Then he took out the dough that had woken up before from the bowl, rolled it out with a rolling pin, folded it and rolled it out again, and after knowing that the dough had become extremely flat and smooth, Song Lingyue used a rolling pin to roll the dough into a rectangle.

Fold the rectangular dough cake, take a porcelain bowl with wavy edges, and use the wavy edges of the porcelain bowl to separate the dough so that there are wavy patterns on both sides of the dough, and then change the knife into small rectangles.

"In other words, Xiangling, you have to help with the rest." Song Lingyue sprinkled the prepared dough layer by layer with flour, put it in the dustpan, took the dustpan out of the kitchen, put it on the table in the dining room, and motioned for Song Yanzhi and Xiangling to come and sit down.

"Sister, what do you want us to help with?" Song Yanzhi couldn't wait to run to the table, looking curiously at the dough in Song Lingyue's dustpan.

"Yes, what does Master want us to help with?" Xiangling was not willing to be left behind, and also asked Song Lingyue with a raised face.

"Wait a minute." Song Lingyue took the rag and carefully wiped the desktop three times, but it was still not clean, so she went to the oil paper and spread it on the table, and sprinkled a thin layer of flour evenly on the oil paper.

After making all the preparations, Song Lingyue said to the two with a smile: "These are the butterfly noodles that my sister wants to make for you at night." ”

"Butterfly noodles?" Song Yanzhi and Xiangling asked in unison, both of them with curiosity in their eyes.

"Master, but you don't have butterflies or noodles now, only noodles." Xiangling pointed to Song Lingyue's dustpan, and her face was full of doubts.

"I'm just going to start making butterfly noodles now. After a while, my sister will do it, and you will learn from it, and after a while, you will know what a butterfly is. After Song Lingyue finished speaking, she reached out and took out a piece of dough from the dustpan, because it was sprinkled with flour, even if the dough was stacked, it would not stick together.

Song Lingyue put the dough in the palm of her hand, and gently pinched her thumb and index finger on the rectangular dough, and the middle of the dough was glued together to form a fold, and with the wavy lace on both sides, it looked like a bow.

"Look, like the wings of a butterfly? Because this noodle is shaped like this, it is called a butterfly noodle. Song Lingyue handed the butterfly noodles she had kneaded to Xiangling and Song Yanzhi to see.

"It's so cute!" Xiangling fiddled with it a few times, "I didn't expect the noodles to be kneaded into such a shape, it's so interesting." Master is really capable. ”

"Then would you like to help me turn all the dough sheets in the dustpan into butterfly noodles?" Song Lingyue winked at the two.

"Yes!" Song Yanzhi and Xiangling glanced at each other, and they spoke in unison.

"If you sprinkle flour, the noodles may not stick tightly enough between them, so you can apply a little water to the areas that need to be pinched." Seeing that Song Yanzhi couldn't fix the center of the bow no matter how he pinched it, Song Lingyue took a bowl of water, lightly dipped her index finger in the center of the dough, and then pinched it gently, and the dough that Song Yanzhi couldn't stick to just now easily sticked.

"It's fun!" Song Yanzhi and Xiangling's interest was aroused, and both of them began to work hard to pinch the dough.

Xiangling is very serious, and she can't wait to tidy up every wrinkle on her dough.

"Sister, what does this butterfly noodle taste like? In other words, I want to eat it now. "Song Yanzhi is really looking forward to the butterfly noodles in his hand.

"I'll make it for you in the evening." Song Lingyue picked up the last piece of dough in the dustpan and pinched it into the shape of a butterfly, "It's done so quickly?" You're all so capable. ”

"Sister, can't you eat butterfly noodles now?" Song Yanzhi looked at Song Lingyue with blank eyes, and Xiangling on the side learned Song Lingyue's movements and carefully put the butterfly noodles into the dustpan.

"No." Song Lingyue said with a serious face, "Today's lunch at noon was prepared by Aunt Li, and Aunt Li is very hard, so we can't live up to Aunt Li's hard work." Besides, you can eat it at night. ”

Song Lingyue reached out and pinched Song Yanzhi's fleshy little face, and rubbed all the flour in her hand on Song Yanzhi's face.

"Okay!" Song Yanzhi is not an unreasonable child, seeing that Aunt Li is still busy in the kitchen, he nodded and agreed with Song Lingyue's statement.

Song Lingyue went back to the kitchen with a dustpan, and before leaving, she heard Song Yanzhi asking Xiangling if she was looking forward to the butterfly noodles at night, it would be delicious.

Song Lingyue thought that it was not that the tomatoes were not ripe, otherwise making the tomatoes into tomato sauce and adding minced meat would definitely be more delicious than making garlic fried butterfly noodles.

Originally, Song Lingyue wanted to make it into the simplest straight shape, but if it was made into a butterfly face, it would be more interesting.

In addition, being able to ask Song Yanzhi and Xiangling to help is also a kind of interest in life.

Aunt Li's meal was quickly served, but it was really a table of egg banquets as Aunt Li said.

The first is scrambled eggs with green onions, the second is steamed eggs, and another is scrambled eggs with green peppers, and finally a garlic spinach is added, barely having one more choice.

"It smells so good!" Song Yanzhi sniffed, looking like his saliva was about to run down.

