When Su Qingluan heard such an innocent question, she felt very crying and laughing: "Eggs! Said to give daddy the eggs that were going to roll over! ”

Yang covered his mouth in surprise as if he had just woken up from a big dream: "Eh, I just boiled five white water eggs, and I threw them in the water after the cold water!" ”

In fact, Yang's boiled eggs do not have the habit of cold water. However, Su Qingluan told her that hard-boiled eggs would be easier to peel after passing through cold water. And eating eggs on your birthday is to have a good luck, so if you can, it's best to peel this egg without any egg white.

After all, smooth eggs are the "good eggs" that represent smooth luck.

But after all, the Yang family has not taken the matter of cold water as a habit, so after the cold water, he forgot about this stubble, and only then did he form the current oolong.

Yang was busy going to the stove room to get eggs, and after a while, he said: "Come on, come on, one for each person, everyone is lucky!" As he spoke, he put the egg on the table and rolled it back and forth with a slight force.

With a slight exertion, fine and dense cracks gradually formed on the thin and crispy eggshell. Yang opened a small hole along the crack, and then lifted a piece of eggshell, and a layer of white film inside the eggshell was torn off together.

Just a few times later, a white egg lay on Yang's hand.

"Yo, this big girl really said, peel the eggshell clean with cold water!"

Su Xueyan's little girl looked at A-Niang's movements, and asked in a milky voice: "Then, will Daddy's good luck be rolled away by us?" ”

Su Guangfu touched the top of his little daughter's hair lovingly: "No, it's everyone who helped Daddy take away the bad luck on his body." ”

When the little girl heard Daddy say this, she breathed a sigh of relief as if she had let go of something, and she also rolled the eggs on the table like Auntie just now.

However, she was still too young, and the strength of her hands was not well controlled, and her strength was too small at first, and the egg did not move at all. Not to mention a crack, not even a crack!

The little girl watched that everyone else in the family had gotten the eggs, and the brother had even put the eggs in his mouth with relish!

The little girl was in a hurry, and the strength in her hand was a little bigger. The child's hand is not deep, and this one is excessively forced.

Even a human toddler, who is only a little over three years old, when she exerts all her strength, that strength is not something that a small egg can bear.

So this one did not use enough force and bears the weight that should not be beared, and not only the shell shattered, but even the egg white cracked, revealing the tender yellow yolk inside.

"Eh!" The little girl looked at the egg that was almost split in half, her eyes were instantly filled with tears, and then the poor Baba held up the egg to Yang: "Daddy's good luck was broken by me!" ”

Su Qingluan felt that her heart was trembling with cuteness: What kind of angel baby is this! The first reaction was not "my egg is broken", but "Daddy's good luck is gone".

She wanted to give her own egg to her sister, but when she looked down, there was a bite missing from the egg's head, and there were still clear marks of her teeth on it—so clear that she could even analyze which tooth had destroyed the egg.

Su Qingluan: "......" She better shut up.

Fortunately, the little girl's concern is always "whether Daddy's good luck will be ruined by herself".

After Yang and Su Guangfu coaxed for a long time, and learned that she had successfully helped Daddy "roll" away from bad luck, the little girl burst into tears and laughed, and ate the egg in her hand that was divided into two very happily.

Although there were a few episodes in the meal, it was generally very pleasant.

After eating, Yang and Su Qingluan went to brush the dishes and chopsticks, Su Xuanhe went to endorse, Su Guangfu, as the birthday star, was forced to stop doing housework today, so he accompanied Su Xueyan to play in the yard.

By the time Su Qingluan returned to his room, although it was still early, it was already autumn, and even if it was not time to fall asleep, it was already so dark outside that he couldn't see his fingers.

Although Su Qingluan is very unaccustomed to candles and oil lamps, which are light sources that do not have enough illumination and sway from side to side, there is no way, now she can only make pancakes even if she is lying on the bed, so she can only make a living.

Fortunately, Su Qingluan is not reading or writing too many words in this kind of light, she is thinking about how to recruit people next - and most importantly, what exactly will the next series of jam do.

Now that the busiest period for grabbing the autumn harvest has passed, Su Qingluan is not worried about not being able to recruit workers.

However, how to arrange these people to recruit them is enough for her to have a headache.

It's not that it's too busy, it's the opposite – if anything, it's actually quite simple.

Pick wild fruits, mash them, cook them, add spices or condiments to improve the flavor, stir them again, seal them and store them until the flavors are fully integrated.

In fact, if he goes all out, Su Qingluan can guarantee that according to the hands-on ability of these hard-working villagers in Huaxi Village, I am afraid that it will not take three days for all the processes to be completed - this is still in a situation where the pace is not so hurried and slow, and the pace is more leisurely.

If we want to show the momentum to rush to harvest grain, I am afraid it will only take a day or two.

However, sometimes behind the labels such as "handmade", "luxury" and "craftsman spirit", what is represented is often not "efficient" and "high-yield", but "meticulous" and "picky".

It's "bones that can jump out of eggs".

So Su Qingluan is trying to figure out how to make each ordinary jam making step appear more "high" to satisfy the self-esteem of those rich and noble.

Whenever she thought of something, she used a charcoal pen to write a few simple strokes on the rice paper next to her - of course, this crooked font looked like a ghost drawing symbol to outsiders, but Su Qingluan knew that this was a simplified symbol that she had learned by taking class notes for many years in her previous life.

Of course, these symbols, at least in this era, can only be understood by herself.

These inspirations were very messy, Su Qingluan wrote wherever she wanted, so she didn't know when, she didn't even have time to wash, so she fell asleep on the bed and clothes.

However, because you don't sleep on a pillow, there will always be problems of one kind or another. For example, Su Qingluan slept until the next day and fell into a pillow.

After opening his eyes, his neck was so stiff that it seemed to hit cement, and Su Qingluan, who didn't dare to move: ...... Is she going to Xie Mansion to apply for a work injury?!