pot that had been placed on the stove - it was already boiling.
Add a little salt to the boiling water to prevent the spinach leaves from turning yellow. Su Qingluan cut the spinach into small pieces, put the spinach stalks in first, and then the spinach leaves after a while. After a while, use a bamboo colander to scoop out the spinach and place it together with the colander on a plate aside for later use.
Then smash a few white garlic cloves and mince them into minced garlic for later use.
Then Su Qingluan changed the iron frying pan and sat on the stove, sighing as she changed: There is some extra money at home now. When my father finishes the roof repair work in the next few days, I will discuss with him to build two more stoves in the kitchen. Otherwise, it will be a lot of trouble just to change the various pots and pans.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan had already placed the frying pan on the stove and put some lard in the bottom of the pan.
Seeing the lard slowly melting, Su Qingluan sighed in her heart: I must get the soybean oil out someday.
In this era, the first reaction after growing grains, such as mung beans and soybeans, is to eat them. At best, some families with surplus grain will use them to make wine.
Besides that, grain is never used to make any secondary processed products. The reason is simple: for many families who can barely get enough to eat, wasting grain on something else, no matter what it is, will result in a huge loss, which is a waste.
For ordinary people, the most important thing about all edible things is to eat them as much as possible without leaving any uneaten food. It doesn’t matter how they taste. The most important thing is to eat your fill, otherwise you will starve to death.
Even Su Qingluan's family only let her make mung bean starch and the like because of the recent increase in income. Otherwise, if they couldn't even afford food and wasted precious grain to make starch, Su Qingluan estimated that she might be served a meal of "bamboo board stewed meat".
For this reason, if people of this era want to eat fat, it is basically made from animal oil, such as lard, mutton fat, and even chicken fat.
As for butter? Sorry, cows are important farming animals. Unless they die of illness, killing them is even illegal, so butter is something you can only come across by chance.
So at least at this stage, they have to make their own starch, soybean oil and other ingredients. Su Qingluan feels a bit miserable - she worries about the lack of various seasonings every day.
Oh, if only there was someone who could help with these things...
This thought flashed through Su Qingluan's mind. After the lard was completely melted, she immediately poured in the beaten egg liquid, quickly fried it until it solidified, and then used a spatula to cut it into small pieces and put them in a small bowl for later use.
Then add a piece of lard - a large amount of lard was consumed in just one day - wait until the lard melts, add minced garlic and stir-fry until the garlic aroma comes out.
Wait until the garlic aroma is fully stimulated, then add the spinach and stir-fry briefly. Since the spinach has been blanched before, there is no need to worry about it being cooked through. Just add soy sauce and salt to season, and finally add the egg cubes to prevent it from becoming too large and hard due to overcooking.
When the food was finally served, Su Qingluan sprinkled some sesame seeds on it to enhance the flavor and said, "The meal is ready, come and eat!"
Upon hearing this, Yang came out from inside the room, lifting the curtain and holding up the clothes in her hands. She said, "That's great, Daya. I just made clothes for you three. After dinner, you three can try them on and see if you need any changes in size!"
Su Qingluan was stunned: "What clothes?"
Yang smiled and said, "I went to the market a few days ago and bought some cloth for the three of you. Da Ya, you forgot—the two little ones even had a fight over the cloth."
Su Qingluan remembered this.
I've been really busy lately and I've been wearing men's clothes, so I haven't thought about buying new clothes.
Thinking that men's clothes would be light and flexible after running around for a hundred days, Su Qingluan said with a smile, "Mother, I don't need to wear new clothes for the time being. Why not save them for the New Year?"
"Nonsense!" Yang patted her arm. "The New Year is still half a year away! Besides, the material of this dress is thin, and it's only suitable for summer. Do you want to wear a thin layer in the middle of winter?"
Su Qingluan stuck out her tongue and then asked curiously, "Why did you think of making new clothes at this time?"
Yang sighed and laughed, "This child must have been too busy to even think about it. Qixi Festival is in three days, and it's a rare festive occasion. Changing clothes to go and pray for wisdom is quite fitting!"
At this time, Su Xueyan came out and asked in a baby voice, "Brother, do you want to beg for skills too?"
"Puchi", Su Qingluan was amused by the little girl's question, and the image of a little kid holding an embroidery needle instantly appeared in her mind.
...It's a bit shocking. I'm looking for someone who has never thought of this before, Su Qingluan complained in her heart with an expressionless face.
Yang also smiled and said, "Your brother doesn't want to beg for skills, but you can go to the night market with us."
"Night market?" Su Qingluan was a little surprised.
Since she traveled through time, she has never seen such a thing as a "night market" - after all, they cannot enter the county town until the opening drum sounds every morning; and they must leave the county town before the closing drum sounds.
Now that I suddenly told her that there are night markets in this era, she became curious and excited.
...So what are the snacks that are suitable for selling at night markets and can be easily produced in this era?
Yang had no idea what her money-obsessed eldest daughter was thinking. She only saw the longing and anticipation on her face and said with a smile, "Let's eat first. I'll definitely take you to the night market on Qixi Festival!"
At this time, Su Guangfu also came down from the roof and washed off the dust on his body.
Su Qingluan placed the large plate of scrambled eggs with spinach in the middle, and added a pile of salted shredded radish and a plate of mixed wild vegetables. Finally, she served each person a large bowl of raw fish porridge.
"Eat slowly," Su Qingluan said, glancing at her second brother sitting next to her. "Although this porridge isn't steaming, the lard is in it, so the heat is trapped inside. Be careful not to burn your mouth."
With this reminder, the Su family members were very careful when they took their first bite of fish porridge.
Carefully blow to cool the fish slices and porridge in the spoon, then slowly and carefully touch the thin snow-white fish slices with your teeth.
The fish fillet was so thin, delicate and tender that it almost broke into two pieces as soon as the teeth touched it.
Moreover, unlike the earthy smell of carp, this black fish has no fishy smell at all. It is mixed with the rich and dense fragrance of lard rice porridge, and the subtle spiciness in the salty fragrance, which makes people feel so fresh that they want to swallow it in one bite.
The thinly chopped wild vegetables add a refreshing aroma to the rich rice porridge and neutralize the greasy texture brought by lard.
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