Su Qingluan was a little surprised: she knew that Su Xuanhe would not sleep so comfortably, but she didn't expect to wake up after sleeping for such a while.
"I thought you would sleep a little longer." Su Qingluan said, handing over a glass of hot water that she refilled - the previous glass had long turned into ice water.
Su Xueyan was tired from playing a long time ago and was a little hungry. Now she was sitting obediently next to the stove holding a small plate, warming herself by the fire and eating snacks.
This snack is very popular in the town, with puff pastry, red bean and date paste filling, made into flowers.
Of course, this is nothing in Su Qingluan's eyes, but it is better than buying it now and eating it now. Frying it in Su Qingluan's "iron pan" can make the skin crispier, and the filling of red bean and date paste will also be heated due to the heat. And softer and sweeter.
Although her sister couldn't go hungry, considering that she would have dinner in about an hour, Su Qingluan couldn't let the little girl eat with such enthusiasm.
So the snack that was originally no bigger than a child's palm was divided into four parts by Su Qingluan. Su Xueyan could only eat one part. Su Qingluan ate one part by herself, and there were two parts left. She now pushed it in front of Su Xuanhe: "You can eat it if you're hungry, but we have dinner later, so we can only eat one piece."
Su Xuanhe stared at the two snacks, wishing he could dig two holes out of them, but turned his head aside cruelly: "I won't eat it, let's give it to daddy and grandma!"
Su Qingluan looked at the sky outside. Her father and mother were about to come back at this time. She couldn't help but joked: "What, you don't want to eat? Su Xiaoer is particularly filial today." This was mostly a joke, but he usually encountered In this situation, Su Xuanhe wants to take a piece of land.
Su Xuanhe murmured for a long time and whispered: "I want to try the cooking cakes I made and eat more."
Su Qingluan happily said: "Then keep your belly and eat more - but the premise is that it must be delicious, otherwise it will be difficult to eat."
Su Xuanhe's heart moved, and he subconsciously looked over to the basin where the dough was previously held, only to find that a basin of steaming water had appeared on the basin at some point.
Su Xuanhe walked over quickly: "Sister, what is this?"
"Oh, you mean the basin with hot water?" Su Qingluan didn't raise her head or open her eyes, carefully skimming out the foam floating in the mutton in the stew, "I'll heat that basin for you."
"Why do you need to heat it?" Su Xuanhe carefully touched the wall of the hot water basin with his hand, but was stopped by his sister who was eating snacks nearby: "Brother, be careful of scalding your hands!"
It's too late. Su Xuanhe's finger had already touched the basin above.
Fortunately, it was only for a moment and there were no blisters. Su Qingluan looked at his brother with an expression that looked like he was a fool: "The water is still steaming, why don't you think about it? You still need my sister to remind you!"
"Then...then don't I want to give it a try..." Su Xuanhe was a little reluctant.
Su Qingluan quickly pulled the burned finger of his brother and put it in the cold water. Fortunately, the burn itself was not serious. In addition, although the fingers are where the most nerves are distributed, they are also one of the surface parts of the body with the thickest calluses. Therefore, Su Qingluan only asked his brother to soak his hands in cold water for a while, and Su Xuanhe did not. It hurts.
Then he asked with great interest: "Sister, can we continue making pancakes?"
Su Qingluan couldn't laugh or cry: I didn't expect that Su Xuanhe actually enjoyed it.
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "We can't open the basin now, it will take at least two quarters of an hour, but you can do something else now - go to the shelf over there, those same spice jars, Go find 'Huajiao' and come here."
After all, Su Xuanhe also attended school for a while. Even if he might not recognize the relatively complicated character "Jiao", he should at least recognize the character "花" - Su Qingluan thought so.
Not only because the word "花" itself is relatively simple, but also because Su Qingluan once taught Su Xuanhe before he entered the school!
Fortunately, although Su Xuanhe was usually naughty and mischievous, he still had basic qualities that a student should have, so Su Xuanhe stumbled and finally found the peppercorns.
"Take out a handful of peppercorns and grind them into powder in a mortar - a very fine powder." Su Qingluan continued.
"How much is a very small handful?" Su Xuanhe didn't know why.
"About this handful." Su Qingluan gestured.
Su Xuanhe nodded, and then - grabbed a big handful.
Su Qingluan frowned: "Don't you think these are the same as what I just drew?"
Su Xuanhe looked at the large handful of peppercorns in his hand and thought about it again, very innocently: "I think it's about the same?"
Su Qingluan: ...She is my sister, she can't beat people!
However, the little girl Su Xueyan who had been eating snacks swallowed the last bite of snacks and said, "Sister, I just said less than this!" After saying that, Su Xueyan stepped forward and picked out some of the peppercorns from brother's palm and put it in her palm, " That’s almost it!”
Su Qingluan leaned her head over to take a look: Sure enough, the small handful of peppercorns caught by her sister was more reliable!
After praising her sister for a few words, Su Qingluan asked her brother to put back the unused peppercorns and start grinding the peppercorns.
Su Qingluan looked at his younger brother: "You'd better cover it with your hands when grinding, otherwise you'll choke on your nose——"
"Ha Qiu!" Su Qingluan cursed: Come on, it's too late!
Fortunately, Su Xuanhe reacted quickly and turned his head to the side the moment he felt his nose itching, ensuring that the peppercorns in the mortar survived.
So he no longer dared to make mistakes. He covered the opening of the mortar with one hand to prevent the pepper powder from floating out, and ground the pepper powder with the other hand. He didn't even lift the hand covering the mortar to observe the peppercorns. status.
When he thought it was almost done, Su Xuanhe handed the mortar to Su Qingluan. Su Qingluan took a look and was very surprised: this pepper powder is very fine, there are no particles at all!
Nodding in approval, Su Qingluan looked at the basin: "It's almost done now, you open the basin." As she said that, she took away the basin of hot water above - after a period of heat dissipated, the basin The water has become less hot.
Su Xuanhe couldn't wait to open the basin and poked the dough again.
"Eh?" A surprised expression appeared on Su Xuanhe's face, "This dough has become softer!" And I don't know if it was his imagination, but the dough seemed to be a little bigger than before, and the surface was a little smoother!
Su Qingluan nodded in affirmation and asked him to cut off about one-fifth of the dough with a knife.
Because I plan to make a few pancakes as "test samples" first, I can't cut too many at once.
Su Xuanhe cut a piece of dough and put it on his hand as his sister said. He couldn't help but knead it back and forth: "This dough has become much softer than before!" It was also very "loose" and felt very good in his hand!
Su Qingluan nodded: "This process of making the dough soft is called 'relaxation'." She looked at the dough and said, "Now roll it into dough. Do you know how to use a rolling pin?"
Su Xuanhe patted his chest to assure himself that there would be no problem, but as soon as he got started, he found that it was not that easy - the small rolling pin was thick in the middle and pointed at both ends, a bit like a less sharp weaving shuttle. Su Xuanhe always rolled out the dough into bumps.
"Sister, what should we do?" Su Xuanhe asked pitifully.
