Su Qingluan has also been with Su Guangfu and his wife for a while, and he also knows the temperament of his father. Seeing that the two of them looked at themselves in the same tacit understanding, they understood what they meant.

She didn't shirk the two roast chickens too much—after all, making a barbecue at home is a hassle. So since she crossed over, although she was very hungry for roast chicken, she never had a chance to try.

"How?" She winked at Xi Niangzi, "My idea works pretty well, right?" ”

"It's not bad!" Mrs. Xi was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth, "Little lady, you are the god of wealth of our family!" Saying that, Mrs. Xi wanted to give Su Qingluan a fist to the end.

Su Qingluan was so frightened that she hurriedly jumped to the side - not to mention that on the surface, at least Xi Niangzi can be regarded as an elder according to her age, but only that she herself originally provided Xi Niangzi with an improvement plan for cooking cakes, and it was not to let others give her a big gift!

…… The thank you gift of roast chicken is not counted, it is really a gluttonous attack.

"Mrs. Xi is kind to others, and the business should be prosperous." She said to Xi Niangzi.

Xi Niangzi only realized now that this was the real "thank you" of Su Qingluan and the Su family.

I have to say that such a long-term "thank you" is much more valuable than an ordinary "thank you gift". And it is also a food business, and Mrs. Xi also understands that many masters' dietary recipes will not be easily passed on.

She may be able to slowly realize how to cook better cakes, but how many wrongful roads will she have to take in the middle? What's more, not everyone has the ability to "make food tastier".

Thinking about it like this, it seems that Su Qingluan's few words about improving the cooking cake are very precious.

Xi Niangzi was originally a person with a sassy personality, but she didn't know what to say at this time, and finally just hugged her fists and said: "Don't thank you for your kindness, I have written down the kindness of my mother." ”

"Hey, they're all neighbors, why are you so polite?" Su Qingluan waved his hand, put a stack of wooden bowls on the shelf, and left with his father and mother to clean up the stall.

When he went back, Su Qingluan explained the reason to his father.

But it turned out that Su Qingluan tasted Xi Niangzi's cooking cakes and found that the main reason for the dry taste and not fluffy was that the dough did not rise thoroughly.

But when she asked Mrs. Xi, she was full of embarrassment.

At the end of the day, she's not stupid, and naturally knows where the biggest problem with cooking cakes is.

However, in this era, there was no mass-produced yeast powder like Su Qingluan's previous life, only "old fat", that is, dough that was naturally fermented by temperature to help the new dough ferment.

This fermentation method is not only longer but also very dependent on the ambient temperature.

It's autumn now, and it's getting cooler and cooler in the morning and evening.

And the place where Xi Niangzi lives chose a shady place because of the constraints in her hands, which led to the fact that although the hot summer can be regarded as "cool and relieving the heat", the weather is slightly cooler, and it becomes a "yin frozen person".

Due to various reasons, the dough could not be raised, but in order to make a cooking cake business, I bought a large amount of flour and could not use it, so this dry cooking cake could only be made.

Su Qingluan pondered, instead of insisting on the dough to rise, it is better to simply do the opposite, let the dough that can't be raised retain the tough and chewy taste of "dead noodles", and then let Xi Niangzi brush a layer of cooked soybean oil on the surface - although sesame oil will be more fragrant, but considering the cost performance, soybean oil is obviously a better choice - and then put it directly in the pot to dry.

In this way, the whole "cookcake" is drier and forms a slightly browned shell, so that the aroma of the dough is completely stimulated, forming a more mellow taste, but it has a unique flavor.

After listening to the whole story, Yang and Su Guangfu couldn't help but sigh: "You still have a lot of ideas!" ”

Su Qingluan thought of Xi Niangzi's words, and frowned slightly: "It's autumn now, and the weather will only get colder and colder, does it really matter where Xi Niangzi lives now?" ”

Of course it matters, in fact, just like Su Qingluan was worried about, even if it was just autumn, the place where Xi Niangzi lived was already very cold because there was no sunlight all year round.

In a narrow alley on the outskirts of Lefeng County, there are several inconspicuous low, dilapidated cabins.

The huts were crooked, and the paper windows on the mottled wooden panes were already broken in one way or another. Although the residents here are not in rags, they are also full of patches and various traces of sewing.

Even if the clothes like Mrs. Xi are still neat, in fact, there are a few pieces of lining sewn on the inside, but you can't see it from the outside.

Carrying a burden that even a grown man found laborious, she walked very steadily around the puddle on the ground and the yellow dog leashed to the side, and came to the innermost house.

This house is next to the wall of the alley, and the sun does not shine in half of the day. The long absence of light made the whole cabin smell of mold, but this is the cheapest rent in the whole alley.

Although it is amazing that such a dilapidated wooden house is still rented, but considering that dozens of 100 wen can cover the body with a piece of tiles for a month, it is actually quite popular with some people.

Xi Niangzi lifted the bamboo curtain and walked into the wooden house, and the environment inside was very cramped. The stove room where the fire is lit is shared by everyone in the open air outside, and this room is only used for lodging.

The interior of this small wooden house is very simple, with a cloth curtain between the two beds to form two spaces, one for herself and her husband Yanagi, and the other for ......

"Boss, Yun Niang, I'm back!" Mrs. Xi raised her voice to greet her husband and daughter.

From inside the room, a dark-skinned, thin-skinned girl was greeted with a pair of dark eyes. Seeing that it was Xi Niangzi, she showed a row of snow-white little white teeth: "A-Niang is back!" ”

"Come back, come back! Due to today's good business, the usual hearty smile on Mrs. Xi's face deepened, "How is your father today?" ”

In the shadow of the dark room where there was no sunlight, Han Yong said in a deep voice: "It's just a skin injury, and you can't die." ”

"Daddy!" Liu Yunniang shouted unhappily.

Xi Niangzi also said: "What is dead or alive, it is only serious for you to take care of your injuries!" ”

"I'm lying half-dead in bed, I can only be a waste, dragging you two to suffer with me!" Yanagi slammed his legs hard—as always, he didn't feel anything from his waist, unlike the nimble legs that he used to be able to climb high and low.

Now don't say it's juggling, he can't even sit up like an ordinary person!