From a distance, Yang only saw his eldest daughter take out two eggs covered with mud from the jar, knock the mud off the outside, and wash them with water.

Glancing over there, Yang felt that the skin of the egg seemed to be a little different from his impression, a little gray, but he didn't pay too much attention to it.

But when Su Qingluan peeled off the outer skin of the egg, revealing the black and shiny "egg white" inside, Yang couldn't help but lean over to take a look.

Then, she felt a very pungent smell at the end of her nose, which reminded her of the smell of a latrine.

The conditioned reflex was general, and Yang Shi hurriedly flashed his body to the side and pinched his nose: "I said big girl, isn't this egg bad?" How about this color and this taste? ”

Su Qingluan carefully peeled off the preserved egg, revealing the egg white with a slightly transparent brown in the black inside.

She nodded secretly with satisfaction: It seems that the craftsmanship of making Songhua eggs in her previous life has not been lost, and she will have to get over it later.

Thinking so, she peeled another preserved egg and put it on the plate - even if the preserved egg did not fail, this thing could not be eaten too much after all, and depending on Yang's reaction, it might really fail in the end, in this case, Su Qingluan still planned to peel only two preserved eggs.

As a result, as soon as he finished peeling the skin, he heard that his mother suspected that the preserved egg was broken, and turned his head to look over, Yang was pinching his nose and frowning, looking very disgusted.

Su Qingluan said with a smile: "Auntie, don't worry, although this 'preserved egg' smells a little pungent, it has a unique flavor, and it is not bad—where is our cotton thread?" ”

"In that basket in the bottom right corner of the bedside table in my room - what do you want cotton thread for?" Yang is still a little skeptical.

Su Qingluan sold it: "You'll know in a while!" ”

"This girl, why is it a god babbling......" Yang shook his head when he saw Su Qingluan running into the house with a smoke. He looked down at the preserved egg with disgust, sniffed it again, and muttered, "Isn't this just the smell of a latrine?" Is this thing really edible? ”

After a while, Su Qingluan took a roll of white cotton thread and entered the stove again, tore open a suitable length, wet the cotton thread with water, pressed it on top of the preserved egg from the longitudinal surface, and pressed it hard, and the preserved egg was divided into two.

It was already semi-liquid and the egg whites were partially oily, but Su Qingluan still suppressed the idea that he wanted to take a bite of his head, and then pressed the cotton thread on the preserved egg again.

Divided into four and a half, the two preserved eggs were evenly divided into eight equal parts, Su Qingluan evenly placed the eight preserved eggs on the plate, formed a circle, and put a small seasoning dish in the middle, in which the vinegar and a little thick sesame oil were placed.

Although it is still a pity that there is no spicy oil, but this is also something that cannot be done - after all, from the current point of view, Su Qingluan has not seen red peppers on the market, nor has he touched corn, potatoes or tomatoes.

It's not that she hasn't asked around, after all, this place really has a bit of a "backcountry" taste. But even if he was well-informed and well-known, he had never seen the food that Su Qingluan described to him.

…… Although Su Qingluan used the name of "imagination", in retrospect, Mu Xingzhi's eyes at that time were very subtle, and she didn't dare to ask too obviously.

Retracting his thoughts, Su Qingluan brought this plate of preserved eggs to the table.

As expected, in addition to drooling over a plate of preserved eggs, my father and mother, including my younger brother and sister, all had a respectful attitude towards this black "unknown object".

"Sister, this egg is stinky!" Su Xueyan's little girl pinched her delicate little nose, her eyebrows were about to wrinkle, and Su Xuanhe also had the word "disgust" written all over her face.

The most insipid reaction should be Su Guangfu, who did not show obvious resistance on his face. But Su Qingluan noticed that he pulled the pony away from the place where the preserved egg was without a trace, although only a little.

…… It seems that everyone really dislikes it.

The first time to make such a "disgusting" food, Su Qingluan's mood was still very delicate. However, she also understood that taste could not be forced, and she thought that she was not used to drinking the boiled tea soup that was very popular in this era—the kind of thing that boiled and drank tea leaves, salt, and spices together, which she thought was very evil, but it did not prevent people in this era from drinking with relish.

Although he didn't have much hope, Su Qingluan still had to correct the name of the preserved egg: "I said you, don't be so disgusted - although this preserved egg smells stinky, it tastes very good." In fact, there are many such things that smell bad and eat fragrant, so isn't the water soup a good example? ”

This last example of "water soup" is a very vivid and convincing example. After all, everyone originally looked at the fishy and smelly water, and wanted to hide far away, but now the family is eating happily.

Seeing that everyone was eager to try again, Su Qingluan pointed to the aged vinegar sesame oil dish in the middle: "The pungent smell on the surface of the preserved eggs is gone when it is stained with aged vinegar, and it is more delicious and refreshing?" "So you really don't want to eat this Amway?

