Su Xuanhe's children, who were making noodles for the first time, obviously had the foundation for the success of the fire, and they were very confident, so they picked up the small bowl of cold water placed by Su Qingluan next to him, and poured the whole bowl of water into it with his backhand.

Su Qingluan looked at the amount of water, and silently took out half a scoop of flour from the black noodle bag and put it aside. At this moment, Su Xuanhe, who was playing happily in the mixture of face and water, did not realize the seriousness of the matter.

Stirring freely in it for a while according to his own temperament, Su Xuanhe felt that something was wrong: he hadn't seen Auntie or Sister or even Daddy kneading dough, although the flour with water seemed to be "gruel" at first, but in his impression, it would not be long before the "gruel" would slowly turn into small lumps, and then knead it with his hands a few times to become a smooth dough.

But Su Xuanhe found that no matter how he kneaded the slimy "dough" in his hand, it was too moist and soft, and it was all over his hands.

He raised his head and looked at Su Qingluan with some confusion: "Sister, what's going on?" Why can't I knead the dough? ”

Su Qingluan smiled condescendingly: "Aren't you very confident?" Don't you need me to teach you? ”

"......" Su Xuanhe tilted his head to the side with a weak heart, and after a while, he squeezed out a sentence from his throat, "You teach me......" The voice was very low, almost comparable to a mosquito call, if it weren't for Su Qingluan's closeness, and there was no other sound around, Su Qingluan wouldn't be able to hear it.

So she deliberately said: "What did you just say, I didn't hear clearly." ”

After a pause, Su Xuanhe raised his voice as if he had finally made up his mind: "Sister, teach me!" Thank you! ”

"Wouldn't it be nice to do this sooner?" Su Qingluan snorted at the top of this kid's hair, "I made your mouth hard just now, and I don't know where you got your confidence." ”

After a pause, she began to teach the know-how of mixing noodles: "Generally speaking, the amount of water in dough can be observed according to the state of the dough - there is no need to memorize the ratio of the back to the water, because the ratio of water to flour will change depending on the season, different types of flour, or if you add something else such as eggs, soybean oil, etc. ”

"What do you think of that?"

"As soon as the flour starts to form flocculent clumps, the amount of water added should be reduced, and you have to be careful every time." Su Qingluan looked at the "mud" on Su Xuanhe's hand and sighed, "You obviously have too much water." ”

"What is a 'flocculent clum'?" Su Xuanhe was a little confused.

"Floccy clumps are ......," Su Qingluan thought for a while, "Have you noticed those catkins and poplar catkins floating all over the streets in spring?" It's about that big little dough. ”

When Su Xuanhe heard this, he thought back to the clumps of poplar catkins and catkins on the ridges of the fields or on the side of the road, and gestured with his hand: "So big? ”

"A little smaller...... Yes, it's about that big. ”

Su Xuanhe looked down at his wet hands, and said a little helplessly: "Then what should I do?" ”

Su Qingluan added about thirty percent of the half scoop that he had used to hold with a scoop to the "mud soup", and made a movement of stirring his wrist, "Knead these flours in it as well-I wanted to use less flour, and it would save you effort to knead the dough, but it seems that this dough is much bigger." ”

Su Xuanhe looked at the movements of Sister A's hand, held down the basin with one hand, and stirred in one direction with the other hand, sure enough, the flour was not so damp.

But the dough is still in a semi-fluid state with a watery and wet surface. Su Qingluan could only ask his younger brother to add a little more flour.

"Yes, you can add it in batches every time, and you can't add it all at once."

"I really want to add more...... Su Xuanhe pursed his lips, a little impatient.

Su Qingluan snorted: "If you add more, won't the dough be dry?" ”

"Then add more water." Su Xuanhe said very naturally.

Su Qingluan snorted coldly: "If there is more water, it is easy to add flour to thin the dough, but if you knead the water into the dough that is too dry, it is not an easy thing." "If it gets wet, the surface of the dough will become very slippery, and the kneading dough will always slip out, which is very difficult to stress.

Although Su Qingluan did not explain it clearly to Su Xuanhe in detail, but Su Xuanhe suffered a loss because he didn't listen to Sister A's advice, and now he has learned to be obedient, although he doesn't know why, but since Sister Ah said so, it must be reasonable, and he obediently decided to withdraw his idea of being a demon.

As the flour was gradually added, Su Qingluan nodded: "These flours are almost enough, and you don't need to add the rest, otherwise you shouldn't be able to knead them." ”

"But...... I can't stir it now......" Su Xuanhe rubbed his somewhat sore shoulder.

"Because the action you did in one direction was mixing water and flour, not really kneading the dough. Wait until the flour and water are well mixed, and then you are not only tired of mixing like this, but also the dough does not become smooth and elastic. After all, Su Qingluan didn't really want to "abuse child labor", pointed to the low stool that was pulled over and said, "If you are tired, rest for a while, and then see how I knead the dough, you learn to knead." ”

Su Xuanhe shook his head: "I'm just a little sore in my arm, not too tired." ”

Su Qingluan nodded, took out a large piece of the dough, and put back about one-third of the remaining dough: "Then you see how hard I use and how I move." ”

Su Xuanhe nodded, and watched Su Qingluan squeeze and knead the dough with the heel of his palm. Children always have a very strong ability to imitate, and after a few glances, Su Xuanhe was eager to try to get started.

But after doing it himself, Su Xuanhe was surprised to find that the action that originally seemed very simple was awkward to do it by himself. The dough feels very obedient in Sister A's hands, let what becomes round become round, and let what becomes flat become flat.

As a result, the same piece of noodles was either torn into two by himself, or pressed into a piece of cake and stuck to the panel, or it was all over his hands.

If it weren't for the fact that he had just seen Sister Ah divide the dough in two, Su Xuanhe would have thought that Su Qingluan had secretly kneaded an "obedient dough" again.

"Sister, why do I always tear the dough? Otherwise, it just sticks to your hands and can't tear it off......" Su Xuanhe complained, still a little aggrieved, "This dough bullies!" ”

Su Qingluan laughed out loud when she was amused by her younger brother's fairy words: "Why did dough bully you?" It's not that your movements and strength are wrong - kneading the dough requires force, but you don't have the ability to exert too much energy, not to mention that your left hand is only to assist the dough and can't run back and forth, and you must not fight with the other hand and use your strength in different directions - otherwise you will definitely tear the dough off. ”

Su Xuanhe was very surprised: "Sister, you are so amazing!" Obviously, you didn't even look at how I kneaded the dough, and your posture and strength are not bad at all! ”

Su Qingluan was tricky on the surface: "You don't look at who your sister is!" But there are lasagna tears in her heart: why is she so skilled, isn't it because she was taught a lesson by her master in her previous life because she made various mistakes in kneading dough?

Hey, it's all tears!