Kneading dough seems easy, but it requires some skills, a bit like cultivating immortality and enlightenment. They all just put a futon on the ground and meditate, which seems very easy.
But it is not very easy to really have some kind of epiphany.
Even though Su Qingluan taught his brother the secret of kneading dough without any reservation, the strength of it cannot be described in precise words - what's more, Su Qingluan is just an ordinary person with average expressive ability. In terms of language, There is really no extraordinary talent.
So after teaching for a long time, although Su Qingluan explained all the points that should be paid attention to, Su Xuanhe's posture always felt a bit awkward.
For a moment, Su Qingluan seemed to have gone through a lifetime of tutoring naughty children with their homework: She knew every question, but couldn't answer it correctly.
On the other side, even if the fire is maintained at a relatively low level, the pot of water is already boiling. Because he was afraid of excessive waste of firewood, Su Qingluan took out the large firewood that could still be pulled out, and used a "fire stick" to push the firewood that was originally finely chopped or almost burned, and pushed them into the furnace. Once the fire is done, it's done.
Anyway, the teacher will add warm water when kneading the dough, and it is not making soup noodles and cakes - and judging from Su Xuanhe's current efficiency, there is really no telling how long he can keep working.
But perhaps it is true that "diligence can make up for weakness". After half an hour of repeated failures, the dough in Su Xuanhe's hand almost turned into plasticine, and the color of the "dough" was obviously different from Su Qingluan's. Finally, he finally Let him find the knack of using a little force.
Once you start to figure out a little bit about kneading dough, the rest will be much easier. It's just about how to become more proficient in this "feeling".
Fortunately, Su Xuanhe was not stupid and was willing to learn. He soon became more and more proficient, and even knew how to use clever skills.
At this time, Su Qingluan looked at the sky outside. The sun was clearly heading west - it would have taken more than half an hour just to knead the dough.
"Are your arms tired?" Su Qingluan looked at his brother who was sweating on his forehead and his face was flushed.
"My arm is a little sore." As he said that, Su Xuanhe twisted his neck back and forth and swung his arm a few times.
Su Qingluan wondered if she could stop feeling sore. Kneading the dough continuously for more than half an hour, even with several breaks in between, and the dough was only the size of a child's fist, was very tiring for such a long time.
It was rare that Su Xuanhe was only seven years old, but he didn't even say a word of pain or tiredness. This made Su Qingluan discover that her younger brother was very endurance and perseverance.
Maybe...my brother has a chance to learn martial arts? This thought passed through Su Qingluan's mind - of course, it was just an idea at this stage.
Not to mention that Su Qingluan didn't know where there was a reliable martial arts master. As the saying goes, "poor martial arts, rich martial arts" is a difficult problem.
Although the Su family is not short of money, suitable venues and martial arts training equipment require money.
Especially the instruments, those plum blossom-shaped ones, long sticks and the like were fine. As long as they were made of wood, Su Guangfu could make them. But there are more weapons that require fine iron forging.
The Su family now has enough money to forge three or five fine weapons, but it is very difficult to find a master who forges the weapons.
Let’s not talk about the forging skills. The ice blade itself has a prescribed format. If an amateur forges it randomly and violates the taboo, he will be arrested and fined and hit with a board. In more serious cases, it is possible to be beheaded and implicated. the size of things.
And many craftsmen who forge daily knives - such as the blacksmith shop in Lefeng Town - do not know how to forge weapons at all, and can only forge some pots, kitchen knives and the like.
In a sense, whether it is a good martial arts master or a master who forges weapons, it is very difficult to find, and it is rare to find one.
But his younger brother was only seven years old, so Su Qingluan just thought about it this way.
Su Qingluan calmed down her chaotic thoughts and turned to look at her younger brother: "When you are actually kneading the dough, it will take a while to rise, so you will ask me to mix the flour with water into a dough. You don't need to knead it particularly smooth. It can be temporarily Rest for about an hour.”
"So long?" Su Xuanhe's eyes lit up and he was very happy. This is also natural. No matter how much he refuses to admit defeat, and the seven or eight-year-old boy is relatively energetic, he has been struggling for more than an hour.
After such a long time, even though he was a plain monkey, Su Xuanhe was now unable to bear the pain in his hands.
Although this "flour pile" as high as a hill does look spectacular on the surface, maybe it is because Su Xuanhe has been "destroyed" by kneading the dough for a long time. In his opinion, it doesn't matter whether it is more or less. On the contrary, there is a kind of calmness like "after the strong wind and waves, the sea and the sky are brighter".
This time, he no longer dared to take the initiative and pour all the water in at once. Instead, he dug a hole in a hill-like pile of mixed flour, thinking of a sunken crater, and then slowly poured the water from the "volcano" Inject it into the pot until it is almost two-thirds of the way up, and then slowly start adding flour from the surrounding "foot of the mountain".
As originally planned, Su Xuanhe imagined "slowly filling the hole with flour" and waiting for it to turn into a fluffy mass before kneading the dough slowly.
I saw him muttering "floccy lumps, fluffy lumps" while adding flour to it, which seemed a bit slow.
Seeing that everything was going according to plan, Su Qingluan felt that there was nothing else for her to worry about. She turned around and planned to make slices of braised pork to eat - after all, tonight was a fried cake with dead noodles. Although it would not have that loose and porous structure, it would still be delicious. But it can be layered into "rougamo" state.
This kind of pancake is perfect when sandwiched with fragrant meat slices.
It just so happened that when she bought lamb scorpion and lamb short ribs, she also bought two lamb legs. Last time, she was afraid that there would be too much to eat, so she put them outside. Now she just marinated them to add flavor, and cut them just right to eat.
With this in mind, Su Qingluan turned around and went to a shady place outside to get the mutton wrapped in oil paper. By the way, she went to dig a piece of ginger in the dry and loose soil in the yard behind. Since the weather cooled down, Su Qingluan had buried the ginger. In dry land, it can be stored for a long time, even throughout the winter without going bad.
...Of course, if it is really rotten, just sprinkle it with water, move it into the house, and use it as "seeds" to grow new ones.
Just like this, with no time for a cup of tea, Su Qingluan heard his younger brother exclaiming in the kitchen, as if his tail had been permed.
Su Qingluan's heart tightened: Sure enough, something happened to the naughty kid if he misaligned his eyes just a little bit! He turned around and rushed into the kitchen, and then he paused and was happy: he saw that the "volcano" that was so tight just now had a hole inexplicably halfway up the mountain, and warm water kept running out of it, flowing all over. Panels are everywhere.
Su Xuanhe, who was very orderly and calm a moment ago, seemed to be electrocuted now, dancing around and hurriedly using flour to block the water that slipped out from all directions.
