Child Su Xuanhe, who was making noodles for the first time, obviously had the foundation for successfully making a fire just now. He was very confident. He picked up the small bowl of cold water next to Su Qingluan and poured the entire bowl of water into it with his backhand.
Su Qingluan looked at the amount of water, silently filled another half scoop of flour into the black flour bag and set it aside. At this moment, Su Xuanhe, who was having fun playing in the mixture of noodles and water, did not realize the seriousness of the matter.
After stirring it for a while according to his own temper, Su Xuanhe felt something was wrong: he had never seen grandma, grandma, or even daddy kneading dough. At first, although the flour with water added seemed to be "gruel" The same thing, but in his impression, after a while, the "gruel" will slowly turn into small lumps, and after kneading it with hands a few times, it will turn into a smooth dough.
However, Su Xuanhe found that no matter how he kneaded the sticky "dough" in his hands, it was still too wet and soft and stained all over his hands.
He raised his head and looked at Su Qingluan with some confusion: "Sister, what's going on? Why can't I knead the dough?"
Su Qingluan smiled condescendingly: "Aren't you very confident? Don't you need me to teach you?"
"..." Su Xuanhe tilted his head to the side guiltily, and after a moment he squeezed out a sentence from his throat, "Teach me..." The voice was very low, almost comparable to the sound of a mosquito. If Su Qingluan was not close, And there were no other sounds around, so Su Qingluan couldn't hear it.
So she said deliberately: "I didn't hear clearly what you just said."
After a pause, Su Xuanhe seemed to have finally made up his mind and said loudly: "Sister, please teach me! Thank you!"
"Wouldn't it be better to do this earlier?" Su Qingluan purred the boy's hair, "I asked you to be so tough just now. I don't know where you got the confidence."
After a pause, she began to teach the secret of kneading dough: "Generally speaking, the amount of water when kneading dough can be observed according to the state of the dough - there is no need to memorize the ratio of the back to water, because different seasons and different types of dough Flour, or if you add other things such as eggs, soybean oil, etc., the ratio of water to flour will change."
"Then what do you think?"
"As soon as the flour starts to form fluffy clumps, the amount of water added will be reduced. Be careful every time." Su Qingluan looked at the "mud" on Su Xuanhe's hand and sighed, "You are obviously There’s too much water.”
"What is a 'flocculated mass'?" Su Xuanhe was a little confused.
"The fluffy clumps are..." Su Qingluan thought for a while, "Have you noticed the catkins and poplar catkins floating all over the street in spring? They are almost the same size of small dough."
When Su Xuanhe heard this, he recalled the clusters of poplar catkins and catkins in the fields or beside the road, and gestured with his hand: "So big?"
"A little smaller...yes, it's about as big as that."
Su Xuanhe looked down at his wet hands and said at a loss, "Then what should I do?"
Su Qingluan added about 30% of the half-ladle he had previously filled into the "mud soup" and made a stirring motion with his wrist, "Knead the flour in too - I originally wanted to use less flour, but you can It takes less effort to knead the dough, and it seems that the dough is much bigger.”
Su Xuanhe looked at the movements of his sister's hands. He held the basin with one hand and stirred the flour in one direction with the other hand. Sure enough, the flour was not so wet anymore.
But the current flour dough is still in a semi-fluid state with a watery and wet surface. Su Qingluan could only ask her brother to add a little more flour.
"Yes, add it in batches every time. You can't add it all at once."
"I really want to add more..." Su Xuanhe pouted, a little impatient.
Su Qingluan chuckled: "If you add too much, won't the dough become dry?"
"Then just add more water." Su Xuanhe said very matter-of-factly.
Su Qingluan snorted coldly: "It's easy to add flour if there is too much water. But if you knead water into the dough that is too dry, it is not an easy task." Because if it is stained with water, the surface of the dough will be It becomes extremely slippery and the dough will always slide out when kneaded, making it very difficult to bear force.
Although Su Qingluan did not explain it to Su Xuanhe in detail, Su Xuanhe just suffered a lot for not listening to sister's advice. Now he has learned the lesson. Although he doesn't know why, since sister said so, there must be something wrong. Reason, he obediently decided to take back his idea of becoming a monster.
As the flour was gradually added, Su Qingluan nodded: "This flour is almost enough, there is no need to add the rest, otherwise you won't be able to knead it."
"But...I can't stir it up now..." Su Xuanhe rubbed his sore shoulders.
"Because the stirring action you just made in one direction was to mix water and flour, not to actually knead the dough. When the flour and water are fully mixed, if you continue to stir like this, it will not only be tiring, but the dough will not become smooth and elastic." Su After all, Qingluan didn't really want to "abuse child labor." He pointed to the low stool that he had just pulled over and said, "If you are tired, take a rest first. Later, watch how I knead the dough, and you can learn to knead it."
Su Xuanhe shook his head: "My arms are just a little sore, not too tired."
Su Qingluan nodded, took out a large piece of dough, and put about one-third of the remaining dough back: "Then watch how hard I use my strength."
Su Xuanhe nodded and watched Su Qingluan squeeze and knead the dough with the heel of his palm. Children are always very good at imitating. After watching it for a few times, Su Xuanhe was eager to try it himself.
But after doing it himself, Su Xuanhe was surprised to find that what seemed to be a very simple movement at first was awkward no matter how he performed it. The dough felt very obedient in Sister's hands. If it turned into a round shape, it would become round, and if it turned into a flat shape, it would become flat.
As a result, when the same piece of dough came into my hands, it was either torn into two pieces, or crushed into a piece of cake and stuck to the panel, or it was all over my hands.
If he hadn't just watched his sister split the dough into two, Su Xuanhe would have thought that Su Qingluan secretly kneaded another "obedient dough".
"Sister, why do I always tear off the dough? Otherwise it sticks to my hands and cannot be torn off..." Su Xuanhe complained, feeling a little aggrieved, "This dough is bullying!"
Su Qingluan was so amused by her younger brother's childish words that she laughed out loud: "Why did the dough bully you? It's not that your movements and strength are wrong - you need to use strength to knead the dough, but you can't be too angry. Big, not to mention that your left hand is only to assist the dough and cannot run back and forth. You must not compete with the other hand and use your strength in different directions - otherwise the dough will definitely tear."
Su Xuanhe was very surprised: "Sister, you are so awesome! You didn't even look at how I kneaded the dough, but you were right about my posture and strength!"
Su Qingluan pretended to be mysterious on the surface: "Don't even look at who your sister is!" But in her heart, she burst into tears: Why is she so skilled? Isn't it because she made various mistakes in kneading dough and was taught a lesson by her master in her previous life?
Hey, talking about it brings tears!
