Su Xuanhe opened his mouth wide and stared at the tiny stream of water that was slowly pouring out of the mouth of the can, originally he thought that the water would be spilled everywhere.

But as if by some magical spell, the water turned around the chopsticks and flowed into the jar through a sandbag of grass and wood ash stuffed into the mouth of the other jar.

"How did this water get to the side?" Curious, children should let go of their hands holding the jars and sandbags and want to touch the "magic chopsticks".

Seeing this, Su Qingluan hurriedly stopped the action of chopsticks drainage: "Don't move when your hand is steady!" ”

"Then tell me how the water ran away?"

Su Qingluan rolled his eyes in his heart: Please, how do you explain this? Do you want to start educating physics about the surface tension and surface free energy of liquids? I also know that it is impossible.

She glanced at the second brother, who was nervous and holding her breath, and said in a mysterious tone: "Your sister and I have the ability to make these waters obedient." ”

This is true to some extent, but it omits some content and reverses some cause and effect.

Originally, I thought that Su Xiaoer would definitely blow up again after hearing this obviously perfunctory excuse. I never thought that the little guy would look at Su Qingluan with admiration, then nodded seriously and continued to be his handyman.

For this kind of behavior of fooling innocent children, Su Qingluan reflected in his heart for a second, and then decisively believed that he had done too right.

It's easy for a child to fall into adoration for something inexplicably trivial – such as whistling, picking up a beautiful leaf, or even spitting a mouthful of spit.

And "let the water obediently flow into the jar" obviously belongs to this category for Su Xuanhe's children.

This "sense of worship" made this little prickly head very well-behaved and obedient for the next period of time. And when the originally muddy and dirty muddy water is filtered through the ashes of the plants and trees and becomes clear and transparent, this worship is once again strengthened.

The evidence is that when the third sister Snow Goose was playing with her brother, Su Xuanhe didn't make an excuse to slip away at the first time, but didn't look back and said, "I'm helping the eldest sister work, you can play by yourself for a while." ”

Su Qingluan said that the sensible little follower is too easy to use.

So the little girl obediently shrunk into a small ball, squatting next to her and watching her brother and sister tinkering with bottles and cans.

Two days later, when feeding in the evening, Su Guangfu looked at the Yang family who was smiling very happily, and then looked at the very rare wild vegetable meatball soup that had been added today, and asked in a low voice: "Is today a festival?" ”

Although there is only one more meatball soup, for an ordinary farmer like the Su family, it is a "big dish" that has never been seen in the New Year's Festival.

The smile on the corner of Yang's mouth couldn't be suppressed, and he put the five bowls of meatball soup on the table in turn, and asked in a loud voice towards the stove room: "Big girl, are you still okay?" It's time to eat! ”

Although the name was changed, the Yang couple was obviously used to it, so they used the original name of the three siblings as their milk name, and they never deliberately changed their words.

Su Qingluan answered the curtain and brought a plate of mixed three shreds—pickled radish, bean sprouts, and young stems of wild vegetables.

Su Guangfu looked at the three silk brought by his eldest daughter, and it was plain and inconspicuous. What's more, Su Qingluan has always been rich and raised in his opinion, and this kind of coarse tea and light rice is difficult to do for her.

Thinking so, Su Guangfu still nodded in encouragement.

Su Qingluan lowered his head and smiled: "The shredded radish and wild vegetables were cut by A-Niang, and the seasoning was made by me." ”

Yang quipped: "I know you want to help your mother, but this vegetable cutting kung fu is not practiced in a moment, you are deep and shallow, I am afraid that you will cut your fingers." But if you have this thought, my mother will be very happy. ”

Su Qingluan nodded obediently.

In fact, according to her real knife skills, don't say that ordinary radishes are shredded, even Wensi tofu can be cut as thin as silver threads. But as Yang said, how can a person who has not studied cooking be so skilled in knife skills?

Although Su Guangfu and his wife have simple personalities, they are not fools. She occasionally knows some anecdotal knowledge, which can be said to be from reading idle books, and cooking, a skill that needs to be honed bit by bit, still can't rely on such nonsense for unreasonable reasons.

Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan, two children, played crazy all afternoon today, and now they are hungry. When the whole family was served, they couldn't wait to pick up the bowl with the meatball soup and snort and drink.

After drinking two sips, Snow Goose stopped first, took a small sip of soup and drank it: "Mother! Today's broth is better than usual! ”

Su Xuanhe also nodded: "The meatballs are also more delicious!" ”

Adults' sense of taste is not as sensitive as that of children, but Su Guangfu did feel that today's broth had less bitter taste for unknown reasons than before, and turned his head to look at Yang, who was even more smiling on the side: "Child, mother, don't sell Guanzi, what did you do?" ”

"It's not me who has a way." Yang said, looking in the direction of Su Qingluan, "It's our big girl who has a way!" ”

Seeing that the eyes of the whole family were looking at him, Su Qingluan began to sell Guanzi, and smiled and pushed the dishes served just now towards them slightly: "Dad, mother, let's not talk about meatball soup, how about you taste this mixed dish?" ”

Yang glanced at Qingluan, then at her husband, and said with a smile: "Yo, this child, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?" Saying that, no one with Su Guangfu took a chopstick and put it in his mouth.

After chewing twice, Yang and her husband glanced at each other, a look of surprise flashed in their eyes, and they hurriedly greeted the other two children: "Erzhuang and Sanya, try your eldest sister's craftsmanship!" ”

Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Daddy, what's the matter?" Can you barely get your hands on this mixed dish? ”

"Delicious!" "Good times!" The bulging cheeks that small children eat are the most convincing evidence.

Yang asked Qingluan: "There's also 'that' in here?" ”

Su Qingluan nodded: "Put it away, the other seasonings are as usual, but they are somewhat different from those used by A-Niang, I have tried a lot, so it tastes better." ”

Su Guangfu looked at his mother and asked, "What kind of dumb riddle are you playing?" ”

Only then did Su Qingluan take out a small jar that was placed at his feet and hold it to Su Guangfu like a treasure.

Su Guangfu took the jar in his hand, took a picture of the sunset through the window, and then was shocked: "Refined salt? He looked up at Su Qingluan suddenly, "Where did you get it?" ”

Yang smiled: "Do you remember that stinky boy from Erzhuang knocked over the salt jar a few days ago? ”

Su Guangfu was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Su Qingluan in disbelief: "You actually know how to refine coarse salt?" ”

Seeing Su Guangfu's expression of discovering a new continent, Su Qingluan was also very surprised, and only said vaguely, "I vaguely remember seeing a book recording this method before, thinking about knocking over so much salt, it was a pity to throw it away in vain, so I tried it, but I didn't expect it to happen." ”

The so-called salt is the first of all flavors, and the bitterness of coarse salt is removed, and the dishes are naturally more delicious.

Su Guangfu bowed slightly: "It's no wonder that kind of book from a powerful family." ”

Su Qingluan listened to his admiration and revealed a hint of awe, and immediately understood: coarse salt refining is just a basic chemical knowledge in modern times. But in this era, "salt making" is not a skill that ordinary people can learn.

Thinking like this, Su Qingluan had an idea: "Since refined salt is so much more expensive than coarse salt, why don't I get more, let's take it out and sell it......"

"Smack!" Su Guangfu slapped the chopsticks on the table, his face sank, and he said sharply, "Absolutely not!" ”

In an instant, the originally joyful dining atmosphere was swept away, and the whole room was silent.