The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

Chapter 81

The oil for barbecue is scallion oil made from lard, it smells so good that she was immediately craving for it. Lard residue is also a good thing, it is cooked until crispy. Life was especially difficult, and this was a rare thing, there would not be much oil residue left from two kilograms of lard.

Put it in a small basin, and as soon as you lift the kitchen curtain, the fragrance will spread to the yard.

Lan Wangyan was instantly attracted and trotted over, reaching out to grab it, but Lan Wangshu dodged him and walked straight into the yard and put it on the small stone table.

"Didn't my sister tell me that I should wash my hands thoroughly before eating?"

Lan Wangyan rubbed his hands a little aggrievedly. The weather was cold and the water was cold too. They had also eaten without washing their hands before.

"The water is cold."

Lan Wangshu slowly climbed the ladder to the utility room. Several people didn't dare to take their eyes off her, for fear that she would fall. After all, for a little girl, that height was not short.

In her heart, she didn't think it was a big deal. The ladder was specially made. It looked like bamboo but was made of steel inside. The appearance was just modified to make it less conspicuous.

All the steps are tied with thick hemp ropes. As long as you don't slip, they are more stable than any ladder.

She took down the bucket of water that was drying on the roof; the temperature was just right.

Mo Yici strode forward to take the bucket, and put the ladder under her feet to make it more stable. She didn't know why a little girl like Lan Wangshu liked to tear off the tiles on the roof like a boy.

When she came down, Mo Yici stepped lightly on the ladder twice and flew up. He didn't even notice that the roof was a platform with a simple shed on it. The bottom was elevated and filled with many tables, chairs and benches. There was a mesh apron on the side that could be wrapped around, but it was not pulled up.

He jumped directly down from the roof and landed lightly, which made Lan Wangshu and Lan Wangyan extremely envious.

The girl came to her senses, picked up the bucket, poured some water, and watched Lan Wangyan wash his hands. The small cubes quickly formed foam in his small hands, with a slight scent of osmanthus.

Mo Yici and Cang Wenyuan are both careful people who like to observe. They found that everyone in the Lan family washes their hands with the same steps, which just ensures that all parts of the hands are taken care of after washing. They couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Lan Wangshu could certainly see that the seven-step hand washing method was to wash away the dirt on the hands, and there was nothing to hide.

"Xiaoyan, Xiaoyu, take your master to wash your hands, because we will have to skewer the dishes later."

She turned around and took out a small iron pot from the kitchen, boiled water on the charcoal stove in the yard, and then threw all the wooden skewers in to cook.

Everyone watching was stunned. What was this doing? Eating boiled bamboo sticks?

Mo Yici couldn't help but frown slightly, and fell into self-doubt. Is this what barbecue means? Not roasting with fire, but boiling with water?

Lan Wangshu ignored everyone and went back to skewering the meat. He bought all the ready-made marinade and seasonings from the system, put the packaging in a bamboo tube, burned a few holes in the sterilized silk cloth, tied it up with a rope, and was very satisfied. He was sure that the meat would be spread evenly now.

After a cup of tea, she went back to the yard, took out the wooden sticks, and hung them up to dry in the warmer air around the stove.

"Miss Lan, what's the point of doing this?"

Mo Yici discovered that she had her own way of doing things and would not do meaningless things, so she immediately humbly asked for advice.

"This is for disinfection. There are invisible and intangible dirt in the air. If you come into contact with it, it will be contagious. For example, if one person catches a cold, the whole family will easily catch a cold. Most of these things can only be killed by high temperatures, or by using highly concentrated alcohol."

Mo Yici had seen military doctors accompanying the army, who knew how to roast a knife with fire and boil a handkerchief with hot water, but she didn't expect that she could do the same with wine. This girl said it was based on her life experience, and she knew too much.

"Why is it okay to drink wine? Is it okay to drink wine?"

This question confused Lan Wangshu at once. In this era, there were strong liquors, about 72 or 73 degrees. This was the only suitable one. As for why, she didn't know. The 75-degree alcohol used in clinical practice was the closest.

"Only strong liquor."

Mo Yici nodded without asking any further questions.

"Okay, let's start skewering."

Lan Wangshu was afraid that he would ask questions that could not be explained. How could the usually cold little general be so curious?

She gently folded the side dish in her hand and wrapped it with bean curd skin.

She originally wanted to use dried tofu, but unfortunately the tofu shop hadn't made it yet at that time. If she used it, it would be exposed, so she had to be patient.

"Sister, is this the skin on the tofu we made?"

Lan Wangyu looked at the strange-looking tofu skin, which was very thin and had some wrinkles. He picked it up and examined it carefully for a few rounds.

"Yes, this thing is tofu skin. I picked it up from the soy milk last time. Remember?"

Cang Wenyuan looked at the thin layer of membrane and found it very novel. He followed the tofu shop throughout the process, but he did not see anyone else discover this thing. It turned out that the girls of the Lan family had different minds from ordinary people and could discover things that others could not.

"Can Tofu Shop make this?"