As soon as Su Qingluan's words came out, Yang happily took Sun Guixiang's hand and said, "Sister, don't you also want to make pickled radish?" Just the heat of the water, I also have some radishes at home, let's do this work together? ”

"That's a good feeling!" Sun Guixiang nodded again and again, "It's boring to work alone, with my sister accompanying me to do homework, this day will go fast!" ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and went home to carry the radish, and said in a loud voice as he walked: "Eldest sister wait for me, I'll go and come back quickly!" ”

The Yang family was not idle here, took out a wooden basin from the house that could accommodate a one- or two-year-old baby to sit in it and bathe, and simply rinsed the floating ash inside with the water that Su Qingluan had just cooled.

"We still have such a big wooden basin!" Su Qingluan sighed.

"This is a tub for the three of you to take a bath at home when you were younger." Yang smiled and scrubbed the inside of the wooden basin, "Later, when you are all old enough to sit on your own, you won't need this bathtub." But I often use this pot to wash a lot of vegetables. ”

"Where's Daddy?" Su Qingluan looked around curiously.

"He's in the backyard, it's raining too much these days, the chicken coops are flooded, and I almost drowned a few chickens, so I asked him to think of a way." As he spoke, Yang dragged the cleaned wooden basin to the open space outside the hall, moved two small low stools and placed them on both sides of the wooden basin, and threw the green radish with mud that he had newly bought yesterday into the wooden basin.

At this time, Sun Guixiang also came back with a big cloth bag. She saw that Yang had already thrown the radishes in, and looked at the bag of radishes in her hand: "Otherwise, after washing these, I will wash mine, so as not to mix them together." ”

Yang nodded: "Yes, it's all the work of the two of us anyway!" ”

So he went to the stove room to bring the pot of hot water that had just been boiled.

"Eh, you can be careful," Su Qingluan looked at Yang himself holding a pot of water and was shocked, "That's just boiled, don't burn it!" ”

"Eh, big girl, don't worry, you Aunt Li, I'll give your aunt a hand!" As he spoke, Sun Guixiang also took one of the two pots with his hands and feet.

"Eh, this is an iron pot!" Sun Guixiang sighed, "It's really a bit weighty." ”

Yang smiled: "Why don't you give it to your family?" Although she was joking, she was also serious. After all, if Sun Guixiang hadn't suggested that Su Qingluan go to "Hongfu Building" to sell recipes, their Su family might not have lived a worry-free life so quickly.

Sun Guixiang shook her head again and again: "You can spare me, my own sister, I heard that the iron pot will rust if you don't use it carefully, my cooking skills are really average, so I won't be bad at practicing good things - not to mention that you have given me enough things these days!" ”

In addition to that fabric, the Su family also sent vegetables, melons and fruits, iron knives, and grain, oil, rice and noodles to the Li family more than once, not only for the sake of mentioning Su Qingluan at that time, but also because the adults of the Su family have not been at home these days, and the two children can be left at home with confidence, and Sun Guixiang's care is indispensable.

Yang shook his head: "This is nothing compared to what you have done for our family. ”

"Eh, sister, that's the way to say that." Sun Guixiang said, and while pouring the hot water into the big wooden basin with the Yang family, Sun Guixiang went back to return the iron pot, while the Yang family poured all the remaining cold water into the big wooden basin.

"Big girl," Sun Guixiang smiled and patted Su Qingluan's back, "Listen to your mother, you have figured out a new way to eat sweet bananas?" I'm blessed again! ”

Su Qingluan smiled and pointed to the banana that had been cut: "Auntie, just wait and see!" ”

"Eh, I'll wait!" Returning the pot to Su Qingluan, Sun Guixiang turned around and went out, sat on a small bench with Yang, and began to use a bristle brush to clean the mud on the radish with warm water, chatting and gossiping about the whole world.

Su Qingluan put the still wet iron pot on the fire, pulled down the opening of the air box, made the fire smaller, and waited for the water vapor inside to slowly dry.

At this time, Su Qingluan had already hung a layer of batter on the cut banana pieces with a batter mixed with egg flour and mung bean starch.

Seeing that the water in the pot was steaming dry, Su Qingluan took out the soybean oil that had been absorbed with the peel and poured it into less than half a pot in the iron pot.

The effect of adding the peel is still very significant, when the soybean oil is poured out, Su Qingluan can obviously feel that the original heavy beany smell is much smaller, replaced by a faint fruity aroma.

Su Qingluan pulled up the partition of the vent to make the fire bigger, and when the oil temperature was almost up, he slid the pasted bananas into the pot one by one, and waited until it was slightly shaped before gently pushing the sticky banana pieces apart.

After a while, the banana slowly turned golden brown, not only the shell was crispy, but also slowly seemed to be a small golden ball floating on the oil pan and swimming back and forth.

Su Qingluan took out the banana pieces with a grate, put them aside for later use, and poured the hot oil back into the original jar.

In ancient times, there was no such thing as detergents, but plant ash was a ready-made oil pan cleaner. Su Qingluan sighed in his heart that this plant ash was really omnipotent, and at the same time washed the iron pot and added a small amount of water and sugar.

Its practical oil and water can be used to fry syrup, but Su Qingluan is the first time to use this traditional stove to fry, and it is not so accurate to control the heat.

In order to avoid this kind of primary overturn, Su Qingluan simply adopted a more prudent water frying method, which is not easy to fry.

Su Qingluan kept stirring the bottom of the pot with a shovel while letting the sugar melt in the water.

While waiting for the water to boil, Su Qing took out a coarse porcelain plate, brushed a layer of sesame oil underneath, and sprinkled a little white sesame seeds.

Since only one pot was added to the white water this time, and the heat could not be suppressed, the water quickly boiled.

Su Qingluan pulled down the partition slightly at this time, lowered the heat, and began to stir quickly at the bottom of the pot.

After a while, the boiling "white water" in the pot gradually changed—the original churning splash gradually turned into a dense and transparent bubble, and the bubbles became denser and smaller, and finally took on a golden and transparent color.

At the moment when the soup changed color, Su Qingluan's eyes narrowed: she knew that the time was up!

So, she quickly took the fence containing the fried banana chunks and flipped her wrist, slid the bananas into the pan, and quickly turned the pan so that all the banana chunks were evenly coated with sticky syrup.

And almost at the same time, Su Qingluan took the iron pot away from the stove, and used the residual temperature of the iron pot to keep the syrup from cooling and solidifying - this is also to dehydrate and turn the sand so that the syrup is not overheated.

Putting the bananas on a plate that had just been brushed with oil, Su Qingluan turned around and soaked the iron pot in water, squatted down and pulled the partition of the vent to the end, completely extinguished the open flame in the hearth, and turned around and shouted outside: "Pull the banana and do it!" Let's try it, everyone! ”