Su Qingluan leaned against the door frame of the kitchen door with interest, staring at the back of his younger brother, looking at him wishing he could use eight hands to block the overflowing water, trying to make himself less happy. Loud.
Of course, she would never help - even for such a "small scene", she would have to help, and the kneading of the dough would probably be necessary later on.
In the final analysis, Su Qingluan's help was just to control the food within the "edible" range. As for the quality of the finished product, she didn't care much - after all, it was her first time doing it, no matter how much she was a novice in the kitchen. It’s impossible to become a chef instantly, right?
But as long as the most basic quality can be guaranteed, Su Qingluan will not take the initiative to help any more. Even if Su Xuanhe takes the initiative to ask for help, Su Qingluan will not help blindly.
After all, this thing is like learning to ride a bicycle. After you learn the basic postures and skills, you can only become proficient by letting go and practicing frequently. You can't always rely on the two training wheels at the back, otherwise you will always be afraid, always want to rely on, and always learn. Won't.
Su Qingluan didn't intend to interfere too much as long as her brother didn't cause "irreversible damage".
After about a cup of tea, the seemingly flowing water was finally absorbed by the flour on the panel, and the originally loose flour also formed into clumps of different sizes.
Of course, at the beginning, Su Xuanhe poured in a lot of water at once, instead of adding it in batches as Su Qingluan explained at the beginning, so the "flocculated clumps" didn't have any obvious signs. They could only be Su Xuanhe himself. Explore slowly.
However, after the "volcanic eruption" state just now, this boy also learned to add warm water little by little, and did not dare to pour the entire bowl of water directly in at once.
As more and more warm water is added, the originally loose flour gathers together more and more, becoming a bit hard, but if you use force, you can still press down a pit of dough.
Because Su Xuanhe did not use a basin when making this dough, there was no problem of fine pieces of dough sticking to the basin and needing to be "kneaded off" a little bit.
But he encountered another problem - there were always small pieces of dough falling off the surface, making rustling noises.
And Su Xuanhe discovered that compared with the previous small dough that was only the size of a fist, the dough in front of him seemed to be twice as big as Dad's head!
As the dough increases, the amount of effort required to knead the dough also increases. As a result, Su Xuanhe's little face is a little dark and purple.
Su Qingluan stared at his younger brother's back, watching his movements change from panic to calmness to slower and slower, and in the end he was a little exhausted and even gasping for breath, knowing that this kid was most likely going to speak. Asking for help - it's no wonder, even she doesn't just knead the dough with force! Kneading dough, especially large dough, also requires skill!
But Su Qingluan didn't just go up to help - her younger brother was still a bit stubborn and refused to admit defeat easily.
Of course, in children's perception, "finding adults to be foreign aid" can also be regarded as a way of "giving up".
Su Qingluan held back her laughter as she watched her younger brother compete with a ball of dough. She moved to the other side as if nothing had happened, picked up the vegetable dumpling, put the raw meat side up, and put two legs of lamb on it.
Holding the ear knife in her hand, she found the part of the mutton leg bone, and carefully removed all the bones in the mutton leg along the fascia of the leg bone, but did not just throw it away - this thing is very good for making mutton soup. It's delicious.
Turning around, she changed to a heavier machete and warned: "Su Xiaoer, I'm going to chop the sheep bones. Please be careful and don't be scared."
When his brother subconsciously covered his ears, Su Qingluan split the sheep bone in two from the middle and made a "bump, bang" sound.
Su Xueyan, who was playing shuttlecock outside, heard the sound and ran in quickly: "What's wrong? Sister, did you fall?"
Su Qingluan turned around and said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's just chopping bones. Go out and play, I won't scare you later!" Su Qingluan said with a smile.
However, Su Xueyan also covered her ears like Su Xuanhe: "I'm not afraid anymore!"
With her sister by her side, Su Qingluan sped up her movements and chopped the mutton leg bones into several pieces in a few strokes, so that the bone marrow inside would be exposed and the mutton soup would be more fragrant when stewed.
Su Xueyan watched Su Qingluan chopping bones, and then watched her brother kneading dough - these two things were done by the little girl and she had seen her mother or sister do them many times. There was nothing new about them after wandering around the kitchen. Quan'er found nothing interesting, so he went out to play shuttlecock again.
After all, there is still sunshine outside, but inside the house, because dinner has not been cooked yet, there is no fire in the stove, and the fire pit inside the house is not hot, so the whole house is a little cold. Rather than staying indoors, it will be warmer to play outside for a while.
In fact, Su Xuanhe was hesitant to speak when his sister came in - of course, not to her sister, but because he wanted to ask her for help.
But according to Su Xuanhe's tough talk, it would already take a lot of courage for him to ask Su Qingluan for advice. If this happened again in front of his sister, he would definitely want to turn himself into a fortress. What a mouthful!
Now that he saw his sister finally going out, he finally made up his mind to run next to Su Qingluan and muttered: "Sister... I can't knead dough anymore..."
"Didn't I just leave it to you?" Su Qingluan was suppressing a smile in her heart, but she pretended to be calm and calm.
"But... the dough before was so small... this dough is so big!" Su Xuanhe's tone was very low, even a little aggrieved, "I really can't knead it anymore!"
Su Qingluan chuckled: "In fact, it's not difficult, just wait here." She had been chopping lamb legs, and her hands were filled with the smell of raw lamb. In order to remove it, she first cut some ginger slices and rubbed her hands, then I used algae beans and water to remove the fishy smell from my hands, and then I went back to the chopping board.
"When the dough is too big, if it is a kind of flour, you can divide it into several small pieces, and then you can knead the dough with your hands." Su Qingluan turned to look at his brother, "But this method cannot be used at present. ——At least not now."
"Because this isn't a flour-based dough?"
"That's right," Su Qingluan pointed to the various "patterns" with uneven textures and different colors in the dough. "If these doughs are divided into small pieces, the color and taste of each piece will be different." Even the texture is subtly different and the mixture cannot be mixed evenly.”
More importantly, if the texture of each piece is different, then if it is put into a roasting pan or a frying pan later, the heat of each piece will be different.
It wouldn't matter if she was the chef herself, but considering Su Xuanhe's cooking skills, it would be better for the texture of the dough to be as uniform as possible.
What's more, there are actually ways to knead large dough.
Su Qingluan said: "Knead the dough into a long strip - it doesn't need to be too thin, just change it from the original ball into a longer shape."
Su Qingluan then grabbed one end of the dough that had been rolled into a "long strip": "Look, put the rest on the panel. You only need to knead this section. The dough is not porcelain anyway, so you can touch it casually." It will break into pieces. Even if you knead the dough into twists, you can knead it together later."