Finally, it was Yang who said: "Since the eldest girl said so, I'll try ......" After a pause, she discussed with Su Guangfu with a cautious meaning, "Daddy, let's eat a piece?" ”

Su Guangfu looked at the size of the preserved egg and nodded cautiously.

Generally speaking, whenever Su Qingluan came up with a new food, the two little guys, Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan, always rushed to try it.

But this time, the two little ones looked very "steady and humble", quietly waiting for their parents to "taste", and they were very cautious in sandwiching the "at least very normal food" made by A-Niang.

Generally speaking, according to the rules of the old and the young, the Su family waited until the two elders moved the chopsticks, and the three children followed.

This time, in order to demonstrate, Su Qingluan took the lead in picking up a piece of preserved egg, dipped it in old vinegar, and then sent it into his mouth.

The white part of the preserved egg has become a very elastic jelly-like skin, and it is even more elastic when dipped in aged vinegar. Moreover, the aged vinegar neutralizes the pungent ammonia taste, which makes the special flavor of the preserved eggs more and more stimulated.

The egg yolk is semi-liquid, as if it were a thick sauce, and the mouth is filled with a thick tactile sensation in an instant.

Su Qingluan couldn't help but squint her eyes slightly: That's the taste!

God knows that since she was sick in her previous life, in order to be able to recover quickly, she threw all the "unhealthy diets" behind her head in order to be able to survive.

The results are obviously not satisfactory, even if she wants to eat science with nutrition and health, but in the end it still relapses and deteriorates. In the end, by the time she wanted to break the jar and simply get over it, she was already a serious cachexia and couldn't eat anything.

So Su Qingluan hasn't tasted preserved eggs for several years - let alone preserved eggs made by himself!

This makes the original seven points of delicious preserved eggs become ten out of ten in an instant!

Seeing that Su Qingluan looked so delicious that he was about to cry, Yang and Su Guangfu glanced at the black preserved eggs with some confusion: Is this thing really so delicious?

Yang picked up a piece of preserved egg and split it in two from the middle, and the yolk flowed down instantly. A look of pity flashed in Su Qingluan's eyes, and he didn't make such a heartbroken move as licking the plate.

Su Guangfu and the Yang family picked up half of the preserved eggs, and also followed Su Qingluan's example, and dipped them in aged vinegar - they probably thought of the very "awakening" taste of preserved eggs, so they didn't feel at ease and dipped them in the aged vinegar dish a few more times, and then carefully put them in their mouths and chewed.

“…… What do you think? Su Qingluan was still a little apprehensive.

“…… It's okay, it's a peculiar texture, crunchy, a little springy. Yang's frowning brow furrowed slightly, but he didn't have the same expression as if he had a delicious food.

And Su Guangfu sandwiched another piece of preserved egg, ate it without staining the vinegar, and then commented: "It tastes more rushed without dipping in vinegar, but it can also be eaten." ”

“…… Many...... Thanks for the compliment? The corners of Su Qingluan's mouth twitched: I feel that although Daddy and Auntie can eat preserved eggs, their evaluation of this ingredient is quite "reluctant"...... Su Qingluan thought.

Perhaps it is in between, that the two children are more cautious about preserved eggs, and they both hesitate again and again and do not try.

Su Qingluan didn't have a particularly strong Anli brother and sister eating preserved eggs - after all, strictly speaking, although preserved eggs have a unique flavor, they are not very healthy, and it is not good to eat more, especially for children with long bodies.

Since the two of them didn't plan to try, Su Qingluan was not reluctant.

As for Yang and Su Guangfu - although they couldn't stand the somewhat pungent and weird taste of the preserved eggs for a while, it was obvious that they liked the crispy texture of the teeth.

So although he still complained about "big girl, can't you make this thing less stinky" and something like that, Su Guangfu and Eyang ate most of the preserved eggs together.

"I'm used to the taste of this preserved egg, and it's okay." Yang nodded, "But it would be better if you could cover up the taste of this preserved egg with something else......

Yang muttered, but she didn't mean to let Su Qingluan do it - for Su Qingluan's attitude of tinkering with food, her attitude has always been: Su Qingluan likes it, let her tinker; If she doesn't want to do it or doesn't have time, then Yang will do it, and it doesn't make much difference.

However, although the Yang family just muttered casually, Su Qingluan was interested.

...... mask the taste of preserved eggs? She muttered secretly: Yes, there is obviously a better diet for everyone to adapt to the taste of preserved eggs, why did she forget it?

So she volunteered: "Auntie, come back tomorrow, how about we do it together?" ”

Tomorrow, she will definitely impress the whole family with the "stinky fart"!