The soup dumplings made by Su Qingluan are fat and thin, not too lean meat, and the meat is too woody, and it is not too fat and too greasy.

However, with the addition of the two grilled pork rinds and chicken pieces, as well as the wild vegetables with dipping sauce, everyone felt a little uncomfortable after eating.

But children can be lazy, but adults have to get back to work.

Yang asked the three children to rest first, and beckoned Su Guangfu to come over to help.

Su Qingluan is not a real child after all, he can't watch Su Guangfu and Yang chatter with peace of mind, he is sitting next to him and watching, plus he is a little curious about what they are going to do in such a hurry, so he followed the two of them to the stove room, but found that the big pot that was used to pickle dried radishes with Sun Guixiang in the house before was now covered with mustard gnocchi stained with soil.

Seeing Su Qingluan coming over, Yang hurriedly waved his hand: "You have been making dinner for a long time, you are already very tired, your father and I have eaten too much, and there is just some food accumulation, so take advantage of the fact that the sky is not too dark, today is close to the middle of the month, and the moonlight outside is good, cut a part of this mustard greens first, otherwise it will be bad after a long time." ”

"So much?!" Su Qingluan looked at the pot, and at a casual glance, there should be twenty or thirty mustard greens, right?

"It's not too much, the dried radish that was dried before, weighed it is not enough for two catties, these mustard greens are shredded and pickled, and they are just right for rice in winter - we can't just eat dried radish."

As he spoke, Yang beckoned Su Guangfu to carry the pot of mustard gnocchi with her to a position close to the water tank, scooped the water into the basin one by one, and Su Guangfu began to scrub the soil on the surface of the mustard with great force.

When the mud had been washed to the ground, Yang took the clean mustard gnocchi and began to shred it on the board.

Compared with the meticulous work of shredding, washing mustard gnocchi is very fast after all, so Su Qingluan simply started shredding in front of the board with Yang.

Su Qingluan sighed in her heart while cutting half of it: If it weren't for the lack of iron-smelting technology in this era, she really wanted to get a silk polisher.

However, due to the limitations of the technology of the times, Su Qingluan can imagine that even if the silk wiper is barely made out, it is estimated that it will be rusty and dull in three days, and the maintenance cost is very high.

Thinking of this, Su Qingluan sighed: In the era of low productivity, it is really inconvenient everywhere.

Yang on the side saw his daughter sighing, misunderstood the reason, and hurriedly took the kitchen knife in Su Qingluan's hand: "You see that you are tired and sighing, don't hurry up and rest, such a little work, your father and I will do it in less than one night." ”

"Mother, I'm not tired, I'm just ......"

"Yes, yes, you're not tired, it's just that A-Niang is distressed, okay?" Yang pushed and shoved Su Qingluan out of the stove room, obviously not believing a word she said.

In Yang's opinion, although his eldest daughter is very sensible, sometimes she is too sensible, and she obviously feels tired, so she has to be so polite and refuses to rest.

Su Qingluan knew as soon as she saw Ah Niang's expression that no matter how she explained it now, the Yang family would not be in detail. There is a kind of tiredness, it is your mother who thinks you are tired.

A little helpless, Su Qingluan felt that his heart was still very warm.

Since A-Niang asked her to rest early, Su Qingluan no longer shirked and turned around and returned to her room.

Originally, she thought that she had just finished dinner and was busy in the kitchen for a while, and it was impossible for her to fall asleep so quickly. However, she clearly underestimated the quality of sleep in teenagers in the age group of thirteen or fourteen.

However, as soon as it was touched by the pillow, without two efforts to turn over, Su Qingluan sank into a dark and sweet dream.

When she woke up the next day, she went to the kitchen first, and to her surprise, she found that only about a third of the mustard gnocchi had been cut in the large pot before, and most of the rest was piled up in the basin untouched.

Of course, these mustard gnocchies are not the black and dusty they were yesterday, they have been carefully brushed to reveal a turquoise undertone.

On the other side, the shredded mustard greens, which had been cut into thin strips, had been sprinkled with layers of salt, and now the whole thing had wilted due to the strong dehydration effect.

Su Qingluan took a closer look: Well, the mustard shreds, which were originally very crisp and could be easily pinched, have become soft and flexible after dehydration, and they will not break if they are not pinched hard.

This is a sign that the mustard shreds have been pickled. But...... Su Qingluan leaned his nose forward and sniffed: How can this salt, pickled mustard shreds, faintly smell a smell of stinky radish?

Soon, Yang gave Su Qingluan an an answer: "Ah, you don't feel wrong, the salt of this pickled mustard shredded is the brine left over from the last time we pickled the dried radish, and it was steamed and dried again - there is a lot left after this salt is steamed and dried, if you just throw it away, what a pity!" ”

Su Qingluan was stunned, and then figured it out: in the previous life and this life, the price of "salt" is completely incomparable.

In this era, even if the Su family is no longer too bound by money and does not have to look too far ahead and backward what to buy, "salt" is still a luxury condiment for the vast majority of people.

And Su Guangfu and Yang's family, although they no longer worry about money, but the habit of saving and calculating everywhere and just wanting to waste less in the past is still retained.

Su Qingqing can't blame his father and mother for this - it is better to say that it is with these "recycling" wisdom that the two of them have brought up their three children.

So she just smiled and said, "Daddy and Auntie are really smart, so you can save a lot of money to buy salt!" ”

Considering that there were still a bunch of shredded mustard greens that had not been cut, Su Qingluan discussed with the Yang family and finished cutting the remaining shredded mustard greens at home today, and looked at his sister by the way.

Originally, Yang was a little worried that if he didn't marinate the mustard shreds as soon as possible, he would spoil, so he nodded, and went to the town with Su Guangfu to set up a stall - the weather has been getting colder and colder recently, and the soup is spicy and warm-up, and it is becoming more and more popular. So the two of them have closed their stalls a little late in the past few days.

And Su Qingluan asked her sister to play in the yard for a while, and if she was free to cut the mustard shreds, she would dance with her to the grid.

Since she taught the little girl to "jump the grid", she seems to have discovered a new world, and she has been dancing with others with him all day long, and she is not tired of it at all. The family, from Su Guangfu to Su Xuanhe, was forced to play with Su Xueyan.

But so far, except for Su Xuanhe, the rest of the family can't keep up with the little girl's flexible skills.

Originally, Su Qingluan was still thinking that if she didn't play with her sister, she might be unhappy for a while, thinking about how to coax her.

As a result, the little girl nodded very calmly: "Sister, I know, can I find other friends to play with?" ”