When Su Qingluan heard Yang ask her this, she nodded uncertainly: "I think I can, but I'm not very good at rolling the dough."
Yang was not surprised, and smiled and waved to her: "It's okay, you are smart, you can do anything quickly, I will do it for you a few times, and you will know how to do it!"
Su Qingluan nodded.
So of course, Su Qingluan "learned" rolling out dumpling wrappers and making dumplings "very quickly". In Yang's series of compliments such as "My eldest daughter is smart and learns everything quickly", she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
...It's a bit embarrassing, the kind of embarrassment that comes with being praised for your talent while holding a cheating device.
Then she thought again, at least her hard work in her previous life was true, and her master had also praised her for her talent in cooking.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan felt much more at ease - it was the cheating device he prescribed for himself anyway, so he didn't feel too guilty!
While I was thinking about it, I had a bunch of fat, pot-bellied dumplings on hand - most of them were white, but occasionally a few were emerald green.
When the dumplings were half-wrapped, there were rapid footsteps in the yard outside. Accompanying the footsteps was Su Xuanhe's loud voice: "A'niang! A'sister! Little sister! I'm back!"
Su Qingluan turned around and shouted into the yard: "I got here before my throat was up - why is Dad so wet all over?" The latter sentence was addressed to Su Guangfu.
Su Guangfu shook his head: "It's okay, it's just that the raincoat is broken. I'll repair it later."
Yang turned around and came out at this time: "Is it raining again in the town?"
"Isn't it?" Su Xuanhe's tone was very exaggerated, "It's raining so hard! It's like a curtain!"
Su Qingluan felt that his younger brother was actually very talented in acting, and asked with a smile: "Then why didn't you get wet?"
"Of course my father gave me the good coir raincoat. Mine was broken..." Su Xuanhe scratched his head.
While talking, Mrs. Yang had already brought out a bowl: "Master, drink this ginger soup quickly and change into clean clothes. Don't get cold!"
Su Qingluan was a little surprised: "Auntie, how could you conjure up a bowl of ginger soup so quickly?"
"I'm not a god or a bodhisattva, how could I change?" Mrs. Yang carefully blew the bowl of ginger soup in her hand, "This ginger foam is left over from seasoning the meat filling, and the hot water for cooking dumplings is boiled in the pot. Just flush it and it'll be fine - be careful because it's hot." The latter words were said to Su Guangfu.
Su Guangfu nodded, blew into the ginger soup a few more times to cool down the temperature of the ginger soup, raised his head and drank it, handed the bowl to Yang, turned around and went into the house to change clothes and repair his raincoat.
Seeing that Su Xuanhe had changed, Su Qingluan came out and said in a loud voice: "Su Xiaoer, go pick the garlic and mash it into minced garlic!"
Their family does not have the tradition of "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen". Unless his sister is too young, Su Xuanhe must develop the habit of helping with housework since childhood! Su Qingluan muttered secretly.
"I'm not Su Xiaoer, my name is Su Xuanhe!" Although he had a bad face, Su Xuanhe's little friend still went to pick garlic obediently.
Su Qingluan laughed when he saw this: Ever since this younger brother went to study with Master Zhou, there has been no academic progress in the past few days, but he is more "burdened" than before. The most obvious point is that the rejection of nicknames such as "Er Zhuang" and "Su Xiaoer" is growing.
"Ha, I haven't learned much knowledge, but my problems are getting worse," Su Qingluan said with a smile, "Did you memorize the book Master Zhou asked you to memorize 'this time'? Memorize it for me after dinner!"
Although Su Qingluan did not want to take over a job like "tutoring homework" that was not conducive to stabilizing blood pressure, considering the literacy level of other people in the family, Sui Qingluan could only reluctantly take over this uneasy job.
Sure enough, after hearing Su Qingluan's words, Su Xuanhe didn't care about putting on a bad face. He finished the minced garlic in three strokes, and quickly wanted to get into the room to endorse, but he was surprised and said: "Little sister? What are you doing squatting here? What? Grow mushrooms?"
"Humph! I hate it too!!" The little girl, who was still having an awkward moment, decisively launched a group attack.
Su Xuanhe, who was innocently implicated, had questions all over his face: "??" Was the way he went home today wrong? Why is the always cute little girl so cruel?
Su Qingluan said: She was busy making dumplings and she didn't know anything.
Soon, the dumplings were ready. Most of the dumplings are the most common shape of simply closing the two sides of the dumpling wrappers, but considering the little sister who was having trouble with him, Su Qingluan specially put some thought into a few dumplings.
After a while, the dumplings were dropped into the boiling pot one by one. Su Qingluan kept using a long-handled spoon to gently push the white and green dumplings to prevent them from sticking together or sinking to the bottom of the pot.
Mrs. Yang, on the other hand, saw that Su Qingluan was cooking dumplings by herself without any problem, then turned around to place the tableware and various seasonings.
Slowly, the dumplings in the pot floated one by one and floated on the surface.
Su Qingluan added a little cold water, suppressed the roiling water, and looked at the surface of the dumplings - they were a bit thick and white, which meant they were not yet cooked.
After pressing with water twice like this, the white dumpling skin has turned into a faintly transparent color, and you can slightly see the dark green of the fennel inside. The green dumplings also take on a crystal-clear color that seems to become transparent.
Su Qingluan knew that such dumplings were completely cooked, so he placed these dumplings on five different plates.
Although these five plates are all white and green, which are very beautiful, but on the plate served to the younger brother and sister, there are two dumplings in a particularly different shape - the ones with three leaf shapes, one white and one green. , very unique.
No more and no less, both of them are such a pair of "maverick" dumplings, very conspicuous.
In fact, there were originally various ways to make dumplings, but Su Qingluan took into account her proficiency in making dumplings and the speed of each method, so she was lazy and made three dumplings with slightly different shapes.
A child's temper is like a summer shower, it comes and goes just as quickly.
When Su Xuanhe first came back, Su Xueyan was still hiding in the corner growing mushrooms. However, by the time the aroma of the dumplings spread, the little girl was already sitting at the table eagerly.
Ever since, the two little ones naturally noticed that today's dumplings were different from those in the past, both in color and shape.
"The dumplings are green!"
“This is the first time I’ve seen green dumplings!”
The two children were astonished as if they had discovered a new world, staring at the green dumplings in wonder.
"And these two dumplings look like leaves!"
"No, it looks like a flower!"
"I said it looks like leaves!"
"Just like a flower!"
The two little ones quarreled over the shape of the dumplings, but Su Guangfu was obviously a little hungry. He picked up the dumplings with white flour and put them into his mouth without even bothering to dip them in vinegar.
"Dad, please slow down-" Su Qingluan quickly stopped him.
However, it was already too late. A burst of soup came out of the dumpling filling, and Su Guangfu washed his face directly...
