Looking at the flour that seemed to pile up into a hill, Su Xuanhe swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
But the biggest advantage of his child is that as long as he says it, he will not lie even if it is difficult to complete.
So even though he didn't have any confidence in his heart, Su Xuanhe gritted his teeth and pretended to be nonchalant and snorted: "Isn't it just kneading noodles? I know how to do it. I just add water to the dough and mix it well, okay?"
Su Qingluan smiled: "What you said is quite simple, but you have to stir these three kinds of noodles before adding water before talking about the others, otherwise you will regret it."
Although Su Xuanhe is only seven years old, he is indeed a ghost. He also knows very well that his sister's cooking skills are actually very high.
So although he was not convinced, he still followed Su Qingluan's instructions very honestly. He was a model of "excellent speech but integrity".
The flour without water is still very loose, and it takes less effort to stir. In addition, Su Xuanhe had so much energy in his hands, so the boy stirred very happily at first.
Su Qingluan had almost mixed the flour, and the remaining part could be kneaded to make the three flours evenly mixed, so he said: "The water added needs warm water, so you have to boil a pot of water yourself."
"Can't you use cold water?" Su Xuanhe was lucky.
"No." Su Qingluan ruthlessly broke his brother's fantasy, so Su Xuanhe rubbed his aching arms, squatted next to the stove and started to light the fire.
Although Su Qingluan has not been able to light the stove as smoothly as Yang until now, he has traveled through time for half a year and has become more proficient in this "craft". At least he has taught Su Xuanhe that the key trick is More than enough.
"First of all, break these dead leaves and wheat straw into pieces and make them fluffy." Su Qingluan pulled up a small stool, sat next to it and smiled as she watched her younger brother busy, resolutely only speaking and not interfering. , without urging, "Yes, that's it. Then light the fire folder, rub the fire sickle hard, and light the fire folder."
The fire sickle is like a thing that can produce sparks. There are flammable saltpeter and other flammable ingredients on the fire sickle. It catches fire with a light touch and can continue to burn for a long time. In short, it is a bit like Su Qing Luan came into contact with matches in his previous life.
Su Xuanhe was a little frightened when he tried to use the fire sickle for the first time, but after all, children are very curious and have a desire to explore, so he started to be eager to try it the second time.
At this time, Su Xueyan, who had been writing big characters, trotted over with a word "da da da" in her hand: "Sister, I've finished writing...Brother, what are you doing?"
"Fire sickle, look! You can make flames in a flash!" Su Xuanhe said, as if he had discovered a new world, he fired the fire sickle with a "pop" sound and fired sparks to ignite the fire.
"Wow!" The little girl immediately forgot about the big characters in her hands, then threw them aside and clapped her hands, "Brother, do it again!"
"What's going on again?" Su Qingluan couldn't laugh or cry, "Do you think it's a magic trick?"
As she said that, she waved to her sister: "Come here, pick up your handwriting on the ground and let me see how it is written?"
When Su Xuanhe heard this, he turned around to look. Seeing this, Su Qingluan shook the calligraphy paper in his hand and handed it to Su Xuanhe: "I don't want to make fun of you. Look at the word "Xueyan", now it has a sharp stroke. Got it!"
Su Xuanhe now goes to school, and Master Zhou will also teach them calligraphy. Although Su Xuanhe's handwriting is not as good as that of his senior brothers, he can tell the quality of the handwriting by one or two points after reading it a lot.
He had to admit that although his sister was less than four years old, her handwriting was indeed neater than his own.
"Then...then I can just practice calligraphy more carefully..." Su Xuanhe felt a little guilty - after all, he lost to a child over three years old, and it was a girl he always looked down on. Su Xuanhe felt a little embarrassed. .
"Sister, I have finished writing today!" Su Xueyan jumped into Su Qingluan's arms, and the latter firmly caught the little girl and held her on her knees, "Sister, can I play with that fire sickle?"
Not to mention Su Qingluan, even Su Xuanhe occasionally teased his sister and knew that such a thing that could produce open flames was too dangerous for a three-year-old child.
Before Su Qingluan could say anything, he took two steps back and distanced himself from his sister, and said with a tigerish face: "How old are you? It will take you a few years to touch such a dangerous thing!"
Su Qingluan watched with interest: Don't tell me, when he is not fooling around or teasing his sister, Su Xuanhe, who remains serious, really has the aura of an older brother!
It's a pity that the next moment, for some unknown reason, the flames of Huozhezi were unstable and suddenly started to "pull". Su Xuanhe let out a frightened "ouch" and threw the flames far away, falling to the ground and extinguished.
Su Qingluan speculated that it was because this Huozhezi was a bargain among similar products, and the burning flame was naturally not so stable. She encountered it several times when using it. She was a little scared the first two or three times, but then she became used to it and calmed down.
However, for the child Su Xuanhe who was using it for the first time, this scene was still a bit too "scary".
Su Qingluan put down her sister dumbfounded and picked up the fire certificate: "Why did you throw it away? It won't grow teeth to bite you."
The little girl also scratched her face with her fingers: "Brother, I'm so embarrassed! Brother, I'm so embarrassed!"
"Aren't you scared when you suddenly see such a big flame?" Su Xuanhe was a little annoyed. If you look closely, you can see that his originally black face was a little red, so it turned out to be a purple color.
Su Qingluan sneered: "It often happens that flames suddenly burst out. You will get used to it if you use this fire often! Okay, continue to do your work. It's been two quarters of an hour now, right? You're such a fiery person. It hasn’t risen yet.”
"Why is Brother lighting the fire?" Su Xueyan was puzzled.
Su Qingluan chuckled: "Your brother is responsible for the dry food tonight, and we will eat cakes tonight."
Su Xueyan's face was suspicious, and it was obvious that she had great distrust in the two things of "brother" and "cooking" being put together.
In fact, Su Qingluan also knew that it was a bit difficult to prevent Su Xuanhe from overturning when he entered the kitchen for the first time, so he gave up the relatively difficult rising dough pancakes and chose the relatively low difficulty dead dough pancakes.
Although the dead dough cake is not as fluffy as the fermented dough, you don't need to worry about the old dough fertilizer or the proportion of time and temperature required for fermentation in other ways - after all, these are still too difficult for Su Xuanhe.
However - Su Qingluan glanced at Su Xuanhe who was slowly lighting the firewood for the third time - even though she told her brother that the procedure for burning firewood was to first ignite the finer flammable materials and then slowly ignite the thicker firewood, but This step also took this little boy a lot of effort.
Su Xuanhe, who was originally laughing and joking, had beads of sweat on his forehead. His expression of laughing and joking towards his sister was much restrained, and he pursed his lips seriously.
Even Su Xueyan, who originally muttered that Su Xuanhe was "why so slow", was gradually infected by this atmosphere. She squatted aside and clenched her fists, secretly holding her breath.
Su Qingluan sighed: This is just the beginning.
