What Su Qingluan said was actually half true and half false.
Of course she could tell her brother the recipe for Mrs. Xi’s cakes - the recipe even passed through her hands - but she couldn’t do that, because in this era, the unique flavors in every food shop are This is the "secret recipe" of this family.
Basically, anyone with a little bit of "ganghu morality" knows that you can improve the taste, change it, or combine it with other techniques to make something new, but there is no way to copy it openly.
Su Qingluan is a chef himself, so he naturally understands this truth better.
Even though there is no patent protection fee in this era, she can't bully her friends, right?
However, it is true that there are huge differences in how to cook pancakes - after all, this thing is just a general term for a type of food, and there cannot be a unified standard.
Su Xuanhe didn't know what his sister was thinking, he just listened to the instructions obediently and didn't dare to make a mistake - it was a joke, he had been busy all afternoon, if he took the initiative without permission and ruined his face, his afternoon's work would not have been in vain. Already?
Thinking of this, Su Xuanhe's movements of rolling the cake skin became as cautious as if he had just added seasonings to the top of the cake skin.
Su Qingluan looked at her brother and estimated that the roll wrapper would take a while, then turned to look at her braised lamb leg.
Although mutton has a fishy smell compared to beef, it also has its own advantages - that is, the fresh meat is very tender.
For example, now, Su Qingluan took two bamboo chopsticks and poked a small round hole into the mutton leg meat boiling and tumbling in the stew.
Even when it was poked relatively close to the center of the meat, it didn't require much force. Su Qingluan knew that the lamb leg was almost cooked and the meat had been cooked until it was soft and tender.
The next step is to let the stew stand and let the mutton slowly soak in the aroma of the stew so that it can be sliced later.
With this in mind, Su Qingluan put down the stewed soup from the stove and replaced it with another pot of pure white mutton soup - this was what Su Qing ladled out before adding the stewed ingredients and soy sauce. Half lamb soup.
Although there is a layer of mutton fat on the surface to keep the soup warm, it has been on the ground for a long time, and the upper layer of mutton fat has formed a thin film and started to turn white. Su Qingluan planned to let the mutton soup boil again before seasoning it.
"Sister, I've rolled it up, is this okay?" Su Xuanhe asked, pointing to the roll of "noodle rolls" in front of him.
Su Qingluan turned her head and looked over. She saw that the roll of noodles was rolled very carefully. She even felt that the closing area was not very neat. She deliberately pulled the shorter sides. She couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Okay, okay. You did very well."
Su Xuanhe scratched his head: "But the oil on both sides leaked out..."
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "It's okay, just slowly collect the oil in it like this..." As she said that, she picked up the kitchen knife and cut off about one-fifth of the "roll" made from the roll of dough. , a piece of dough about the size of a baby's fist, and it happens to be one of the places near the two ends that is difficult to close.
It happened that Su Qingluan felt that according to his brother's current "craft", it was already difficult for him to close the middle ones. The words on both sides were a bit too difficult for the child, so he turned to look at his brother, "Look at me How to shut up, I will slowly learn."
As he spoke, he held the dumpling with both hands, and with one hand he slowly pulled open the outer layer of the dough to cover the part where the soybean oil leaked out. The other hand seemed to be holding a bun, making a sweeping motion.
Su Qingluan just slowly and slowly absorbed all the golden soybean oil that was originally exposed on the outside into the noodles. From the outside, it looked like a complete thin skin with no "inside filling" exposed at all. Big buns.
In order to let his brother see more clearly, Su Qingluan actually deliberately slowed down the movements of his hands.
But even this was very strange to Su Xuanhe. The way he felt now could be described in Internet terms that Su Qingluan was familiar with in his previous life: his brain and eyes had learned how to express, but his hands could not keep up.
It can be said to be very sad.
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "It's okay, as long as you wrap all the soybean oil in it, you don't have to pay too much attention to the shape."
"But... this thing I made is too ugly." Su Xuanhe looked at sister's round dough, and then looked at his own dough that seemed to be some weird and unknown object, and was very reluctant, "First, This is my first time making pancakes, and I want to make them look nice..."
Su Qingluan raised an eyebrow: Can't you tell that my brother actually has an obsessive-compulsive side?
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan comforted: "Anyway, you just have to be more careful when rolling it into dough later."
"You still have to roll it into pancakes?" Su Xuanhe was surprised, "Then why didn't we just divide the dough into five parts and roll it into pancakes before? Why did we still go to so much trouble?"
Su Qingluan pointed to the layer of oil: "This is the secret to making the cakes layered. If you don't apply this layer of oil, the cakes will be just a hard lump of dough and it's impossible to layer them. If you don't believe me, try it?"
So, Su Xuanhe continued to roll the dough into cakes again step by step under Su Qingluan's "guidance", and then watched Su Qingluan take out her "iron pan".
"Sister... what, what are you doing?" Su Xuanhe took a step back as if facing a formidable enemy.
I really can’t blame him for reacting so violently, because when he first bought the "iron sheet pot", he used almost all the belongings of the Su family at that time, so Yang and Su Guangfu secretly warned the two children - especially Su Xuanhe, the naughty boy—how many times has this pot looked inconspicuous, but it is worth all his belongings? If he dares to break my sister’s pot, I will beat him until he can’t get up for three days!
For children, being beaten by their parents is a terrible punishment. Even though Yang does not particularly like mothers who beat their children, it is still too scary for the seven-year-old Su Xuanhe. .
Because of this, when Su Xuanhe saw this iron pan, he subconsciously said: You must not touch it, otherwise you will be beaten!
So when Su Qingluan took it out and placed it on the stove in front of Su Xuanhe, Su Xuanhe's first reaction was not to step forward out of curiosity but to retreat cautiously.
"What are you doing standing so far away?" Su Qingluan didn't know why, "How can you learn pancakes if you don't come here?"
Only then did Su Xuanhe realize how strange his movements were, and he quickly stepped forward.
Making pancakes is actually not difficult. You just need to apply a layer of oil and control the heat so that they don't become burnt on the outside and still raw on the inside. This thing is actually difficult to make unpalatable.
And the biggest difficulty became no longer a difficulty under Su Qingluan's supervision. Su Qingluan said carefully: "If you are worried, use a shovel to turn it a few more times. If you are not sure how long the interval will be, count it in your heart - can you count each one?"
Su Qingluan said, and then adjusted a rough range according to Su Xuanhe's counting rhythm: "You can count almost fifty at this speed - can you count from one to fifty?"
This cycle goes on and on, and gradually dots of burnt brown appear on the surface of the crust, and a burnt aroma of burnt flour wafts out.
"Today's cooking cakes are so delicious!" Su Xuanhe sniffed.
Su Qingluan couldn't help but laugh: Isn't this just the taste of ordinary cooking cakes? But the food you make yourself is naturally extra delicious.
