"Ahh Sister, you didn't give me meat! Su Xuanhe saw that the meat slices did not have their own share, and immediately pouted as if they could hang an oil bottle.

Yang angrily tapped the edge of his son's dipping plate with chopsticks: "Your sister's arm is so long, can she still give you meat across the mountains and the sea?" Such a big child, can't he clip it? ”

Su Qingluan lowered her head and asked her sister next to her, "Is this spicy degree okay?" Ever feel sick to your throat? "The most intolerant spicy person in the family is Su Xueyan. As long as she can accept the level of pungency, the whole family will be fine.

The little girl ate a piece of shabu shabu and chewed it a few times: "It's a little spicy." But looking at her expression, it was not unbearable.

Su Qingluan thought for a while, went to get sesame oil and poured it into Su Xueyan's dipping dish: "Wrap it in a layer of sesame oil and taste it?" ”

Su Qingluan only added a little salt to this sesame oil, and did not add additional garlic - after all, raw garlic is too spicy for this little girl.

Sure enough, after being coated with another layer of mellow oil, the spicy taste originally inspired by dogwood became more pure and soft, and even Su Xueyan was very happy to eat it.

And Yang's is the original soup dipping dish eaten empty, and he praised while eating: "Eh, I can't see that the clear oil refined from green peppercorns is so fragrant!" And this slightly numb feeling - is it a pepper? ”

Su Qingluan nodded: "Put some, not a lot, otherwise your tongue will be too numb, and you won't be able to eat the original taste of the food." ”

The milky white salty and umami broth makes the base of the rattan pepper pot, which is a little faint in the original fragrance, more mellow and delicious, and also makes the shabu-shabu in it more flavorful, and the aroma of chicken and pork is infiltrated. Even if it is a vegetarian dish, you can eat a faint aroma of meat.

"This soup is fat enough." Su Guangfu sighed, "There's a lot of oil in it?" ”

Su Qingluan smiled and shook his head: "Only the barrel bones and chicken fat with skin were added." But there is bone marrow in the barrel bones, and there is fat in the chicken skin - not to mention the chicken fat and the salted meat that was cut before. "The pickled bacon Su Qingluan also chooses pork belly with fat and lean, so the fat content is also quite considerable.

Yang sighed when he heard this: "No wonder this soup smells so good!" So saying, he was going to bring out a bowl of soup in a small bowl and drink it.

The test area didn't dare to look at it, and sighed in my heart: so much fat has been simmered for almost two hours, this pot of soup is fine if it is only shabu-shabu, if it is drunk directly, it is a proper gout package! Although Yang is only in his thirties, who picks people for gout?

But she thought about it - gout and three highs are both "diseases of wealth", but looking at Yang's lean body, as well as the dietary level of everyone eating bran pharyngeal vegetables before, no matter how you look at it, it can't reach the level of "wealth", right?

After weighing the two, Su Qingluan persuaded: "Auntie, I made this soup base a little salty in order to make the shabu-shabu taste good." Isn't A-Niang's throat uncomfortable these days? Or don't drink such a salty soup, if A-Niang wants to drink, I'll boil a lighter pot another day. ”

Although Su Qingluan wanted Yang not to drink this "gout acceleration soup", what he said was indeed the truth. Autumn is dry and dry, and it is easy to catch fire. If you eat too salty at this time and your throat is inflamed, there are no anti-inflammatory drugs that can be used in this era.

What's more, throat inflammation not only hinders speech, but even affects eating, so as soon as Yang heard her daughter persuade her like this, she immediately dispelled the idea of drinking broth: "That's right, such a fresh soup base, if you drink it all at once, there will be no taste for shabu-shabu later." ”

Su Qingluan was secretly relieved to see that A-Niang had dispelled the idea of drinking broth.

At this time, Su Xuanhe was curious about the taste of the garlic sesame oil dish, so he made a dish by himself.

Originally, although the bottom of Su Qingluan's rattan pepper pot was fresh and fragrant enough, Su Xuanhe didn't like the crispy taste of the pepper. But when the shabu-shabu of the rattan pepper pot is dipped in the garlic sesame oil dish, the whole rattan pepper pot is covered with a gentle and delicate fragrance of sesame oil. Garlic brings out the flavor of sesame oil.

Because Su Qingluan's mutton is cut as thin as paper, not to mention that this time I bought relatively tender lamb, so the compound spices fully cover up the smell of mutton. And because the slices of meat are very thin, there is almost no need to refuse, and a gentle sip of the fat and thin high lamb is drawn between the lips and teeth.

For a while, everyone's taste buds captured by this mellow taste were intoxicated by this feast between lips and tongues - the evidence is that even the youngest Su Xueyan waved a pair of chopsticks and picked the mutton into the shabu-shabu little by little.

Of course, her movements are not very skilled, in order to prevent her from being burned, most of the time Su Qingluan or Su Guangfu help her serve the dishes from left to right.

After eating the mutton and leafy greens for a while, the carrots, yams and other ingredients that went into the pot at the beginning were also boiled until they were soft and delicious, and they were ready to eat.

