Su Qingluan turned her head to look over, and her sister was staring at the iron frying pan and said in surprise: "Sister, the pot has turned blue!" ”

Su Qingluan nodded: "Well, this means that the pot is boiling." "The oxidation of the outside of the iron pot will form ferric tetroxide, and this layer of oxide that can protect the iron pot is blue.

Putting the pot aside to cool naturally, Su Qingluan turned around and begged Daddy to make her a pair of wooden iron pot handles to make her easy to serve the iron frying pan.

Early the next morning, it was really accurate by Yang's words, and it rained again.

Seeing this, Su Qingluan smiled at the whole family and said, "Since the heavens are beautiful, let us take another day off, I will take the frying pan that was just opened yesterday today and cook you some fresh food!" ”

Hearing Su Qingluan say this, not to mention Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan, even Su Guangfu and the Yang family couldn't help but show a look of anticipation.

Su Qingluan was looked at by the expectant eyes of the family, and suddenly felt cute.

She turned and walked to the stove, where the fire was already blazing.

Su Qingluan took the mushrooms he picked out yesterday - the water stains on them had disappeared after being dried overnight.

Because it is picked in the wild, there are many types of mushrooms, tall, short, fat and thin.

The mushrooms that Su Qingluan chose were all relatively small and the umbrella part was not too open outward.

She turned the small mushroom head upside down and carefully rotated the stem slightly, so that the stem detached from the umbrella, so that the upside-down umbrella formed a small bowl-like structure that could be set aside for later use.

The stipe was not discarded, Su Qingluan collected all the stimuli and planned to dry the powder and use it as a seasoning.

In summer, there is a lot of rain and the climate is humid.

In order to prevent this part of the stipe from deteriorating and rotting due to humidity in the process of drying, Su Qingluan put some salt in the stipe.

In this way, when the part of the stipe is completely dry, it is ground together with the salt to form a unique flavor of "mushroom-flavored salt".

After getting the stem, Su Qingluan carefully smeared the twenty or thirty "mushroom bowls" with a layer of lard, and the "bowl mouth" rushed up and placed them in an iron frying pan that had been brushed with a layer of oil in advance.

Then, she took a wooden "spice bottle" from the shelf, gently unscrewed the gap, and with a slight shake of her wrist, the white salt was evenly sprinkled on each "mushroom bowl".

As the iron pot gradually heats up, the "mouth" of the "mushroom bowl" gradually moistens, and then condenses a puddle of juice. Water, which makes the mushrooms that originally looked dry appear watery. Moist and soft and glutinous, it is mouth-watering.

Because the middle position of the iron frying pan is slightly concave downward, the mushrooms that were originally evenly distributed in all corners of the pan slowly slide towards the center under the lubrication of the lard as the iron pan heats up.

At this time, only the part near the middle was crowded with "mushroom bowls", and the surrounding area was empty.

Su Qingluan rolled his eyes, put five fried eggs in half of the outer circle, and in the other half, cut the thick noodles dumplings left over from last night into thick slices, brushed with the sauce made by soy sauce, wild fruits, and spices, and then sprinkled with flax, and stacked half a circle full.

These ingredients are either cooked or cooked quickly, and after about a quarter of an hour, Su Qingluan raised his voice and said, "The rice is good!" ”

"Wow! What does it taste like, so fragrant! ”

Su Xueyan wanted to come over and take a look, but was dodged by Su Qingluan: "Be careful, don't burn your hands!" Don't touch the iron pot! ”

In order to prevent the delicious soup brewed in the "mushroom bowl" from spilling, she took every step carefully until the whole iron pot was placed smoothly in the middle of the table.

Yang was busy setting up the dishes and chopsticks, and couldn't help but smile when he saw this: "Yo, why did you bring the whole pot up?" ”

Su Qingluan pointed to the mushroom in the center and said, "If you put the mushroom out, I'm afraid that the soup inside will spill out, and it will be a ruin." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Yang and Su Guangfu: "Daddy and Auntie, you must taste this mushroom while it's hot." ”

As he spoke, he told his younger brothers and sisters: "You eat slowly, and burn your mouth carefully." ”

But even if Su Qingluan had a reminder, the Su family, who had eaten fried and roasted mushrooms like this for the first time, was slightly burned by the hot and rich soup of the mushrooms.

However, before the pain could spread, the salty soup took the lead in grabbing all the awareness on the tip of the tongue.

"It's so fragrant!" Su Xueyan sighed vaguely while being burned by the soup and inhaling the cool air, "I have never had such a good fungus!" ”

Compared with his sister's "singing and sighing", Su Xuanhe is a "burying his head in cooking" faction.

Although he was burned by the mushroom soup, he couldn't help but stretch his chopsticks again before he could swallow the last bite.

"I didn't know that roasted mushrooms are a hundred times more delicious than boiled soup!" Yang couldn't help but admire.

Su Guangfu also bowed slightly: "I really never thought that the iron pot seems inconspicuous, but it is so wonderful!" ”

Su Xueyan ate five mushrooms in one go, then pointed to the edge and asked, "Sister, what is this round like the sun?" ”

"Can you pick up a slice and taste it?"

When Su Xueyan heard this, she obediently picked up a piece of "sun", took a small bite of the white part outside, and then frowned and shook her head.

Seeing this, Su Xuanhe also picked up a piece.

He has always eaten more wolf-swallowing, and this bite went down and directly bit off half of it.

Chewing roughly, as if sensing some familiar taste, Su Xuanhe looked down at the pale yellow in the middle of the white......

"It's ...... Egg? ”

Su Qingluan nodded, so Su Xuanhe straightened his waist and glanced at Su Xueyan proudly.

Seeing this, Su Guangfu and his wife also picked up an omelette and tasted it.

Unlike boiled eggs, which are flexible and bland in taste, the omelette is crispy and richer, and the freshness of eating it for the first time makes it a pleasure for both adults and children.

Eating and eating, Su Xueyan looked at the fried eggs in the bowl, and sighed in a milky voice: "I was tired of eating eggs, but recently this egg looks like a day a day, and I almost don't recognize it!" ”

As he spoke, he sighed heavily, as if he had encountered some problem.

This man's appearance of a small ghost amused the whole family.

After all the mushrooms and fried eggs were eliminated, everyone focused on the fried thick noodles.

In fact, this kind of coarse noodles has always been a "frequent guest" at the Su family's dinner table.

Coarse noodles are not as delicate as fine grains, and this dumpling is coarse, dry, and difficult to swallow.

Originally, everyone closed their eyes and took a bite in the spirit of "not wasting food".

I never thought that after this thick noodle dumpling with sauce was fried and grilled, it was fragrant and crispy, and it exuded a completely different aroma from steamed dumplings!

After a while, the coarse noodles were also swept away.

After breakfast, Su Guangfu pondered the shape of the wooden handle around the frying pan; Yang went to wash the dishes and chopsticks; As for Su Qingluan, he has already taken his younger brothers and sisters to learn to read.

I don't know how long later, the sound of rain outside stopped, and I could hear the original "buckle button" knocking sound outside.

Yang heard the sound and greeted him.