Song Lingyue also snorted, it was indeed very fragrant. Sure enough, it is a pure green and pollution-free native egg, and the color and fragrance are not a little worse than in modern times.

Song Lingyue sandwiched a chopsticks of scrambled eggs with green onions and put them in her bowl, the green onions were crispy and fried, and after they were fried, they were fragrant with green onions and a faint sweetness, and the eggs were tender and tender. The juice is very appetizing and refreshing.

The egg custard is also steamed very tender, but it is seasoned with a little salt and soy sauce, but it is already very delicious.

Aunt Li also added two extra drops of sesame oil, which is more fragrant and delicious, and smooth. The tender taste has won the love of Song Yanzhi and Xiangling.

"It's delicious." Song Lingyue finished the last bite with satisfaction and put down the dishes and chopsticks.

"It's delicious." Aunt Li was very pleased.

"I'm full, I'm full, I can't eat anymore." Song Yanzhi hiccuped and lay on the chair holding his stomach.

"I'm full, too." Xiangling also put down the dishes and chopsticks in her hand, turned her head and said to Aunt Li: "Mother, the dishes you fried today are really delicious." ”

"You know that your mouth is sweet." Aunt Li smiled, and the wrinkles between her eyebrows were stretched.

After resting for a while, Aunt Li began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks on the table, and Xiangling naturally came to help.

"Words?" Song Lingyue turned her head to look at Song Yanzhi.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Song Yanzhi looked up lazily and asked Song Lingyue.

"Everyone is busy, why don't you do anything? Forget how your sister taught you? Song Ling raised his face.

Song Yanzhi timidly sat up straight, glanced at Aunt Li, and whispered: "It's not that Yan Zhi doesn't want to help, it's that Aunt Li doesn't let Yan Zhi help." ”

"So, my sister hasn't done housework these days when she is no longer there?" Song Lingyue narrowed her eyes, Song Yanzhi didn't dare to lie and could only nod.

Aunt Li hurriedly opened her mouth to defend Song Yanzhi: "I didn't let Yanzhi interfere, Yanzhi is still young after all." ”

"He's already six years old, how can he still be young." Song Lingyue's eyes never left Song Yanzhi's face, "What my sister said, I said that I should do what I can." I said that I also promised it, have you forgotten it? ”

"I'm sorry, I was wrong." Song Yanzhi got up and obediently apologized to Song Lingyue, and then began to clean up the dishes on the table and go to the kitchen with the dishes.

"Lingyue, you are inevitably too strict. In other words, he is still a child. Aunt Li looked disapproving, "Besides, how can a boy do such rough work?" ”

"Why not?" Song Lingyue raised her head and asked, "Teaching him to do these things is to cultivate his self-care ability, he can't do this little thing, what else can he do in the future?" ”

"He's still young after all." Aunt Li still wants to continue to persuade.

Song Lingyue ignored it, but pointed at Xiangling and said, "When Xiangling was as old as him, didn't she already learn to cook and become a female celebrity?" ”

"Xiangling is a daughter's family after all, so naturally she has to learn to cook early and become a female celebrity." Aunt Li replied as a matter of course, "Isn't that about to go to school?" That's what he's supposed to do. I'll leave these housework to ......."

Song Lingyue interrupted Aunt Li disappreciably: "Although he is a man, he should at least have the ability to take care of his own life, right?" Now it's still too young, I can only teach him the housework I can, and when he is older, I plan to teach him how to cook. ”

Seeing that Aunt Li's face became a little ugly, Song Lingyue hurriedly softened her tone again: "Actually, I did this to be good." He always has to grow up, and he can't always rely on me alone. ”

Aunt Li glanced at Song Lingyue deeply, her ugly face recovered a little, and she also nodded:

"That's right. Learning a little is never a bad thing. Speaking of this, I remembered Chun'er's husband, who is so big that he can't even cook porridge.

Some time ago, Chun'er's in-laws went back to the countryside to save relatives, leaving the two of them at home. In the past, Chun'er took care of it, but isn't Chun'er heavy now? It's not good to squat down to make a fire to cook, so she asked her husband to help make a porridge. What happened, the porridge was full of ashes, and I couldn't eat it at all, and I still had to come to Chun'er in the end. ”

Song Lingyue said with a smile: "So, both men and women should master the most basic life skills. Cleaning, laundry and cooking are the most basic survival skills. You can't just let women learn this, men don't know anything about life skills, right? ”

"That's it." Aunt Li's brows were completely relaxed, and it seemed that she had turned this corner.

Song Lingyue smiled, although Aunt Li had an old-fashioned mind, as long as she told her seriously, she could understand it, which was extremely rare.

Because Song Lingyue had not had time to go to the medical bureau to obtain the medical qualification, Song Lingyue temporarily closed the Baoning Hall, only saying that it would reopen after obtaining the qualification of a doctor.

As soon as Song Lingyue closed the door, many female patients who came to her for treatment because they heard that Song Lingyue had good medical skills in treating Mrs. Lin could only return disappointed, but more of them hoped that Song Lingyue could quickly pass the examination and obtain the qualification of a doctor, and open the door for consultation in a dignified manner for the benefit of the township.