Just pretending, Qi Ling suddenly found that these plates containing meals were not his own.

Because the pattern and size are different!

She asked Peach Blossom, who was busy handing the plate to her side, with a puzzled face.

"Peach blossoms, whose plate is this, I don't look like our family, our house is full of peony patterns, but there are plum orchids and bamboo chrysanthemums on it."

"Of course, this is what Brother Gu and they borrowed from the clan, just like those tables and chairs, whoever needs it in the village can say hello to a few clansmen in advance and borrow these things."

"There are many plates that have been passed down for generations, so you can see that the color has been worn away in some places."

Peach Blossom heard Qi Ling's question, said disapprovingly, and casually pointed to a plate she was holding.

Because Uncle Zhao is the one who makes the banquet, she came into contact with these things when she was very young, and she is naturally very familiar with the various doorways in it.

Hearing her answer like this, Qi Ling sighed in his heart.

Although the ancient clan system seems to be old and even old-fashioned, on the other hand, it has also provided a lot of help to the villagers.

For example, tables, chairs, dishes, chopsticks and other things, no one usually lacks them, anyway, it is enough for the people in the family.

But if you are really in a hurry to set up a feast or something, or if there are many people in the family, it will not be enough.

If you borrow it, I'm afraid you'll have to borrow it all over the village to get the number, but it's troublesome to make such a big move every time.

Therefore, this custom of borrowing things from the clan is really convenient.

When Qi Ling watched TV series before, he found that this kind of clan system in ancient times was actually a product of adapting to the times.

Therefore, as long as the obsolete aspect is removed and the dross is removed, it will be similar to that of a modern neighborhood committee.

"Sister Qi Ling, what are you sending again, you've been looking at this plate for a long time, could it be that there is something special about it?"

Peach Blossom's words summoned Qi Ling back from her thoughts, and she noticed the disk she was holding in her hand.

Looking at the style, it was a blue and white porcelain plate, although Qi Ling knew this aspect very well from time to time, but he also felt that this thing was no different from the antiques he saw in the museum.

What's more, where is there any fraud in this time and space, I'm afraid that if you pick up a random thing, it will be an antiquity that can become a treasure of the museum in the future.

Speaking of this blue and white porcelain, Qi Ling once saw a piece of news in modern times, saying that if there is a piece of Yuan blue and white porcelain at home, the next few generations will not worry about eating and drinking.

After all, a Yuan blue and white vase was once sold in New York, USA, for a small $6 million, and later a blue and white porcelain jar was sold in the United Kingdom for 245 million dollars.

Isn't this just a piece of Yuan Qinghua, immediately get rich for you, me and him!

Since then, the reputation of Yuan Qinghua but for sale, it must be a high price, and the people of the whole country immediately fell into the ranks of the national Taobao, Qi Ling remembered that there were probably many treasure appreciation programs everywhere in the country.

Many people took their treasures and lined up to ask experts to identify them, and some of them were recognized as fakes, and they were not sure whether they were alive or dead, thinking that the experts were jealous that they had such treasures.

Even Qi Ling's father didn't know where he spent twenty yuan to buy a small porcelain bowl, so he had to say that he was looking for a treasure and found a Yuan blue and white porcelain bowl.

As a result, I spent hundreds of dollars to ask someone to identify it - fake, don't say anything from the Yuan Dynasty, it may have been out in less than two months.

Later, this incident became a matter that everyone would laugh at every mention in Qi Ling's family.

Thinking of this, Qi Ling couldn't help but think of the time when she first came to this time and space, and at that time she always felt that her time travel was too inexplicable.

So she thought that she might sleep and go back, so she collected several porcelains from Gu Jinfeng's house and put them next to the bed when she slept at night.

She imagined that if she could travel back to the modern era one day, she would take away one of these porcelains and auction them off, so that she would not have to worry about eating and drinking for the rest of her life.

It's just that as time goes on, I don't see any possibility for me to travel back, and I know about Gu Jinfeng's mother.

I completely broke off this idea in my heart, and finally I was willing to take those porcelains away from the bedside.

It's a good thing that her strange behavior didn't let others know, otherwise this would be a piece of her black history.

After filling more than a dozen plates of toon scrambled eggs, Qi Ling saw that Uncle Zhao had already started to cook the braised pork in the inner room, and he also took the opportunity to fry the next dish inside.

Anyway, he wasn't in a hurry to use this newly built earthen stove, so Qi Ling simply decided to make the fried toon directly.

Now the batter is ready-made, you only need to add some egg liquid to it, and the "monosodium glutamate" made by Qi Ling himself, which is also trouble-free.

Qi Ling couldn't afford to cook the pot, so he poured most of the oil directly into the pot, and waited for the oil pot to be hot.

I didn't even need to cut the toon leaves, and even took some of the stems and leaves and dipped them in a layer of batter and put them in the pot.

Seeing that she was busy working alone, Peach Blossom simply took over the batter-wrapping work from her.

If two people work in this way, the efficiency will be even faster.

I saw a cluster of fried crispy golden toon leaves, which were picked up by Qi Ling with chopsticks, and after controlling the excess oil, they were put into a clean small bamboo basket on the side.

This bamboo basket was padded with a layer of fine leaves by Qi Ling before, so taking advantage of this fried golden toon, it looks very appetizing.

Seeing that they were about to be fried, Qi Ling suddenly saw Aunt Zhao next to him cutting potatoes on the board.

She was very good at knives, only pressing the potatoes in her left hand and holding a large kitchen knife in her right hand, and in a short time she had already cut the potatoes into thin slices.

Then she spread the slice again, staggered a certain distance, and quickly cut the slice into thin strips.

That is, watching her cut potatoes, Qi Ling suddenly wanted to eat fried potato chips.

So he shouted at Aunt Zhao.

"Aunt Zhao, you can help me cut a few more potatoes, just follow the kind of thin slices you just cut, just thin slices, don't shred."

Although Aunt Zhao didn't understand what she wanted potato chips to do, cutting a few potatoes was just a casual task for her, so she nodded and agreed.

After cutting it, it just so happened that the toons on Qi Ling's side had already been fried.

She asked Peach Blossom to take the potato slices, touched a slice casually, and found that it was not very damp, so she directly poured the whole plate into the oil pot.