Mo Ziwan looked at Murong Qingyuan as if he was looking at an idiot, "You can eat it even if it's not cooked!"
Murong Qingyuan was stunned by Mo Ziwan's confident answer and the way she looked at him. After being stunned, he pursed his lips and smiled and said: "Yes, yes, you can eat it even if it's not done well." After saying that, he laughed at himself again. Then he said, "Tell me what you want to do, and I'll help you!" After saying this, he glanced at Mo Ziyuan's body and then said, "Otherwise, it's just you and Mo Li, I'm afraid not just you can't do it well. ." And he couldn't do it, but he didn't say the last sentence, so he naturally gave Mo Ziwan a mocking look.
Mo Ziyuan wanted to roll her eyes. She usually looked like a little adult, but now she was a bit childish. However, she was also a child. She put her hands on her waist, pretending to be dissatisfied, "Huh, I'm still young. Wait until I grow up with you." When he is this old, he must be taller than you!"
Murong Qingyuan pursed his lips and followed her words, "Okay, you're taller than me, so you have to remember to eat more food, otherwise you won't be as tall as me." These words were the same as those of Song Nanzhi and Mo Tingyu. Same, full of pampering.
After the two of them finished bickering, Mo Ziwan started talking about how to make the sandwich, "First mix the eggs with the flour."
Murong Qingyuan looked at the two eggs that had been taken out. The eggs were already taken out and were no longer needed, and asked: "How many noodles do you want?"
Mo Ziyuan planned to make one for each person first. There were seven people in the family, plus her godmother and the others, there were ten people. After calculating the number of people, she estimated the amount of flour and finally said: "Scoop out three bowls of flour first. , if it’s not enough, I’ll add more later.”
Murong Qingyuan took the pottery bowl on the chopping board and walked to the cabinet beside him. He opened the cabinet with one hand and took out the rice scooping bowl from the rice bag. Then he reached into the flour sack next to him and scooped out a flat bowl. Pour the three bowls of flour into the clay bowl in the other hand.
After scooping out the flour, she turned around and walked towards the chopping board. She looked at the eggs that Mo Ziwan had washed and asked, "Can you just break the eggs in?"
Mo Ziwan said: "We need to add some water."
Murong Qingyuan reached for the egg and said, "Let's beat the egg first." After saying that, he took the egg and knocked it against the edge of the pottery bowl.
The first knock was gentle, but the eggshell was not broken. Then he knocked again, and there was a crack, but it was not enough. Murong Qingyuan knocked again, and this time the force was enough. Not only was it enough, a big hole was broken in the eggshell. , the broken eggshells flowed down along with the egg liquid, half went into the bowl, and the other half flowed along the pottery bowl to the chopping board.
Murong Qingyuan watched the egg liquid flow out, and quickly stretched his hand covered with egg liquid into the bowl to prevent the egg liquid from flowing out of the pottery bowl. When all the egg liquid flowed into the bowl, I took the chopsticks and tried to pick out the egg shells in the bowl, but the egg shell seemed to be deliberately against Murong Qingyuan. It was clearly aimed at the egg shell, but when it passed through the egg liquid The eggshell turned to one side, and it took three attempts to clamp it up.
Seeing him taking the pottery bowl quickly and scooping noodles into the bowl, and because he took the initiative to help, Mo Ziwan thought that he might be able to do some housework, but in the end, he just cracked an egg and revealed everything. The essence of not knowing came, so he couldn't help laughing anymore.
Murong Qingyuan also laughed awkwardly, "Isn't this the first time I've done it? I'll get better at doing it a few more times in the future."
Mo Ziwan smiled and nodded, "Well, we can just do it a few more times in the future."
When Mo Li heard what they were talking about, he came out of the stove and saw Murong Qingyuan carefully cracking the eggs again. Mo Li said, "Brother Qingyuan, why don't you go watch and light the fire, and I'll mix the noodles. I can do this." .”
Before Murong Qingyuan expressed his opinion, Mo Ziwan said: "That's okay. Brother Qingyuan, you haven't cooked yet, why not let Sister Mo Li come first this time? She has cooked and can make noodles." Then she looked at Murong Qingyuan the same way he had looked at her before, "Otherwise we really won't be able to do it in a while." After saying that, regardless of his expression, he started laughing again.
Murong Qingyuan insisted on breaking the eggs into the pottery bowl before letting go, and sighed: "I didn't expect that cooking is not easier than homework! That's fine, I'll just watch it this time, and I'll come back next time." After that, he stood aside. .
Li Li washed his hands, glanced at the flour and egg liquid in the pottery bowl, then looked at Mo Ziwan and said, "Should it be made drier or thinner?"
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As someone who often cooks in the kitchen, Mo Ziwan replied: "I want to make pancakes, but they shouldn't be too dry or too hard." Without slices of bread, she had to make a pancake to make up for it.
Li Qiye roughly knew how much to adjust. After taking a bowl, he turned around and left. He walked to the water tank and scooped out most of the bowl of water. He took the bowl in one hand and the chopsticks that Murong Qingyuan had just brought over and started. Mix the flour in the bowl.
Mo Li skillfully mixed the flour in the bowl and said to Murong Qingyuan: "Brother Qingyuan, the rice is almost ready. Don't add too much firewood. Just simmer it on low heat for a while."
