Su Guangfu looked behind his daughter, and his eyes widened: "Big girl, what did you do when you bought a round iron piece?" Didn't you get caught up in the blacksmith's pit? ”

Su Qingluan saw that Daddy was about to rush to find the blacksmith's theory at the next moment, and couldn't help but laugh "poof": "Daddy, where do you want to go?" That's what my daughter bought! ”

"Really?" Su Guangfu was still skeptical.

"Really, really!" Su Qingluan repeatedly assured that he was not caught, "And the blacksmith made the iron like this at my request." ”

But it turned out that the more than ten taels of silver that Su Qingluan brought were more than enough to buy a kitchen knife, but it was far from enough to buy an iron pot.

So she asked the blacksmith if the money was enough to buy more iron, and after some bargaining, the blacksmith made a "frying pan" that used less iron and was easier to shape.

This pan is very poorly made, and even the so-called "handle" Su Qingluan just asked the blacksmith to drill two holes on both sides, and then put on a leather rope to make do.

And this kind of pan is just a thin layer of round iron with a slight arc, so it's no wonder that Su Guangfu was so surprised, feeling that his daughter was pitted - after all, he had never seen such a simple "iron pot".

After listening to Su Qingluan's explanation, Su Guangfu finally put his mind at ease.

It is always a pleasure to add such a "big item" to the home.

The so-called "people are in good spirits when they are happy", the father and daughter chatted while walking, and they arrived home unconsciously.

The Yang family and the Xuanhe Snow Goose had obviously just returned home - the fire in the stove room had just been lit, and it had not yet burned vigorously.

Su Xuanhe saw the "iron piece" on Sister A's back, and shouted with a smile: "Sister! Why are you carrying a ghost shell behind you hahahaha......"

Su Qingluan: "...... "I thank you for your eight generations of ancestors, you really know how to find adjectives."

Oh, and his ancestors are now her own ancestors as well.

Seeing his younger brother laughing so arrogantly, Su Qingluan was vicious and angry, pinched his tender face, and pulled it to both sides-

"Hengheng Heng ——!!" Su Xuanhe's mouth was slurred and he screamed in pain, wanting to save his face from Sister A's hands.

However, after all, he was only seven years old, Su Qingluan was much older than him, and he was used to cooking, and he had a lot of strength in his hands, which made Su Xuanhe unable to move.

"Do you dare to laugh so loudly?" Su Qingluan bared a mouthful of small white teeth.

"Don't care, don't care, don't care......" Su Xuanhe was pinched and pinched with tears in his face.

Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Don't be wronged, come and eat sugar!" ”

As he spoke, he took out a handful of caramel that he had just bought in the town and gave it to his younger brother and sister.

The little girl immediately threw herself into Su Qingluan's arms like a butterfly, said sweetly, "Thank you, sister", and opened a piece of eating eyes into two crescents.

Su Xuanhe estimated that he was originally thinking about not eating "the food that came to him".

However, the so-called "wind bones" could not resist the temptation of "sugar-coated cannonballs", and Su Xuanhe's children couldn't help but move one step towards the caramel, and then one step more.

Immediately, "Ahhhh

Su Qingluan was overjoyed by his arrogance, teased the two children for a while, and walked into the stove room with the pan.

"Auntie, did you pick the mushrooms today?" Su Qingluan asked.

Yang was busy making feeding, and said with a smile: "Isn't this washing?" I got a lot today. As he spoke, he pointed to the pile of mushrooms soaked in the basin.

Su Qingluan took a basket and said with a smile: "Auntie, let me pick up some and cook you some fresh dishes tomorrow!" ”

"Pick it up, pick it up, there's enough to eat tonight!" If it's not enough, I'll pick it again tomorrow! ”

"Not going to town tomorrow?"

"When I came back, I saw swallows flying low, and I was afraid that it would rain tomorrow, and I wouldn't be able to go to the town."

Su Qingluan smiled when she heard this: "Then wait for my daughter to make some preparations today, and show you a hand tomorrow!" ”

The so-called preparation is not sideways, but - boiling the pot.

Su Qingluan carefully brushed the thin iron frying pan with clean water, and put leather ropes on the holes on both sides, and dried the water while Yang couldn't use the stove for the time being.

Then scoop out a large piece of white solidified oil from the jar where the lard is stored, put it in the center of the iron frying pan, melt the lard again, and gently pluck the lard with a wooden spatula to ensure that the grease can be applied to every corner of the pan.

Yang Shi saw Su Qingluan scoop out a large piece of lard at once, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed: "Eh, big girl, what are you doing with so much lard?" ”

Su Qingluan carefully turned the lard in the iron pot in his hand, and explained without raising his head: "Ah Niang, this is the 'boiling pot' I learned from the blacksmith master. ”

In fact, she would have boiled the pot in her previous life, but she couldn't say that, so she deliberately pretended to be a novice and asked the blacksmith.

"What is 'boiling'?"

"It is to keep the iron pot from rusting, and reduce the paste and sticking of the pot when cooking."

"Then, why don't you let the blacksmith help make the pot?"

"Ah Niang......" Su Qingluan's tone carried some helplessness in his laughter, "The blacksmith said that if he was allowed to boil the pot, he would have to add additional money." ”

Originally, the amount of iron used in this iron frying pan was the silver that Ke Ding Kemao brought over, and only ten cents were left, and he bought ten pieces of starch candy, where is the excess for boiling the pot?

After Su Qingluan evenly spread the lard on the surface of the pot, he took two rags and padd them to pull the leather rope, and carefully placed the hot pot aside to cool naturally.

And she herself helped Yang to prepare dinner.

After the meal, the younger brothers and sisters also heard about the so-called "boiling pot", so they also came to the stove room to watch the excitement.

When Su Qingluan put the pot on the stove again, due to the cooling of the pot body, the excess lard had already slipped down to the center of the pot, forming a small white round cake.

As the body of the pot heated again on the stove, the lard melted again, and Su Qingluan once again applied the grease to the entire pot surface, then moved the pot away and waited until the entire iron pot cooled automatically.

After repeating this three times, Su Qingluan finally breathed a sigh of relief: Next, wait for the iron pot to stand for six hours, and it will be able to be used early in the morning.

Thinking so, Su Qingluan went to pull the leather rope for the third time, but only heard a soft sound of "pop", and the leather rope was actually broken by the iron pot due to the long-term high temperature scorching!

Holding a thick rag to remove the pot and cool it, Su Qingluan thought in his heart: It would be nice if there were wooden handles on both sides......

Wait, wooden handles?

If anyone in this family is good at carpentry, it must be her father Su Guangfu!

Thinking of this, Su Qingluan's eyes were full of stars, and he planned to go to Daddy to "ask for help".

But I don't want to, this is, my sister Su Xueyan, who has been watching the excitement, pulled her sleeve in surprise: "Sister, you see that the color of the pot has changed!" ”