Su Qingluan took the lead in adding a slice of yam, and the yam at this time was no longer the kind of rusty and crispy texture, but soft and smooth in the mouth. The fragrant hemp of rattan pepper oil and the saltiness of the broth made the yam very delicious, and then wrapped in a layer of sesame oil garlic, Su Qingluan felt that the mouthful of yam was so soft and glutinous that she couldn't open her mouth.

"Well, it's time for this yam." Su Guangfu also tasted a piece of yam and beckoned everyone, "Yam is easy to slide down, Erzhuang, take a colander and fish it out." ”

Su Xuanhe was eating happily and didn't want to move places. But I heard Su Qingluan say: "A-Niang, did you forget to bring the fried chicken?" ”

Su Xuanhe's eyes lit up, and he immediately "brushed" and got up: "I'll go and get it now!" ”

Seeing his younger brother like this, Su Qingluan sneered: "Are you a weasel?" When I mentioned the chicken, my eyes lit up. It's not like you're going to steal a few pieces, is it? I've just counted, there are twenty-three pieces in total, and you don't have one missing. ”

Su Xuanhe was broken by Sister A's thoughts, scratched the back of his head and smirked, and then trotted to the stove room.

Su Qingluan pursed his lips and shook his head: "This stinky boy, there is a lot of caution. ”

Unlike Su Xuanhe, who is willing to eat fried chicken, for Su Xueyan, the crispy fried chicken nuggets are still too "difficult" for her millet teeth, and the gums of a three-year-old child are very delicate.

Because of this, this little girl still has a little "grudge" against fried chicken, so no matter how crispy and delicious the fried chicken nuggets are served, she just glances at them coldly and is not enthusiastic.

Su Qingluan was amused by her little sister's little appearance.

However, Su Xuanhe, who came out with fried chicken nuggets, looked injured: "Sister, I counted, and the chicken nuggets are only nineteen!" Which of you stole it?! ”

Seeing his younger brother's indignant expression, Su Qingluan and Yang glanced at each other and laughed out loud.

Although Su Xueyan didn't know why A-Niang and A-Sister laughed, she was infected by this laughter and laughed hahaha.

When Su Xuanhe knew that Sister Ah just said a random number, he said that he was very hurt and looked like he was about to close himself. But when Su Qingluan sandwiched two pieces of chicken for him in a row, this kid's face immediately changed to "The world is big, and the fried chicken is the biggest", and his mouth was full of oil.

The sun was setting in the west, and the canopy had slowly turned from orange to dark blue, and now the courtyard could barely see the figures in the distance.

Although the night breeze was cold, no one felt the cold in the small farmhouse courtyard, and everyone ate warmly.

Because everyone has plenty of food in front of them, a hot broth, and a shelter behind them.

When Su Qingluan sat opposite Zhang's mother again, it was two days later.

This time, Mama Zhang's attitude towards Su Qingluan was more kind than last time: even from the dispatch of the carriage, the laying of cushions in the car, and the preparation of refreshments...... and so on, you can feel the other party's intentions.

Su Qingluan really felt this time that Mama Zhang really had the ability to be reused by the ladies of the deep house - careful and thoughtful, meticulous, but just right, not exceeding the rules at all.

As long as Zhang's mother really sees the other party in her eyes, then she will never let the other party see anything wrong.

Su Qingluan thought, I'm afraid that the jam with ginger juice is a great achievement.

"Mrs. Su, please use tea," Zhang's mother smiled slightly, which could make Su Qingluan feel kind and peaceful. Originally, the serious and rigid middle-aged woman seemed to be just twin sisters who looked very similar to the current person.

Su Qingluan belongs to the personality of "you respect me for a foot, I will return you for a foot". If the other party is angry with her, she can choke people to death with a word.

But Zhang's mother was polite, and she began to socialize and nodded with a smile to express her gratitude.

The two of you exchanged a few words in social rhetoric, and began to get to the point.

"The jam that Mrs. Su gave to the old woman last time...... It's really unique. But how did Su Niangzi come up with the idea of adding ginger to jam? There was inquiry in Zhang's mother's eyes.

Su Qingluan didn't hide it—he couldn't hide it anyway—and generously told the story of Zhang's mother's preference for ginger candy when he was in the mountains with Liuyue that day.

"What's more, ginger is mild, warms the body, and has a special spicy smell, which is often used when cooking, which can not only remove the fishy smell, but also dissolve the feeling of greasy mouth, and can have the effect of relieving nausea." Su Qingluan said with a smile, "What's more, my jam also adds a little spices and herbs that can also warm the body, and it is taken with warm and purified water, and long-term drinking can relieve cold hands and feet." ”

Zhang's mother nodded: "That's right, every time I eat that jam in the past two days, I feel that the original dizziness of standing and sitting for a long time has been reduced a lot." ”

Su Qingluan said in his heart when he heard this: It is estimated that it is a long-term fasting and low blood sugar, right? In addition to the fructose in the pulp, a large amount of granulated sugar is added to the jam, which can greatly alleviate hypoglycemia.