Murong Qingyuan just stuffed a handful of firewood into the stove hole. After stuffing it, he walked to the chopping board to watch Mo Li mix the noodles. Hearing Mo Li say that he wanted a low fire, he turned around and walked back to the stove. Walking back, he complained: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
As soon as Mo Li heard Murong Qingyuan's words, he knew that he was definitely not cooking on a low fire. He put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands and walked to the stove. He hurriedly reached out and lifted the lid of the pot. The soup in the pot had already overflowed a little. If it continued If you come over a little late, you might be afraid that the half-pot of soup will overflow. "How do I know you can't even cook? The rice is almost ready. It must have been boiled over low heat, otherwise the water would have been boiled over by the high heat." Done."
The noodles were no longer warm, so he turned around and took the handkerchief from the chopping board, wiped away the little soup that had spilled out, and then warned: "Lower the fire, and pay attention to the pot to prevent the soup from pouring out again."
Murong Qingyuan responded: "Okay, I'll lower the heat and then watch the pot."
Mo Ziwan watched Mo Li wash off the rice soup-stained handkerchief before returning to the chopping board to continue mixing noodles. Looking at her busy, she instantly felt that she was here to make trouble for her, but she had already added more noodles. We can only continue.
After Li Li finished mixing the noodles, he turned to Mo Ziwan and asked, "How big do you want the cake to be?"
Mo Ziyuan nodded, "Just make it the size of a bowl."
After Li Qiye said "Okay", he started to tear the dough kneaded in the bowl into small pieces. Compared to the planned ten cakes, two more cakes came out. Divide the dough, then roll the small pieces of dough into balls, then place them on the chopping board and roll them into bowl-sized cakes. Z.br>
After everything was ready, he said to Murong Qingyuan: "Brother Qingyuan, the big pot inside is about to be fired, and we need kang cakes."
Murong Qingyuan responded: "Okay."
"It's also a small fire." Mo Li said. As he spoke, he lifted a bench about two feet long and a little more than half a foot high that was placed in the corner of the kitchen to the side of the stove so that he could put it in the pot. Cake kang.
Murong Qingyuan first took a handful of straw and lit it in the stove hole of the rice pot, and finally took the straw and stuffed it into the stove hole of the cooking stove. While the pot was still hot, Li Li carried the oil can onto the stove. Put the oil can, stood on the bench, took a shovel and felt the temperature of the black cooking pot, then took a spoon from the oil can, scooped a little oil into the pot, and then took the shovel and poured it into the pot. Stir fry in the pan so that the oil is coated around the bottom of the pan.
When Mo Li stood on the bench, Mo Ziyuan also stood on the bench. She could barely see into the pot and looked at the oil in the pot. Even if it was spreading pancakes, the oil would be very little! I know that like her grandma, she is reluctant to use oil. Although Kang Cake doesn't use much oil, too little oil can easily stick to the pan. So Mo Ziyuan reached directly into the oil can, scooped out another half spoonful of oil and poured it into the pot, "Sister Mo Li, you see there is no oil in the pot, I will add more."
Li Qiye didn't notice that she would scoop in more oil. After she poured it in, he said, "Kang cakes don't need oil, a little bit is enough."
Mo Ziwan nodded and said, "Yes." Being a child is so tiring, and I really want to grow up!
When a trace of smoke rose from the pot, Mo Li began to put the prepared noodle cakes into the pot. The first cake was put into the bottom of the pot first, and then started to be placed along the edge of the pot. When four of them were placed, Mo Ziwan said, "Sister Mo Li, wait for these four kangs before placing the others."
Mo Li responded: "Yes." After answering, Mo Li looked at the smoke in the pot rising again, and hurriedly shouted: "Brother Qingyuan, please be younger." After saying that, he took the spatula and kept turning it. The cake in the pot will not be burnt on the kang later.
After hearing this, Murong Qingyuan looked at the firewood in the pot and said, "It's already very small!"
Mo Ziyuan thought she didn’t know how to cook.
After eating rice, he immediately got off the bench to see the intensity of the fire. It was indeed not that big, just like the fire used to cook porridge, but it was still a bit too big for kang cakes. So he said: "Brother Qingyuan, if the fire is smaller, the fire will be bigger." The cake in the pot burns easily."
After hearing this, Murong Qingyuan took the tongs to clamp the firewood that was burning in the pot and moved it out a little, so that the fire burning at the bottom of the pot became smaller.
Seeing that the fire was getting smaller, Mo Ziwan said, "This should be enough."
Murong Qingyuan knew that she had burned the fire, but she had never made the kang cake. He said, "You have never made the kang cake. How do you know that this fire is suitable?"
Mo Ziyuan snickered in her heart. As someone who has been cooking for almost six or seven years, I certainly know that the fire is inappropriate, but she answered in another way, "I just know! If you don't believe me, ask Sister Mo Li!"
Li Li took the initiative to reply without being asked: "It's suitable, this size is just right."
Murong Qingyuan didn't want to increase the fire anymore, he just said casually, and the two pots continued to burn on a low fire.
Li Qiye flipped the pancakes in the pot back and forth several times, waiting for the four pancakes to be fully cooked before putting them on the prepared plates, and then started the second round, which was still four rounds.
After seeing that the people making the fire and making the kang cake were fine, Mo Ziyuan said, "I'll go pick some vegetables from the vegetable garden."
