Su Qingluan listened to her brother's increasingly deviant thoughts and looked at his increasingly paler face. She couldn't help but want to laugh, but she knew she had to hold back at this time.
She originally hoped that her somewhat reckless brother would realize how much trouble he had caused just for chasing and fighting.
However, if the seriousness of this matter is over-exaggerated, Su Qingluan is worried that when she tries to reason with Su Xuanhe in the future and predicts the possible serious consequences, Su Xuanhe will no longer believe it, so even if she knows that "intimidation" is very effective, she cannot Let the younger brother misjudge the consequences by inferring them as an overly serious situation.
So she squatted down and sighed: "Don't worry, people who can go out to work and have a little copper to buy lunch will not starve to death because of one meal."
There is a high probability that those cooking cakes and mat ladies will not sell them, or they will only charge a symbolic copper plate and sell them at a loss. As for the poor people at the bottom, they may not even care about the dirt on the cooking cakes, but buy them at a low price. Happy to have food.
"But even so, the cakes that Mrs. Xi spent a long time making yesterday were wasted." Su Qingluan looked at Su Xuanhe.
"But..." Su Xuanhe recalled the appearance of the cake, "It's just a ball of dough rolled into a cake. It won't take a long time, right?"
Su Qingluan smiled half-heartedly: "Since you said 'it won't take that long', tonight's dry food will be cooking cakes. How about you make them?" With a scratched throat, it's better to experience how hard it is to cook. It comes intuitively.
Although Su Qingluan often asked her younger brothers and sisters to help, she never actually asked them to cook.
Not to mention the little girl Su Xueyan, the three-year-old little Douding can't even reach the stove. Su Qingluan even thinks that the biggest pot in the house can fit the little girl in!
Although Su Xuanhe is only one head shorter than Su Qingluan, he can reach the stove with just one step, but he is only seven or eight years old after all. Even though boys were stronger than girls of the same age, the kitchen utensils of this era rarely had the lightweight, mini kitchen utensils of later generations.
A cutting board weighing seven or eight kilograms, a copper pot weighing more than ten kilograms... Although Su Qingluan always joked that Su Xuanhe's younger brother was "too naughty to have", she was really worried about him getting burned in the kitchen.
So whenever it came to work that required fire and oil, Su Qingluan kept his younger siblings far away.
However, considering that the cooking cake itself does not require oil except for the final baking process, and Su Qingluan’s ultimate goal is not to let his brother completely restore Xi Niangzi’s cooking cake, but to let him experience the difficulty of this process, so Su Qingluan She looked at her younger brother with a smile, as if she was coaxing Little Red Riding Hood's wolf grandma: "Our family can't eat those hundreds of cakes, so you can just make twenty or thirty cakes first, and put the extra ones outside to freeze for the time being. .”
Anyway, let alone at night, even during the day the temperature is almost reaching the temperature of the constant temperature storage layer of the refrigerator. There is no problem in wrapping a few dough sheets in oil paper and storing them for three to five days.
Su Xuanhe was "impacted" by the entire cooking cake stall today. He saw hundreds of cooking cakes being knocked over by him. In terms of visual impact, the so-called "twenty or thirty sheets" should be considered in Su Xuanhe's current impression. Very few".
So he patted his chest and said, "Mrs. Xi can make two to three hundred pancakes in one night. I can only make twenty pancakes. What's the problem?"
Su Qingluan sneered: I didn't see it, this younger brother is still a male chauvinist! Where did you learn to look down on women? It is said that "those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black", but after observing with a cold eye, she didn't find any machismo tendencies in Su Guangfu?
At least here in Su Guangfu, if Yang had any work to do, even if it was in the kitchen, he would help honestly and he would never say "this kind of work is what you women should do" or anything like that.
Although there were all kinds of complaints in his heart, Su Qingluan did not let his brother see any flaws on the surface. He just nodded: "Since you are so confident, hurry up and prepare."
"Go now?" Su Xuanhe looked at the sky, "It's just past noon now!" Not to mention dinner, even lunch had just ended!
"It's better to hurry up early rather than late." Su Qingluan smiled and touched his head, "Otherwise our dinner today will be postponed - don't worry, you can make five pancakes first, and you can make the rest after dinner. OK."
"Then I'll wash my hands first!" Su Xuanhe hurriedly washed his hands, even forgetting his previous fear. Instead, he happily rushed to the inner room to show off to Su Xueyan who was writing big characters: "Tonight you can eat my brother's cooking. Here are the homemade pancakes, they are guaranteed to be delicious!”
Su Qingluan couldn't hear the rest of the words clearly because he entered the kitchen. It was probably just his brother bragging about how easy it was to make pancakes, and his sister expressing contempt and complaints.
Although he said "leave everything to his brother," Su Qingluan didn't really intend to let it go completely - it wasn't that he didn't want his brother to work, but he just couldn't let him waste the hard-earned flour.
After all, in this era, flour cannot be made by casual assembly lines like modern industry. So "white flour" is a genuine luxury product.
Of course, Mrs. Xi cannot use white flour, and Su Qingluan also plans to mix white flour and soybean flour, so that the cake will have a more elastic, waxy and rich texture.
Su Qingluan estimated the total amount of flour for about twenty pancakes, took half of the white flour and soybean flour, and added some "black flour" ground from other coarse grains, and poured it on the board together. He didn't stir it, but waited for his brother to come.
After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, probably after finishing showing off with his sister, Su Xuanhe finally "arrived belatedly".
As soon as he entered the kitchen, he was dumbfounded: "Why so much flour?" The pile was like a hill, all piled on the panel, piled up into a sharp point, which looked very spectacular!
Su Qingluan smiled: "This is the total amount of flour for twenty pancakes."
"But didn't you say that I could make five first?"
"I just said that I'm afraid I won't have time to make dinner, so I can make five sheets first, but the dough still needs to be kneaded in advance. After all, it needs to rise, and the weather is cold now, so I'm afraid it won't rise so easily."
"What is fermented noodles?" Su Xuanhe was a little curious.
"Well... I don't understand what I said. You can feel it for yourself later." In fact, she could use modern physical and chemical knowledge to explain this matter. It's just that this is very difficult for Su Xuanhe to understand, so he can only give up.
Fortunately, for children, "practical operation" is a more intuitive impression than talking about theory a hundred times.
