After eating, Su Qingwan took the big bowl, filled it with a full bowl, put a lid on it, and prepared to send it to Grandpa Su.
Before leaving, Grandma Su glanced at Su Qingwan, as if she had thought of something, but her tone was very casual, "Since you will live with me from now on, practice the basic skills of your craft again when you are free. Don't lose these."
, maybe we can use it one day.”
This is what Su Qingwan thought too, and she nodded quickly.
She planned to sell things to make money, so that she could live with Grandma Su, and she would quickly learn from as many teachers as she could.
To be a chef, in addition to having your own opinions on ingredients, you also need to have basic skills guaranteed. Otherwise, it will just be an empty recipe and your own abilities cannot keep up.
Such as knife skills, spoon skills, mashing, and butchering, these are the basics for getting started.
Su Qingwan's talent is high, and she can accurately identify each step, apply it rationally, and flexibly control the heat. However, other basic skills require a lot of effort to practice.
Nothing can be accomplished in one day, it requires accumulation over time.
She had seen Grandma Su cut vegetables, as small as potatoes into evenly sized shredded potatoes. This all took time to practice.
Grandma Su said: "I haven't laid a good foundation. It's hard for me to get into the elegant hall. If I really compare with those famous chefs, I'm just a little bit behind."
This is not because Grandma Su is being modest. She is telling Su Qingwan this to prevent her from being arrogant and impetuous, to do these things down-to-earth, and to hone her patience.
After Su Qingwan left grandma's house, she walked to Grandpa Su's house.
Grandpa Su's family lived at the entrance of the village. It was the lunch break in the village. Su Qingwan thought about it and took the path. There were fewer people here and it was less secluded and it was not easy to meet people. She took her things and went to the brigade director's house for fear of someone.
If you see it, you will gossip.
Fortunately, she didn't meet anyone along the way. When she arrived at Grandpa Su's house, she shouted inside.
There seemed to be no one at home, and after waiting for a while, someone answered.
It's Grandpa Su.
Su Qingwan walked in with a bowl in her hand and saw an old man sprinkling water in the vegetable garden. Grandpa Su was almost seventy, but he looked like a very energetic little old man. His legs and feet were quite convenient. He still wasn't convinced by old age.
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Grandpa Su lost his wife in his early years, so he raised the children by himself. He was able to speak well in Sujia Village. He used to be the director of the brigade. Later, when his son became successful, he let his son take over, while he was at home.
Living a leisurely life, of course if there is anything in the village, he will definitely be there to help.
The friendship with Grandma Su was also due to the fact that Grandma Su lost her husband, and since both husband and wife were meritorious, he respected him in his heart, and after going back and forth, the relationship became good.
Grandpa Su looked back and was surprised to see it was Su Qingwan, "It's Qingwan, why are you here?"
"Grandpa Su, my grandma asked me to bring you mung bean paste." Su Qingwan replied with a smile.
As soon as he heard this, Grandpa Su's greed was immediately intrigued. He stared straight at the bowl and swallowed, "Did your grandma make it?"
Su Qingwan smiled and said nothing.
She didn't say she did it herself, and wanted to hear Grandpa Su's evaluation.
How could Grandpa Su think about watering the water? He threw away the utensils in his hands and hurriedly called Su Qingwan to come in, "Come on, come on, come and sit in the main room for a while."
Su Qingwan followed her into the house and just put the bowl down when she turned around and saw Grandpa Su waiting there with a porcelain spoon in his hand.
She couldn't help laughing.
As soon as I opened the lid, the fragrance of mung beans filled the air. The mung beans had already cooled down, but the mung bean paste tasted even better in the summer.
Grandpa Su's eyes lit up after he took a sip. He ate up the full bowl and muttered incoherently.
“Delicious, delicious!”
Seeing Grandpa Su's appearance, Su Qingwan asked, "Grandpa, do you think this mung bean paste is any better than before?"
"There's nothing wrong with it, it's delicious." Grandpa Su replied casually.
Su Qingwan was relieved.
It seems that what I made is 80-90% similar to what grandma used to make.
Su Qingwan thought of the serious purpose of her visit and asked casually, "Grandpa, where did you get these mung beans? I heard my grandma said you gave them to her."
"Do you still want milk? I still have it here." Grandpa Su pointed to the land behind mysteriously and said with a smile: "It's all there. People in the village don't know that this thing is a good thing, and I don't understand either.
, but I heard your mother said that mung bean soup is good in summer, so I found some seeds and sprinkled some in the backyard, and dozens of kilograms of them come out every year."
At this time, most people don’t know how to make mung beans, and they don’t know how to make them. The grain station won’t collect them, and the village is a collective system, so naturally they won’t grow them. If Grandpa Su hadn’t been greedy, I’m afraid these dozens of people wouldn’t be able to grow them.
There are no kilograms of mung beans either.
Hearing this, Su Qingwan was a little excited. A few dozen kilograms would be enough for her to sell for a whole summer.
Thinking of this, Su Qingwan suppressed her pounding heart and asked: "Master, can you sell me all the mung beans you grow?"
She has no money now, but if she successfully sells the mung beans, she can give it to Grandpa Su if she has money.
"Sell?" Grandpa Su quickly waved his hand and shook his head and said: "Isn't this speculation? If you want it, just take it. My old man can't do it anyway. If you do it, just bring me a bowl to satisfy my craving.
, these mung beans are easy to grow and it doesn’t take a lot of effort.”
Hearing what Grandpa Su said, Su Qingwan was not polite to him. She thought that if she really made money, she would think of other ways to subsidize Grandpa Su.
In fact, it's not impossible to grow your own. It's just that it's already July, and the mung bean cycle lasts sixty days. After these two months, summer is gone, and Su Qingwan can't wait for so long.
She had to make some money quickly before the summer harvest.
So, the two agreed on a time when Su Qingwan would come to get the mung beans.
The next day.
Su Qingwan got up early. The sky outside was still a little dark. It was probably only around five o'clock. She went to bed early yesterday and there were no entertainment activities in the village. If she went to bed early, she would naturally wake up early.
After washing her face, Su Qingwan felt that she was in particularly good spirits. She smiled at the person in the mirror.
It's a new beginning from now on.
She first went to the kitchen in the dark, heated up yesterday's leftovers, and left another portion for Grandma Su.
After eating, it was dawn outside.
Su Qingwan took her tools and went out in high spirits.
On the way, I bumped into someone by accident. When the other person saw her, he was startled for a moment, and then he reacted and walked towards Su Qingwan enthusiastically, holding her hand with a gentle smile.