Su Xuanhe kneaded the dough from one side to the other as his sister said, just like kneading clothes. What came out was not dough at all, but looked like a crooked "big fat worm".
Su Qingluan looked at it but nodded: "After kneading it a few more times, fold the two ends in half and knead again until there are no 'patterns' of different colors and shades on it, which means the dough is almost done." Because in addition to flour, additional flour was added. Soybean flour and black flour, so as long as the surface color is uneven, it means that the flour is not kneaded very evenly.
Su Xuanhe nodded after listening to Su Qingluan's explanation and began to work hard on "kneading" the dough again. Su Qingluan also turned around and started busy with the affairs in her hands - after all, it was almost time to make dinner. Even though there was still a while, she needed to spare some extra time to make braised food today.
Su Qingluan gently made two cuts on the lamb leg that had been deboned just now, against the texture of the muscle. This allowed the seasoning to enter better and prevent the lamb leg meat in the middle from being tasteless.
Then she cut some ginger slices and scallions, endured the burning sensation in her eyes, put them into the bowl along with the mutton leg meat, added Huadiao wine and rubbed them in vigorously.
The friction allows the flavors of onions and ginger to penetrate more quickly, filling the surface of the lamb leg.
Seeing that the flavor of onion and ginger was almost gone, and the originally neat and firm green onions had been pitifully kneaded into a ball of wilted vegetable leaves, Su Qingluan wiped the flavor from her hand on the surface of the lamb leg, turned around and started to make the braised pork. Spice packet for soup.
On the other side, Su Xuanhe finally kneaded the originally "fancy" dough into a very uniform surface color...well, a long and twisted "meat bug".
Although the appearance is not very good-looking, with pits and bumps, at least the surface of the dough is no longer as fancy as the texture of the ground. The color is finally more uniform, even better than Su Qingluan expected.
But Su Xuanhe was obviously very tired. As soon as he learned that the dough was good enough to knead, he sat down on the short stool that his sister had pulled over before and sighed: "I just kneaded the dough, and my arms felt like It’s almost broken. Madam Xi actually wants to make so many cakes. Isn’t she going to stay up all night?”
Su Qingluan's heart moved, and she pursued the victory: "Now do you know what a big mistake it was to knock over so many cakes?"
If before, Su Xuanhe could only understand from a "rational level" that it was wrong for him to knock over other people's things, then now, after experiencing how hard it is to make pancakes, Su Xuanhe felt that he had "knocked over the mat". I had a different experience with the matter of “Lady’s Cooking Cake”.
It's like something that was originally very far away, but he has experienced it himself, so the joy, anger, sorrow and joy in it will be more clear.
If he studies for a while and understands more principles, he will know that this feeling is called "empathy".
Su Xuanhe lowered his head and whispered: "Mrs. Xi worked so hard, but I knocked over her pancake because I was playing around with my classmates... I will be careful next time and don't play around on the road."
Su Qingluan smiled and nodded: "It's good to realize your mistake, but you still can't give up on this cake halfway."
Su Xuanhe nodded: "I know, I also want to try the homemade cakes!" Su Xuanhe smiled and showed a gaping tooth - he lost another tooth recently.
In fact, after working hard for so long, Su Xuanhe also wanted to try his craft.
Su Qingluan saw the little eagerness in his brother's eyes, found another big basin, coiled up the "meat worm" on the panel and put it in whole: "I'm very ambitious, but it's like As I just said, you can take a break, at least for most of an hour."
Su Xuanhe circled around the large upside-down basin: "Sister, what are you doing?"
"This is to let my face...well, relax for a while." Su Qingluan explained in a more modern way.
"What does this mean?" Su Xuanhe blinked in confusion.
Su Qingluan thought for a while and couldn't think of any explanation that was very precise and easy for children to understand, so she decided to let him feel it intuitively: "Press the dough with your hands."
"Press hard?" Su Xuanhe asked cautiously.
"You don't have to use a lot of force, but you have to remember how much force you have, so you can compare it later." Su Qingluan said as he lifted up the basin covering the dough.
Su Xuanhe pressed a hole in the dough with his fingers in confusion, and described it with some uncertainty: "It's a little hard, but it's still a little soft."
This is a very contradictory adjective, but Su Qingluan grasped the meaning that his brother wanted to express, and nodded: "Remember this feeling, go take a rest now, drink some water, eat something, etc., it will be later I'll greet you when you get there."
"Sister, are you making lamb legs?" Su Xuanhe looked towards Su Qingluan.
Su Qingluan smiled and showed Su Xuanhe the mutton leg meat that had begun to be pickled: "Here, tonight I will use the cooking cakes you made to make braised mutton pancakes, and let mom and dad have a taste of your craftsmanship?"
When Su Xuanhe heard this, he immediately straightened his little chest: "Well, I will definitely do it well!"
Then he stopped eating.
After all, he is only a child over seven years old. After working hard for so long, even Su Xuanhe, who belongs to the category of "energetic monkey", is now a little exhausted.
When Su Qingluan said that he could rest for a while and wait for greetings before continuing to work, he didn't even have the intention to joke around with his sister. He turned around and went to his room, falling asleep before he had time to change clothes.
After Su Qingluan finished preparing the spices, she was worried that her brother's mouth would be dry because he had not drank water, so he turned around and poured some water for him. After a while, Su Xuanhe fell asleep and even began to snore happily.
Su Qingluan put the water cup aside dumbfounded, took off his brother's coat and shoes and covered him with a quilt - although Su Qingluan found this "sleeping with clothes on" posture very uncomfortable, but She couldn't bear to wake her brother up like this.
Forget it, let him rest for now.
Sure enough, just as Su Qingluan expected, sleeping in layers and layers of clothes that were not too loose was not very comfortable.
What's more, at this time, Su Qingluan had just lit the fire on the stove that needed to cook the stew. The fire kang connected to the other side had not received any heat from the fire, and the entire bed was cold.
Even if there is a heated kang at night, Su Xuanhe and Su Qingluan do not sleep in the main room. Relatively speaking, the heat of the connected heated kang will be much lower.
Therefore, before going to bed, in order to prevent the two siblings from getting cold due to the low temperature at night, Yang gave the two children soup.
With Yu Pozi warming up the bed, I put on my loose middle coat and slept warmly.
However, it was cold inside the quilt now. Even if it was warmed by body warmth, it would not be as warm and dry as Yubazi.
In addition, the undershirt was not the wide-sleeved style worn when sleeping, which restricted movement. Su Xuanhe only slept for about two-quarters of an hour before he woke up from the nightmare of being entangled by a wet and cold "water monster".
