After working hard for half an hour, Su Xuanhe's originally dark complexion completely turned into a "black-spotted cat". Su Xueyan's legs were numb from squatting aside for too long, so she went outside to play shuttlecock. went.
Su Xuanhe, on the other hand, looked at the flames that finally rose in the furnace and clapped his hands with joy.
"Sister, look! I can light the stove!" Su Xuanhe's face, which was streaked with gray and gray, was filled with a very excited joy that had rarely been seen even when pranks were successful before. "Sister, am I very powerful!"
"Well, you're really good. I couldn't make a fire that fast back then!" Of course, it doesn't matter how fast she actually makes a fire. What's important is that children need some encouragement and some white lies.
Su Xuanhe became even more happy after hearing Su Qingluan's words. He ran to the yard and called his sister over at the top of his voice to see the stove he built.
Su Xueyan had been squatting for a long time without waiting. She was very happy after hearing this. She threw the shuttlecock in the yard and ignored it. She excitedly ran over hand in hand with her brother, squatting down to discuss and watch.
It was obviously still the usual stove, and there was no difference except that the flames were a little less strong. But looking at the two little ones, like two small dumplings, one big and one small, gathering in front of the stove and discussing, Su Qingqing felt for some reason that the color of the flames in the furnace was particularly beautiful today, and the temperature it radiated was also particularly warm.
After watching his brother show off for a moment, Su Qingluan observed the flames in the furnace and warned: "I say Su Xiaoer, if you continue to show off to your sister like this, the fire in the furnace will be extinguished. Later, But we have to start over again.”
When Su Xuanhe heard this, he quickly turned around and saw that the fire in the furnace was much smaller than at the beginning. He suddenly said anxiously: "I only added two pieces of firewood. It must be too little!" As he said this, he also chopped the firewood. Two or three more pieces of good firewood were filled in.
Seeing that his firewood was almost blocking the firewood replenishing opening of the furnace, Su Qingluan couldn't bear to look at it and said quickly: "Hey, you take out the thickest firewood, so that not even a bit of wind from outside can get in." If you don’t go, won’t the flames go out in the blink of an eye?”
"Brother, take out the firewood!" Su Xueyan was obviously very anxious next to her. She quickly reached out to reach for the firewood, but Su Xuanhe pushed her hand aside.
"Don't get rid of this dirty firewood, and it also has wooden thorns. I'll be careful to make you cry." Su Xuanhe looked at his sister, turned around and took out the firewood and put it aside.
Although the top of this firewood was a little charred, it was basically not burned, and it was still a complete firewood.
Su Qingluan was a little surprised when she heard her brother's warning to her sister: "Hey, our Su Xiaoer still knows that firewood has wooden thorns?"
"Huh, of course I know, I've been stabbed many times!" As he said that, Su Xuanhe wanted to pull out another piece of firewood, but was stopped by Su Qingluan.
"Okay, okay, what's the point of burning after the firewood has been taken out? Your flame is weakened not only because you don't have enough firewood, but also because it's too close to the outside. Not only is it easily blown out by the wind, but it's also a waste of firewood if it's not hot in the furnace."
When Su Xuanhe heard what his sister said, he quickly used the thicker piece of wood he had just taken out as a fire stick, and then pushed the outer pieces of wood toward the center of the furnace.
"Is this okay?" He turned to look at Su Qingluan.
Su Qingluan nodded: "That's it. Later, you just need to pull the bellows next to it when you need to blow air." Su Qingluan pointed to the bellows next to the stove, "If the fire is not too strong, or if you want Make the fire bigger and add more firewood to blow the outside wind inside."
"Like this?" Su Xuanhe pulled twice, and the bellows made a "whirring" sound, which made Su Xueyan next to him eager to try: "Brother, I want to try it too!"
"Then you have to be slower. This still requires a little strength. Here, put your hand in the groove of the handle."
Su Qingluan looked at Su Xuanhe: "Hey, you can't tell, our Su Xiaoer is quite skilled."
When Su Xuanhe heard this, he moved his eyes aside guiltily. This actually made Su Qingluan interested: What, is there any hidden secret in this?
But it seems that my younger sister is unaware of it, because if she knew that Su Xuanhe was really embarrassed, she would definitely have shared it with Su Qingluan as soon as possible.
However, Su Qingluan estimated that there was a high probability that Su Xuanhe looked at the blast box next to the stove out of curiosity or fun. He should have been before, and he might even have played with the chopped firewood as something. As a result, he was probably rewarded by Yang. A meal of "bamboo shoot stew", otherwise this kid wouldn't be able to look so guilty.
Su Qingluan saw that the fire was almost strong, and told his brother the secrets of making a fire and keeping it large or small, and added: "The most important thing is that this fire is not static. After a while, you have to look down and see if If there is not enough firewood, add a little more, and if the fire is not strong enough, use a blower to fan it. Of course, if you want a small fire, just close the air outlet smaller - be careful not to let the fire go out directly. "
Su Xuanhe nodded repeatedly, and Su Qingluan looked at the water tank behind the yard: "Go get the water and boil it."
Boiling water is relatively simple compared to making a fire, but it is also relatively boring. Su Xueyan watched her brother tossing for a while and felt that it was not interesting, so she went out to play shuttlecock again.
Su Qingluan didn't dare to look wrongly--it was said that Su Xuanhe would be punished and taught a lesson, but after all, the open flame in the kitchen was more dangerous for a seven-year-old child, and Su Qingluan could not really let his brother get burned. , otherwise she would also feel distressed.
While Su Xuanhe washed his hands and waited for the water to boil, Su Qingluan first used a small piece of black flour to teach him how to knead the dough - of course, the flour used in this experiment was very small, and the dough was only as big as Su Xueyan's small dough. size.
After all, Su Qingluan knew very clearly that if you want to teach a child how to make dough, then the dough itself as a "teaching aid" will most likely not be usable after it has fulfilled its role.
In this case, the "teaching aids" cannot consume too much flour, and the grade of flour must not be the more expensive white flour.
Su Qingluan put the little flour into a larger open bowl, pointed at it and said: "Use this connection first. There is no need to add any hot water, just ordinary cold water." Anyway, this connection The noodles used don’t need to be relaxed or warmed.
"Such a small amount of noodles is not enough for me to hold in one hand..." Su Xuanhe muttered with some dissatisfaction, and gave his sister a look full of contempt.
The subtext of those little eyes is very obvious: "I can't even make a fire, what's a piece of meat dough?"
Su Qingluan obviously understood that this kid had succeeded in something just now and had his tail raised to the sky, so he silently swallowed back the "key tips" he was going to say: "Since you are so confident, you don't need me to teach you. It should be no problem, right?"
"Of course, isn't it just adding water to flour and mixing it?"
"Well, that's right." Su Qingluan smiled and nodded.
Su Xuanhe let out a very disgusting "snort", not realizing how sinister his sister's smile was.
