Su Xuanhe was like a primary school student waiting for the final grade notice, looking at everyone with great anxiety.
He was worried, and everyone else except Su Qingluan was also worried.
After all, Su Xuanhe entered the kitchen for the first time, and he was still a child over seven years old. Although Su Qingluan had promised that the entire process would be completed under her supervision, and the taste and texture were absolutely guaranteed, the rest of the Su family still remained skeptical.
I can't blame everyone for not trusting Su Xuanhe. In fact, given the two major premise of "seven years old" and "a kitchen novice who cooks for the first time", it is very difficult for people to believe that the food he cooks is delicious.
"Here, you can try the cooking cakes alone first, or you can add braised mutton and onion rings, like this," Su Qingluan picked up five or six pieces of mutton from the plate next to him - said to be five or six. Slices, but because the mutton slices are as thin as paper, there isn’t actually much meat.
She separated the layers between the pancakes, stuffed the meat slices inside, and stuffed the onion rings into them. Since there are various seasonings in the braised mutton, and the cake itself has the aroma of salt and pepper, there is no need to add any additional seasonings.
She took a bite, and instantly the crispy skin of the pancake made a fine "click-click" sound due to the second reheating, and the burnt yellow cake crumbs fell on the palm of Su Qingluan's hand.
The salty aroma of the braised lamb is mixed with the spicy and sweet flavor of the onions, wrapped in the crispy aroma of the pasta, making the mutton pancake even richer in flavor. Su Qingluan looked at the group of people opposite: "Why don't you eat it? It really tastes good."
Upon hearing this, Su Xuanhe lowered his head and looked at the cooking cake in his hand, hesitantly closed his eyes and put the cooking cake into his mouth.
Su Qingluan: ...she looked at her brother's trembling movements and couldn't help complaining: You made this cake yourself! Didn't you smell the fragrance just now? Why does it feel like swallowing poison when you take a bite now?
Although there was too much to say, Su Qingluan still didn't say anything. He just watched his brother take a bite and asked, "How is it? How does it feel to eat your own handicraft?"
"It's so delicious!" Su Xuanhe chewed it a few times, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Dad, mom and dad, and Sanya, please try it! It's my first time to make pancakes so delicious. Could it be that I really It’s the reincarnation of the God of Cooking…”
Before she finished speaking, Su Qingluan flicked her brother's chestnut: "Who was the person who was crying just now and was afraid that he couldn't do well?"
"...I didn't cry..."
With the "guarantee" from Su Qingluan and Su Xuanhe, Su Guangfu, Yang and the most skeptical Su Xueyan finally carefully started the "tasting" session.
Needless to say, Su Guangfu and Mr. Yang are very proud of their seven-year-old son for being able to make decent pancakes even with the help of his sister. Even Su Xueyan had to admit that although her brother's cakes were not as flexible and strong as her sister's, they could still be called "delicious".
Su Xuanhe was unconvinced: "You little girl just deliberately said it was not good to find trouble!"
"I'm not looking for trouble!" Su Xueyan was also unconvinced, "What you did was not as chewy as my sister's, nor as many layers as my sister's!"
Su Guangfu and Yang were obviously used to the brothers and sisters bickering over trivial matters every day, so they didn't take it to heart. After all, one was three or four years old, and the other was seven or eight years old. Their combined ages were not yet adults. What kind of noise could they cause? degree?
Su Qingluan, who was standing by, was secretly surprised: she had noticed before that little girl Su Xueyan could notice many differences in the taste of ingredients.
Is this a coincidence or...
With the calculation in her mind, Su Qingluan did not forget today's mutton soup: "I have washed the mutton intestines and tripe. You all should also try the mutton soup. My parents have been busy outside for a day." , warm your body..."
Because the cooking cakes are really delicious, Su Xuanhe, the child, heard the words "The God of Cooking is reincarnated" from the left and the voice "Extraordinary Talent" from the right. He couldn't help but throw himself into the great cause of continuing to make cooking cakes after the meal. , even Su Qingluan’s attempts to stop it didn’t work.
Of course, he was overworked the next day and his arms were so sore that he couldn't lift them up. Su Xuanhe cried miserably.
Fortunately, I don't know whether it was luck or misfortune, but as Su Qingluan expected, there was another heavy autumn rain the night before, and a thicker layer of ice formed on the ground the next day, so Su Xuanhe didn't have to go to school. , but I just happened to rest directly under the quilt, so as not to hurt my arms even if they touched casually.
However, Su Xuanhe couldn't lie down. Although it was very difficult, he got up. When Su Qingluan asked the reason, it turned out to be because it was a little cold inside the bed!
Su Qingluan was in disbelief: "Didn't I fill you with soup?"
"I feel like Mrs. Tang is not as warm as before today." Su Xuanhe frowned.
"Really?" Su Qingluan raised her eyebrows, "Don't they all take the same time to pour the soup into the quilt and put it into the quilt?"
"But now Yuboshi is cold." But even after a whole night, Yuboshi was still warm in the morning because she was placed under the quilt.
Su Qingluan went to her room and tried it. Sure enough, Tang Pozi's temperature was much lower than before.
This was originally a very inconspicuous trivial matter in daily life, but as if it triggered a chain reaction, things that made people realize that "the weather is cold" happened one after another.
First of all, the most intuitive thing is that after the second time the road freezes, unlike the first time when the sun appears, the broken ice on the road will almost melt. The second time the road freeze will basically melt after almost noon, regardless of whether it is melted or not. Neither the time nor the scope was as rapid and vast as the first time.
Secondly, whether in Huaxi Village or Lefeng County, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road. Later, Su Qingluan went to Hongfulou again to see how the reputation of Longxu Noodles was, but found that about one-third of the stoves in the back kitchen were resting during peak customer flow.
When I asked shopkeeper Liang, he said that the weather is getting colder and colder now, and everyone can't wait to stay behind closed doors, let alone come to Hongfu Building. Whenever this time comes, Hongfu Tower will gradually turn off some stoves to save some unnecessary expenses.
In addition, every household in Huaxi Village is more eager to store winter vegetables than before.
Su Qingluan took a breath of the cold air that was already very cold and even made people unable to open their mouths. She felt the fact more and more clearly: winter was coming, and everyone was actively making various preparations for this moment. In order to have a little more hope of living.
