As soon as Su Qingluan saw the reaction of the shopkeeper Liang, he knew that although the fat uncle didn't say it in the letter, he still had a lot of complaints about his "disappearance" for so long.

Of course, this level is more appropriate than "resentment".

Seeing this, Su Qingluan hurriedly rubbed his hands and stepped forward: "Uncle Liang, it's me, I'm Su Qingluan!" ”

"Hmph, if I don't write to you, you won't be able to remember my Uncle Liang."

"Where?" Su Qingluan accompanied him in a row, and took out the two largest sets of gloves from his arms: "This is my mother's 'flower' to give you this Buddha, although it is not a precious object, it is better to use!" ”

Shopkeeper Liang looked down, but it was two pairs of very thick cotton gloves.

He had also heard of these cotton gloves before, but because he heard about it relatively late, the orders from Yang's side had already been lined up for several days, and the shopkeeper Liang himself was not bad for the warm fabric of one and a half pieces, so he was not too anxious.

However, he didn't expect that the cotton gloves, which were very scarce in Lefeng County, were made by Su Qingluan's mother.

After all, Shopkeeper Liang was not really angry with Su Qingluan, and seeing that she was still carrying a "gift", he snorted: "Even if you still have a conscience, you know not to come empty-handed." Then she put on her gloves and tried it out.

After all, Su Qingluan also had a certain friendship with Shopkeeper Liang. Although he has not measured it with a ruler, he still has a considerable degree of understanding of his body shape.

Therefore, Su Qingluan chose the two largest models of gloves - because although the length of the fingers of the shopkeeper Liang is not the longest, the palm is thick, so the largest model of gloves is just right for him.

"Look, isn't that just right?" Su Qingluan smiled, "You said that if I don't think about Uncle Liang in my heart, can you just choose a pair of gloves?" ”

Thousands of clothes don't wear sycophants, Su Qingluan decided to have no brains to output sycophants, so that the fried uncle in front of him could smooth his hair as soon as possible.

Liang Youdao was obviously very interested in Su Qingluan's selection of gloves that were suitable for the size, and he didn't hum her with his nose in a weird way, and he became smiling again.

"Okay, okay," Liang Youdao patted Su Qingluan's shoulder, "Come and see the crab roe." ”

Although Su Qingluan also wanted to eat crab roe, he thought of the things he had conceived in his mind before, so he said to Liang Youdao: "Uncle Liang, let's go to the back kitchen first, and I'll reconcile the noodles first." ”

Liang Youdao smiled and asked, "What, what new ghost ideas have you come up with?" ”

Su Qingluan smiled: "It's not a new idea, it's better to improve the appearance of the existing food in the store." Saying that, Su Qingluan winked playfully at Shopkeeper Liang.

Although Liang Youdao looked very good at talking with a smile all day long, after all, he had been in business for many years, and as soon as Su Qingluan said this, he understood the unfinished meaning.

Like many current commodities that will increase in price or reduce weight in disguised form once the packaging is changed, Su Qingluan's proposal is obviously intended to "increase prices".

So he was a little curious: "I don't know what ingredients Qingluan wants to 'improve'?" ”

Su Qingluan said with a smile: "I'll sell it first, I can only say that it is related to pasta." ”

"Okay, I'd like to see what you little ghost can do." Shopkeeper Liang also smiled and followed Su Qingluan to the back kitchen.

It's noon, and the kitchen is busy, with only one or two stoves left unused – of course, there aren't many times when the kitchen is "on full fire", and only when the annual special season is at its peak will all the hearths be turned on.

Everyone was busy, including Xu Yuanwei, who seemed to be more angry than usual, and just hurriedly said hello to Su Qingluan and went away.

Su Qingluan was not in a hurry, and took care of himself and cleaned his hands and began to make faces.

Although Su Qingluan didn't make much movement, the little chef who was closer still noticed that Su Qingluan and noodles were unusual from others.

"Mrs. Su, why do you add so much salt to the noodles?" The little cook next to him happened to see Su Qingluan adding salt, and there was a lot of it, so he asked curiously.

"Because it makes the noodles ...... Soup cakes are more malleable. The noodles of this era are still called "soup cakes", which makes Su Qingluan a little unaccustomed.

After all, purely in terms of appearance, it's more vivid than "soup cake" or "noodles", isn't it?

Su Qingluan's position is in a corner of the kitchen, and the stove below is not fired, so it is relatively "deserted", which is very convenient for her to operate.

Soon, the dough was reconciled, and Su Qingluan put it upside down in a big basin and looked at Liang Youdao: "Uncle Liang, we may not have seen each other for a long time, how is my aunt's health, I heard that she ......"

The two of them walked towards the second floor while pulling the homely routine.

The time for casual chatting passed quickly, and the shopkeeper Liang himself was very talkative, even more so. Su Qingluan just felt that he had a casual chat, and slipped away like this for half an hour. It was still before that Su Qingluan asked the little maid to help remind her of the time, otherwise she wouldn't know that the dough was too loose.

It is probably that many stoves in the back kitchen of Hongfu Building have started work together, and there are more than ten or twenty people in the back kitchen, which makes the temperature of the whole space much higher than that of ordinary stoves, so the dough is loose than Su Qingluan thought at first.

Originally, the dough was divided into small portions, rolled into dough, and then brushed with oil, and then needed to relax for a while, but now it is not needed.

So Su Qingluan began to stretch noodles in the corner of the stove room.

At first, her movements were relatively small, and the bread in her hand seemed to be unremarkable, so she didn't attract much attention.

However, as Su Qingluan's arms shook more and more, the dough cake was pulled more and more slender by inertia, and finally made a loud "pop" sound on the board, like a whip twitching, which finally attracted the attention of several people nearby.

At first, no one knew what Su Qingluan was doing.

And it's no wonder. In this era, although there were noodles such as "soup cakes" and "cold tao", which were commonly called noodles by modern people, they were basically ground into fine flour from various grains, kneaded into dough, rolled into dough, and then cut into thin noodles.

And like Su Qingluan, who directly pulled the dough thin, it was the first time everyone saw it.

Especially every time he pulls, Su Qingluan will make the long noodle "stick" make a loud and crisp sound on the board, which sounds very exciting!

So although everyone was busy and couldn't leave, the afterglow kept drifting towards Su Qingluan.

And Xu Yuanwei gradually replaced the stove next to Su Qingluan. In this way, although he is still busy stir-frying, he can not delay watching Su Qingluan stretching noodles with his spare eyes.

Su Qingluan didn't hide it - it was better to say that she just wanted everyone to learn even this "exaggerated and eye-catching" dough posture.

After all, in this era when dough making is still a "new thing", the process of making "dough" itself is an eye-catching performance for many people - the best evidence is that the surrounding cooks can't help but peek.