When Su Qingluan returned to his stall, Yang was very strange: "Aren't you going to the blacksmith shop?" Have you bought all the utensils you want to buy? ”

Slowly shaking his head, Su Qingluan sighed: "No, I just set an iron pot for the time being, and we will get it when we go back later." ”

It is her carelessness that many modern and very common utensils, such as manual whisks, in her opinion, are just a few steel wires that can be bent into simple kitchen utensils.

But because it is too common, and the price of modern sales is only three or five yuan, such a low price, such a common style, so that Su Qingluan has a feeling of "very easy to manufacture" - of course, this feeling is correct under the premise of the industrial level of modern society.

However, with the level of iron smelting and steelmaking in Su Qingluan's current era, the thin steel wire can be described as "ingenious", so with only the simplest manual egg beater, the blacksmith will ask for hundreds of taels of silver.

It's not that the other lion is opening his mouth, it's really Su Qingluan's "casual" process requirements, which is too difficult for people in this era.

Not to mention the tools that Su Qingluan drew before, such as "paring knife" and "digging core knife", which were very common and convenient in her subconscious, were difficult for a strong man in the eyes of a blacksmith.

In the end, Su Qingluan didn't decide on any of the easy-to-use gadgets, and only finalized the size of the iron pot used at home.

Su Qingluan looked around, and suddenly felt that the side of his stall today seemed to be quieter than usual. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that Aunt Yang, who originally talked to the Yang family very much, did not see her shadow today.

"Aunt Yang didn't come today?" Su Qingluan was very curious.

"Is it because you're not feeling well?" Yang was a little worried.

The thin monkey heard the mother and daughter muttering, waved his hand and said, "Hey, you don't need to worry, I think Aunt Yang was too good in business yesterday and was busy late, so let's take a day off today." ”

When Su Qingluan heard the thin monkey's words, she became interested: "What's the matter, Aunt Yang's business was good yesterday?" That's a good feeling! ”

"Not really!" The thin monkey's face was already thin, so it seemed that his two eyes were gurgling, and now he was startled and spoke, and he was even more lined like a monkey, "I sold all my eggs yesterday and went to the front wine shop to drink a little wine." When I came back, I saw that Aunt Yang was surrounded by a lot of people! ”

"I see that Aunt Yang is really too busy, so I'll help here for a while," the thin monkey danced to describe the many customers, and then gave Su Qingluan a thumbs up, "After Aunt Yang hangs all the cloth on the pole according to your method, it looks like a colorful brocade from a distance, and it is beautiful!" A lot of people have been lured in! ”

Su Qingluan heard that because she had arranged the fabric for Aunt Yang, the business was better, and she herself was very happy, so she hurriedly asked, "So, Aunt Yang sold a lot of cloth yesterday?" ”

"Isn't it?" The thin monkey pointed to the sky, "In the end, I helped Aunt Yang so busy that I was about to make an appointment with Zhongtian, and everyone who went to the night market was about to disperse, so I closed the stall!" ”

Yang listened from the sidelines, and was also happy for Aunt Yang. Turning to look at the burrito stall, which was not as popular as it was at the beginning, although the source of customers was stable, Yang's eyes were a little lonely.

Seeing this, Su Qingluan gently shook Yang's hand and whispered: "A-Niang, don't worry, food like burritos is too common, and our family can have a place, it is completely better than the taste, but now the taste of other families has gradually improved, and it is normal for our business to be affected." ”

In the final analysis, the choice of "burrito" as the food for the stall at that time was purely because the options for cold food were really limited "on the premise of not consuming firewood and charcoal".

And now that the Su family is no longer troubled by saving a little charcoal, there are more options to choose from.

When Su Qingluan visited the market yesterday, she had a general understanding of the types and distribution of all the food stalls in the town, and when the weather cooled down, she could figure out what hot food needed to be heated.

But until then—

"Dad, mother, after closing the stall today, I'm going to go to the blacksmith shop!" Su Qingluan did not forget to inform her father.

Su Guangfu, who had been keeping his head down and not saying a word, heard this, raised his head and said, "Daddy will go with you." ”

Su Qingluan blinked: "No need, I'll do it myself, you still have to clean up the stall with A-Niang, if you go to the blacksmith shop with me, it will take a lot of time." ”

Su Guangfu shook his head: "I'll go with you." ”

Facts have proved that Su Guangfu is really too prescient.

Su Qingluan subconsciously thought that the iron pot he customized was only about three or four catties. But she only took into account the weight of the iron pot, not the size.

Although it is usually very easy for Su Qingluan to turn the pot or something when he is in the back kitchen of Hongfu Building, but that's it.

Carrying this kind of big iron pot with a length of one-third for a long time, Su Qingluan's thin arms and legs are really a little difficult - for no other reason, Su Qingluan's body is only thirteen years old, his body is not slender enough, and his arm span is not wide enough, and he can't even carry it on his back like last time with such a big iron pot.

Because it was too deep and too big, it was impossible to hold it anyway, so Su Qingluan felt very tired without waiting for two steps.

Fortunately, Su Guangfu "took the blame", otherwise Su Qingluan felt that he would not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

When she returned home and routinely boiled the iron pot, Su Qingluan said that the new iron pot should be raised with heavy oil, so why not just make a heavy oil food today-such as fried chicken that she has coveted for a long time?

Thinking in his heart, Su Qingluan instructed Su Xuanhe to bring over a bucket of oil that he got from Shopkeeper Liang yesterday.

There is a certain element of her doing this on purpose. It's not such a naïve reason to bully children, it's just that Su Qingluan has a faint feeling that his younger brother's physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary children.

Su Qingluan saw that his younger brother basically carried a wooden bucket of soybean oil to his feet without much effort, and stared at his younger brother's face carefully: "Aren't you tired of carrying such a large bucket of soybean oil?" ”

Su Xuanhe shook his head: "It's nothing......"

Su Qingluan was amazed in her heart, and said in her heart! It stands to reason that such a large barrel of soybean oil, ordinary seven-year-old children can't carry it around, I'm afraid they can't move it.

Thinking so in his heart, Su Qingluan praised with a smile on his face: "My brother is really capable, Sister will make you delicious food later!" ”

Sure enough, as soon as he heard "eat", Su Xuanhe's children's eyes lit up.