Just as the first cake was coming out of the pan, Su Guangfu and Yang entered the door one after another.
As soon as Fang stepped into the courtyard, Mrs. Yang raised her nose and smelled it: "Da Ya'er, are you eating pancakes today?" The smell of this burnt noodle is unmistakable.
Su Xuanhe poked his head out and asked, "Why are you back together today?" Yang was going to take a batch of made-up cotton gloves to the market to sell today, while Su Guangfu took on another job of repairing a house. I went to work early in the morning with a few co-workers.
Yang smiled and said, "It was a coincidence, we just met at the intersection ahead." Then she followed Su Qingluan into the kitchen.
Then she saw it - the one making cakes was not the eldest daughter she had imagined, but the second son.
"Su Erzhuang? Why did you learn to cook?" Yang was very surprised and even went back to look up to see if there was any red rain in the sky.
Immediately, she greeted Su Guangfu as if she had discovered a new world: "Dad, come and see, who is making pancakes today?"
Although Su Guangfu was not as exaggerated as Yang, he was still very surprised.
Su Xuanhe originally followed the steps told by Su Qingluan step by step and silently counted them in his heart, fearing that the cake he had finally made the last step in his hand would turn into "coke". When he heard his father and mother behind him sighing, he felt that it was coming again. Embarrassed and nervous, my mind went blank and I completely forgot where I had just counted.
"Sister, please let dad and mom go out, and don't disturb me making pancakes!"
Su Qingluan chuckled and said, "You have quite a lot of problems." She winked and asked her father and mother to follow her out - anyway, her pot of mutton soup had been turned down to a low heat. While he was free, he chopped up the mutton finely and paired it with the lamb tripe and intestines given to her to make a pot of haggis soup.
Now that it needed to be simmered over low heat, Su Qingluan turned around and walked out of the kitchen, telling Su Guangfu and Yang that Su Xuanhe knocked over Mrs. Xi's cake stall when she came home because she had finished class early today.
"What an unlucky boy!" Yang stamped her feet and subconsciously wanted to get the sweeping broom, but Su Guangfu and Su Qingluan held her back.
"Don't just ignore it when your temper gets worse," Su Guangfu advised, "the child is still working inside."
"What kind of work are you doing? It's just for show!" Yang said angrily.
Su Qingluan shook his head: "Auntie, you have wronged my brother. Although I am watching over you today, from the beginning of kneading the dough to the moment of baking the pancakes, he did it all by himself." Su Qing Luan sighed with a sigh: To be honest, she didn't expect her brother to be able to make pancakes like this.
Moreover, what Su Qingluan himself said about "twenty or thirty pieces of cooking cakes" was just a casual mention, and he had no real intention to let his brother make all the cooking cakes by himself.
She was even prepared, Su Xuanhe would play rogue from the very beginning, and in the end she did it herself - mainly because she saw that winter was getting closer. Although the Su family had prepared a lot of winter vegetables, there was almost no storage capacity for staple food.
The biscuits, which are relatively hard in texture and need to be baked carefully, are a good choice for long-term storage.
I never thought that this little guy Su Xuanhe really had some perseverance. Instead, he never cheated and persisted.
"Auntie, my brother's craftsmanship is quite good. Why don't you try it later?" Su Qingluan said with a smile.
About half an hour later, the mutton soup was ready. Su Qingluan sprinkled coriander in the soup to make it fresh. At this time of year, green leafy vegetables are rare. However, these corianders were "potted plants" that Su Qingluan had foresighted and moved into the house when the temperature was still warm, so the Su family could still see a little green shadow for the time being.
At this time, there are relatively many vegetables, which are basically Chinese cabbage, radishes, and some dried pickled vegetables and mushrooms stored in the winter.
It's just that the Su family also has some French dishes such as carrots and onions - although some people are not used to the taste of these vegetables, which are always a bit strange. Moreover, Fanbang vegetables are more expensive than local vegetables in Sheng Dynasty, so even though they are easier to store in winter, not many people are interested in them.
But Su Qingluan understands that these vegetables are an important vitamin supplement when food is scarce in winter - even if they taste a bit weird to many people.
Su Xuanhe's pancakes didn't even have a batter pan, which surprised Su Qingluan. Su Xuanhe, on the other hand, leaned exhausted on Sister's back: "I have to count non-stop every time. I don't dare to stop or think about anything else, just for fear of getting stuck in the pot. I'm really tired - —Is this cake really layered?"
"You can see for yourself after I cut it open later?" Su Qingluan said, and cut each of the five disk-shaped pancakes into four pieces in a cross shape into a ninety-degree fan shape. Su Xuanhe couldn't wait to take it out. One of the pieces was uncovered: "Eh? It's really layer by layer!" Su Xuanhe said in surprise as if he had discovered some new continent.
And he lifted his nose and smelled it: there was a scent!
Su Qingluan watched her brother's movements in her eyes and smiled unconsciously: "The salt and pepper powder you just touched with the soybean oil are the source of this fragrance."
This kind of cake has a salt and pepper flavor, and even without any side dishes, you can eat two or three in an empty mouth!
Su Xuanhe breathed a sigh of relief: "Sister, this cake looks so delicious!"
Su Qingluan laughed: "Well, it looks delicious."
Su Xuanhe looked at Su Qingluan with bright eyes: "This is the cake I made!"
Su Qingluan looked at his younger brother who was begging for praise and nodded hard: "My younger brother is so amazing, he can make such delicious cooking cakes!"
Su Xuanhe also nodded very stupidly: "I also feel that I am so amazing!"
Su Qingluan couldn't help but laugh out loud: "When someone complimented you, you raised your tail?" Then he turned around and took out the mutton soaked in the brown stew.
At this time, the outer skin of the mutton leg was also dyed dark brown due to the marinade, but Su Qingluan put the piece of mutton leg on the chopping board and cut it. The sliced meat inside showed a kind of contrast. A lighter grayish color on the surface.
Su Qingluan's knife skills were excellent, and because the stew was not in a heated state, by the time Su Qingluan took the mutton out, it had already cooled down a lot.
So now the meat has been firmer when it was just out of the pan, and it is easier to shape when it is cut.
With each cut, Su Qingluan sliced the mutton into pieces as thin as paper, almost transparent, and placed them neatly on the plate.
In a short while, the whole piece of lamb leg meat was transformed into slices and spread out on the plate.
"Go, you take out the haggis soup and serve it with pickles, and I'll put the pancakes back into the pot." Su Qingluan said to his brother.
"Is this pancake not cooked enough?" Su Xuanhe was a little nervous.
"No, it's just a little cold." Su Qingluan said, brushing a layer of oil in the "iron pan" and frying the pancakes that had just been cut.
After all the meals were served, Su Qingluan first gave each of his father, mother and sister a piece of cake, and said like a cake salesman: "Everyone, try it. How does this cake taste?"
Su Xuanhe, who was sitting aside as if nothing had happened, stiffened nervously when he heard Sister A's words.
