Su Qingluan couldn't help but laugh when she heard her little sister's adjective: Although children are sometimes prone to childish words, they can sometimes say such amazing sentences that make adults feel incredible.

Yang also smiled: "Yo, our three girls are quite good at talking." ”

Su Qingluan smiled: "Maybe Xue Yan can be a female poet in the future?" ”

Yang hurriedly smiled and said: "Eh, she is also a poetess, you praise her so much, she will float away!" Turning around and raising a little face again, the triumphant Su Xueyan smiled and said, "Your sister is biased to say a few words, but you don't have to take it seriously!" There are many talented men in the world, why is it your turn to be a little girl? Let's eat yours quickly! ”

The little girl pouted, stopped talking, and ate with her head bored, Su Qingluan sighed secretly in her heart, but she also understood that there were some things that could not be blamed on A-Niang - the environment in which she lived and her life "experience" all told the Yang family that women can be hardworking and strong, but dreams like "female poets" are not boundary.

Poets can only be done by those who read, but women can't go to school, and even if they go to school, they can only know a few words, read account books, manage accounts, and urge future children to read their homework.

To put it bluntly, I still have to go back to "husband and child".

Therefore, Yang thinks that what a "female poet" is a marginal dream talk.

Su Qingluan didn't necessarily say that she wanted her sister to be a poetess, she just said it casually. However, she still felt that Yang's attitude made her feel a little sad - not for Yang or Su Xueyan, but for the whole era.

Sighing, Su Qingluan didn't say anything more, and picked up a piece of fish: It's still delicious and soothing!

Su Qingluan put the black fish meat as white as snow in the soy sauce dipping dish and gently rolled it once, evenly dipping the soy sauce dipping sauce on both sides of the fish and putting it in his mouth.

Immediately, she couldn't help but squint her eyes very happily: sure enough, the hot pot that comes out after the rice soup is boiled is a little less spicy and spicy than the ordinary spicy or rattan pepper pot, but it is more tender and fragrant!

The rich aroma of the rice completely envelops the sweetness of the fish and slides into the throat at once - just like my sister just said, the ingredients seem to melt!

Soon, everyone discovered the beauty of this rice soup hot pot, and the speed of putting down the chopsticks also increased.

However, in order to ensure that the meat is smooth and fragrant enough, and it can be enjoyable, so this time the ingredients Su Qingluan let Yang handle it in larger pieces, so that the spices marinated can also ensure that the excessive seasoning flavor does not cover up the taste of the ingredients themselves.

What's more, if an ingredient such as fish is cut too thinly, it is easy to break and cannot be eaten.

What's more, there are river freshness and other raw meat, Su Qingluan doesn't dare to let the pot pick up the ingredients without opening, otherwise he will have parasitic diseases?

There is food in front of you, but you have to wait. Because of this, the period before the pot boils again is particularly difficult.

But it's not the same thing to blow the cold wind with such big eyes, and the chirps in the stomachs of several people are really embarrassing, so they can only start chatting - otherwise, one by two, the whole family is like the reincarnation of a hungry wolf, and the eyes are green and shining with thief light, and they have stared at when the white water inside began to bubble with joy.

Yang sighed: "The three girls have a lot of ideas, why didn't I find out before, the meat from the bottom of the pot made of rice soup is so tender and soft!" ”

Su Guangfu retorted when he heard this: "In the past, it was impossible to use good rice to grind rice milk into rice milk in our house, just to make the bottom of this shabu-shabu." ”

Yang couldn't help but nodded: That's the case. In the past, not to mention rice, even if it was rice that had not been hulled, the Su family could cook and eat it with the belt meat - the reason is very simple, although the chaff outside is difficult to chew, it is not poisonous in the end, and it can satisfy hunger.

In that kind of time when there is nothing in the stomach, "eating" is everything, and there is not even any spare money to buy refined salt and other various spices, just to be able to change everything to eat, how can there be leisure to study what shabu-shabu?

"But why?" Su Xueyan tilted her little head, "It's all boiled and eaten, and the rice soup is exceptionally delicious!" ”

Su Qingluan touched her sister's hairy little head: "Because the rice soup is thick, it is said that it is cooked food, and I am afraid that it is more appropriate to say that it should be 'stuffy' cooked food." This way you won't overcook those slices of meat, and it will naturally taste better. ”

What's more, the thickness of the rice soup can also allow the meat slices to lock in the moisture and flavor inside, which is naturally more delicious and delicious.

In a few words, the pot had been slightly opened, Su Xuanhe was an anxious man, and he was too busy to pick up the new half plate of river shrimp, and was slapped on the arm by Su Qingluan with a chopstick: "You have to open the pot to eat!" Otherwise, you're going to have a tummy again! ”

"Isn't this already boiling?" Su Xuanhe pointed to the two bubbles that had just floated up, "Oh, the bubbles are all floating, yes, the third one!" ”

"Then you're counting so carefully." Su Qingluanpi glared at his younger brother with a smile, "Count another hundred!" ”

According to Su Xuanhe's speed at which the number is comparable to that of a mouth, it is estimated that after a hundred counts, he will be able to continue eating.

However, she forgot that Su Xuanhe was just a seven-year-old child, and he was also a seven-year-old child in the ancient countryside who had not undergone the baptism of cruel involution.

It's okay to let him count within twenty or thirty, and then it will be a little harder, and after counting forty or fifty, he will stumble a little.

So when Su Xuanhe counted to fifty-nine, the pot was boiling, and he hadn't finished counting a hundred, so he only looked at Su Qingluan aggrievedly.

Su Qingluan was "poofed" by this kind of little dog's abandoned eyes, and put a chopstick shrimp into Su Xuanhe's dipping plate and said with a smile: "What are you doing looking at me stunned?" Now that the shrimp you've been longing for is finally healed, are you going to eat it? How stupid is that? ”

Su Xuanhe reacted, he was surrounded by Sister A - Su Qingluan never said that he could only eat it after a hundred counts!

But Su Xueyan was still sticking out her tongue at him on the side: "Brother is stupid!" ”

"Huh, I'm stupid? Can you count a hundred without pausing? While speaking, Su Xuanhe hurriedly put the river shrimp in the plate into his mouth.

However, he forgot that the shell of this relatively large river shrimp is much harder than that of millet grains, and there are even two thin shrimp tongs, if the shrimp head is pointed at the mouth, the upper teeth and the mucous membrane in the mouth will be pierced with blood!

The next moment, Su Xuanhe screamed "eh", covering his mouth pitifully and looking at it with tears in his eyes.

Everyone was frightened by this sudden sound, and they all looked at him, seeing that he covered his mouth, Su Guangfu, who was sitting next to him, pulled Su Xuanhe's arm, but didn't see anything, so he asked, "Eat well, what are you calling?" ”

Su Xuanhe rolled his lower lip out when he heard this, it didn't matter what he saw, everyone was startled.

"Brother!" Su Xueyan jumped up, "You shed a lot of blood!" ”