Looking at the flour that seemed to be piled up into a small mountain, Su Xuanhe swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

However, he has one of the biggest advantages of this child, that is: as long as he says it, even if it is difficult to complete, he will not cheat.

So even if he didn't have any bottom in his heart, Su Xuanhe gritted his teeth, pretended to be indifferent and snorted: "Isn't it just noodles?" I know how to do it, just add water to the dough and stir it well. ”

Su Qingluan sneered: "What you said is quite simple, but these three noodles have to be stirred before you add water and stir them evenly, otherwise you will regret it." ”

Although Su Xuanhe is only seven years old, he is indeed a ghost elf, and he also knows very well that his sister's cooking skills are actually very high.

So although he was not convinced, he still did what Su Qingluan said very honestly, which can be described as a model of "integrity in the mouth".

The flour without water is still very loose, and it is very labor-saving to stir. In addition, Su Xuanhe has such a handful of energy in his hands, so this kid was very jubilant at first.

Su Qingluan had almost mixed the flour, and the rest of the flour could be kneaded to make the three flours stir evenly, so he said: "The water added needs warm water, so you have to go to the fire and cook a pot of water yourself." ”

"Can't you use cold water?" Su Xuanhe was lucky.

"No." Su Qingluan ruthlessly broke his brother's illusions, so Su Xuanhe rubbed his arm, which was already a little sore, squatted next to the stove and began to light the fire.

Although Su Qingluan has not done as well as the Yang family in lighting the stove so far, it has been half a year, and this "craft" is becoming more and more proficient, at least it is more than enough to teach Su Xuanhe the key know-how.

"You first break up the dead leaves and the stalks and make them fluffy." Su Qingluan pulled over a small low stool, sat next to him and watched his younger brother with a smile, and resolutely only moved his mouth without interfering or urging, "Yes, that's it, then light the fire fold, rub the fire sickle hard, and light the fire fold." ”

The fire sickle is quite a thing that can shoot sparks, and there are flammable saltpeters and some other flammable components on the fire fold, which can catch fire with a light touch, and can continue to burn for a long time, in short, it is a bit like the match that Su Qingluan came into contact with in his previous life.

Su Xuanhe was a little frightened when he lit the scythe for the first time, but after all, children are curious and have a desire to explore, so they began to be eager to try it the second time.

At this time, Su Xueyan, who had been writing big characters, trotted over with a piece of "Da Da Da Da": "Sister, I'm done...... Brother, what are you doing? ”

"Fire sickle, look! You can shoot a flame in one fell swoop! Su Xuanhe said, as if he had discovered a new continent, he "snapped" the fire sickle and sparked the fire fold.

"Wow!" The little girl forgot the big words in her hand, and then threw them aside and clapped her hands, "Brother again!" ”

"What again?" Su Qingluan couldn't cry or laugh, "Do you think it's a trick?" ”

As she spoke, she beckoned to her sister: "Come here, pick up the words on your ground and I'll see how it is written?" ”

Su Xuanhe also turned his face to look at it when he heard this, Su Qingluan shook the paper in his hand and handed it to Su Xuanhe: "It's not that I want to make fun of you, look at the word snow goose, now they have a pen!" ”

Su Xuanhe is going to the school now, and Master Zhou will also teach them how to learn characters. Although Su Xuanhe's font is not as good as that of his brothers, he can tell the quality of one or two points of the font after reading more.

He had to admit that although his sister was less than four years old, her font was indeed neater than his own.

"That'...... Then I should study the words more carefully......" Su Xuanhe was a little weak-after all, he lost to a three-year-old child, and he was a girl he had always looked down on, Su Xuanhe was a little embarrassed.

"Sister, I'm done writing it all today!" Su Xueyan jumped into Su Qingluan's arms, and the latter firmly caught the little girl and hugged her on her knees, "Sister, can I play with that fire sickle?" ”

Not to mention Su Qingluan, even Su Xuanhe occasionally teased his sister, and he also knew that this kind of thing that could produce open flames was too dangerous for a three-year-old child.

Without waiting for Su Qingluan to say, he took two steps back and distanced himself from his sister, and said with a tiger face: "How old are you?" Such a dangerous thing, to say the least, it will take a few years for you to touch it! ”

Su Qingluan watched with interest: Don't say, if you don't play tricks and don't tease your sister, Su Xuanhe, who is serious, really has a little bit of brotherly momentum!

It's a pity that the next moment I don't know why the fire break is not very stable, and suddenly the "pull" suddenly jumped up, Su Xuanhe was so frightened that he "snorted", and the fire fold was thrown far away, fell to the ground and went out.

Su Qingluan speculated that it was probably because this fire fold was a bargain among similar products, and the burning flame was naturally not so stable. She encountered it a few times when she used it, and she was a little scared the first two or three times, but then she got used to it and calmed down.

However, for Su Xuanhe's children who use it for the first time, this scene is still too "scary".

Su Qingluan put down her sister with tears and laughter, and picked up the fire fold: "What did you do when you threw it, it won't grow teeth to bite you." ”

The little girl also scratched her face with her fingers: "Brother shame! Shame on you! ”

"Y-Aren't you scared to suddenly see such a big flame?" Su Xuanhe was a little annoyed, and when he looked closely, his originally black face was a little red, so it showed a purple color.

Su Qingluan sneered: "This kind of flame suddenly bursts out often, you can get used to it when you use this fire fold often!" Okay, go ahead with your work, it's been two quarters of an hour now, right? Your fire hasn't risen yet. ”

"Why is Brother making a fire?" Su Xueyan was puzzled.

Su Qingluan chuckled: "Your brother is responsible for the dry food tonight, and we will eat cakes tonight." ”

Su Xueyan looked suspicious, obviously showing great distrust of the two things "brother" and "cooking" together.

Su Qingluan actually knew that it was a bit difficult to make Su Xuanhe "not overturn" when he entered the stove room for the first time, so he gave up the relatively difficult dough cake and chose the dead dough cake with relatively low difficulty.

Although the dead dough cake is not as fluffy as the dough, there is no need to care about the proportion time and temperature required for fermentation in any old flour or other ways - after all, these are still a little too difficult for Su Xuanhe.

However—Su Qingluan peeked at Su Xuanhe, who was slowly lighting the firewood for the third time—even though she told her brother that the step of burning firewood was to ignite the fine flammable materials first, and then slowly ignite the thicker firewood, but this step also took a lot of effort for this leather boy.

Su Xuanhe, who was originally giggling, was already drenched with beads of sweat on his forehead, and his original expression of giggling at his sister was also much more restrained, and he pursed his lips seriously.

Even Su Xueyan, who originally muttered about Su Xuanhe's "why is it so slow", was gradually infected by this atmosphere, squatting aside and clenching her little fists, secretly holding her breath.

Su Qingluan sighed lightly: This is just the beginning.