There are two kinds of rolling pins in the Su family. One is the one Su Xuanhe is using now. It is slightly wider in the middle and tapered at both ends. It is usually used to roll out dumpling wrappers. The other kind of rolling pin is about the same height as Su Xuanhe. A similar-sized rolling pin is a prop commonly used by Yang or Su Qingluan for hand-rolling noodles.
Su Qingluan looked at his brother's dough and pointed at the posture of his hands: "Don't use too much force when rolling out the dough. Use the rolling pin while turning in circles, and cooperate with your left and right hands - the other one catches the dough. The hands should not be idle, nor should they be pulled forcefully, otherwise the dough will naturally become shapeless and uneven in thickness."
As Su Qing gave a demonstration, the dough pancake that was about to be pulled into "skirt lace" by Su Xuanhe not only became evenly thick in Su Qingluan's hands, but also gradually took on a shape that was more and more nearly a pure circle. shape.
"It should look like this." Su Qingluan showed the side of the dough to his brother, "The thickness should be about the thickness of your thumb."
Su Xuanhe watched his sister rolling out the dough, but he murmured proudly in his heart: "Sister, if you help me roll out one pancake, I will roll one less. I am really smart!"
Thinking of this, Su Xuanhe's little dark face gradually couldn't hold back, and a sly smile appeared on his face, as if a prank had succeeded.
However, before the smile fully bloomed, Su Qingluan kneaded the rolled out dough into the original dough shape - of course, it was rounder and smoother than the dough Su Xuanhe kneaded.
"Hey! Sister, why did you knead the dough back?" Su Xuanhe's smile that hadn't had time to fully bloom seemed like a balloon that had been popped by a needle, bursting all of a sudden. The original sly smile turned into a bitter look, "Can't you keep using your good skin?"
Su Qingluan glanced at her younger brother: "Did you just want to pick up some ready-made dough?" That expression was exactly the same as every time a prank was immediately succeeded or a piece of candy was stolen. Su Qingluan had seen it so many times. When she came down, as soon as Su Xuanhe put on such an expression, she knew what this kid was up to!
Seeing that "picking peaches" was hopeless, Su Xuanhe slumped his shoulders dejectedly and resigned to his fate and continued to roll out the dough. This time he followed the technique mentioned by Su Qingluan, but he always felt that his left hand and right hand had their own ideas. Each hand was working on its own, and they were always unable to coordinate.
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "It's okay, you can slow down a little, then a little slower, turn the dough, and then roll it with a rolling pin."
"But sister, you seem to be doing two movements at the same time." Su Xuanhe recalled Su Qingluan's deft movements, feeling completely different from his own hemiplegia.
"That's because my movements are very skilled, so it looks like they are connected together, but in fact they are just turning and rolling the skin."
Su Xuanhe nodded, followed the "decomposition action" and rolled it out once. Although this action is a bit slow, at least because it does not pull the dough forcefully, it will not make the dough bumpy or uneven, as if it is rolled up. Skirt.
Every time Su Xuanhe rolls a piece of dough, he checks to see if the thickness of the dough meets the "requirements." Su Qingluan said patiently at the side: Don't use too much force because it is too thin in one go. Otherwise, your hands and arms will be very tired. In addition, the force will be uneven and the thickness will be uneven. "
In fact, strictly speaking, what we are making now is the raw embryo of the cake, and it does not need to be so precise every time. But rolling out dough is a task where practice makes perfect, and if you develop any wrong postures and habits, it will be difficult to change once you form an inertia.
Su Qingluan thought that instead of spending more effort correcting the posture later, it would be better for Su Xuanhe to lay a solid foundation of "correct posture for rolling out dough" now.
That's right, Su Qingluan has decided to take advantage of this opportunity to let his younger brother learn cooking skills, at least to the extent that he can not starve to death - the same will be true for his younger sister in the future.
No matter what the family background is, younger brothers and sisters must have the most basic survival skills. After all, in this era, no one can guarantee a prosperous and peaceful life. Knowing some basic survival skills is better than not knowing anything at all.
After Su Xuanhe rolled out the first piece of dough, Su Qingluan asked Su Xuanhe to spread salt and freshly made pepper on one side of the dough.
"Is it okay to just sprinkle it on like this? Is it okay to use so much?" At first, Su Xuanhe had no idea about the amount of seasonings. Every time he put in a little bit of salt or pepper, he trembled with fear. Those who didn't know thought it was not... It's not adding seasoning, but poisoning.
However, Su Qingluan also understood the reason for his brother's cautious mentality, so he just smiled and said: "A little more will be fine for these things."
"But these seasonings are not spread evenly..." Su Xuanhe was a little unhappy - the salt was okay, it was mixed with the flour on the dough and couldn't be seen clearly, so it was finally "out of sight, out of mind"; but the pepper The powder is placed on the cake crust, and it is like ink dripping on the white rice paper, which is still different in shades, which is particularly interesting.
"It's okay, we will find a way to make them uniform later." Su Qingluan began to instruct his brother again: "Go and get the oil can that usually eats oil."
"Sister, do you want sesame oil or soybean oil?" Su Xuanhe pointed to the two oil cans converted from wine cans side by side.
Su Qingluan asked: "Which one do you like?"
Su Xuanhe thought for a while: "Although sesame oil is very fragrant, I prefer soybean oil, which has a lighter taste."
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "Then choose soybean oil. The cook can have priority. If the family members can accept both tastes, you can choose the one you like."
After Su Xuanhe brought the oil can, Su Qingluan asked him to apply a layer of oil on one side of the pie crust with a brush: "Don't be afraid of uneven brushing. Just wipe the uneven areas with the pie crust later. " Su Qingluan said when she thought about the inexplicable "obsessive-compulsive disorder" she had when she was a child learning to cook.
"But won't there be salt and pepper powder on the brush?" Su Xuanhe turned around and asked.
"Just brush the oil off the areas where the oil has not been brushed, and it doesn't matter if there is a little seasoning in the soybean oil." Anyway, there is a high probability that seasoning will be added when cooking with oil, and the smell will be covered up. .
After brushing the oil, he spread the crust evenly around so that the soybean oil and seasonings were spread all over the surface of the crust. Su Qingluan asked his brother to roll up the crust like a burrito.
"Slowly roll them up, and try to roll them as neatly as possible - it doesn't matter if the oil leaks out, we will make them into dough later anyway."
"What is noodles?"
"It's just a cake embryo, not what the final cake will look like."
"But I feel that Mrs. Xi's cakes are much thinner than this one."
Su Qingluan said to her heart, of course I know, she was the one who improved Mrs. Xi’s cooking cakes. But that kind of cooking cake requires dry and cool weather outside, and most importantly, it needs thin oil to fry carefully. It not only tests cooking skills but also tests patience, which is really difficult for Su Xuanhe, a novice in the kitchen.
Naturally, she would not say this to hurt her brother, so she said: "Each family makes pancakes differently. Madam Xi's recipe is a secret. We can't ask about it. We can only teach you the home-cooked version."
