Su Xuanhe kneaded the dough from one side to the other side as his sister said, as if he was rubbing clothes, and what came out was not dough at all, but like a crooked "big fat bug".

Su Qingluan looked at it but nodded: "After kneading it a few more times, fold the two ends in half and knead it again until there is no 'pattern' of different colors and shades on it, indicating that the dough is almost kneaded." "Because soybean flour and black flour are added in addition to flour, as long as the surface color is not uniform, it means that the flour is not kneaded very evenly.

After listening to Su Qingluan's explanation, Su Xuanhe nodded, and began to "knead" the dough again. And Su Qingluan also turned around and began to work on the affairs in her hands - after all, it was almost time to cook dinner. Even if there is still an hour, but today she wants to make lo-mei, she will have to have some more time.

The leg of mutton that had just been deboned, Su Qingluan gently cut two lines against the texture of the muscles, so that the seasoning could better enter it, so that the leg of mutton in the middle would not have no taste.

Then she cut some ginger slices and green onions, endured the feeling of being spicy, put them into a bowl along with the leg of mutton, and rubbed them vigorously with Huadiao wine.

The friction allows the flavors of green onion and ginger to penetrate more quickly and fill the surface of the lamb shank.

Seeing that the taste of green onion and ginger was almost kneaded, and the originally neat and stiff green onions had been kneaded into a ball of wilting side vegetable leaves, Su Qingluan wiped the taste on the surface of the lamb leg again, and turned around and began to prepare the spice packets of the braised soup.

On the other side, Su Xuanhe finally kneaded the original "bells and whistles" dough into a very uniform surface color...... Well, a long, crooked "meat bug".

Although the appearance is not very good-looking, with potholes, the surface of the dough is no longer the kind of bells and whistles like the texture of the formation, and the color is relatively uniform, even better than Su Qingluan's expectation.

However, Su Xuanhe, this kid is obviously tired, and as soon as he learned that the dough was kneaded, he sat on the low stool pulled by his sister before and sighed: "I just kneaded the dough, and I felt that both arms were going to be broken, and Mrs. Xi actually wanted to make so many cooking cakes, didn't she rest all night?" ”

Su Qingluan's heart moved, and he took advantage of the victory to pursue: "Now you know how big a mistake it is to knock over so many other people's cooking cakes, right?" ”

If Su Xuanhe could only understand from the "intellectual level" that it was wrong for him to knock over other people's things, then now, after experiencing how hard it is to make cooking cakes, Su Xuanhe has a different experience of "knocking over Xi Niangzi's cooking cakes".

It's like a distant thing, he has personally experienced it, so the joys, sorrows and sorrows in it will be more distinct.

If he reads for a while and understands more truths, he will know that this feeling is called "empathy".

Su Xuanhe lowered his head and whispered, "Mrs. Xi worked so hard, but I knocked over her cookcake because I was playing with my classmates...... I'll be careful next time and don't mess around on the road. ”

Su Qingluan smiled and nodded: "It's good to realize your mistakes, but this cookcake still can't be abandoned halfway." ”

Su Xuanhe nodded: "I know, I also want to try the cooking cakes I made!" Su Xuanhe smiled and showed a mouthful of open teeth - he had recently lost another tooth.

In fact, after all, he has worked hard for so long, and Su Xuanhe also wants to try his craft.

Su Qingluan completely saw the little bit of excitement in his younger brother's eyes, and found another big basin to coil up the "meat worm" on the panel and put it in its entirety: "Very ambitious, but just like I said just now, you can take a break, at least for half an hour." ”

Su Xuanhe circled around the upside-down basin: "Sister, what are you doing?" ”

"It's a little bit of a face...... Well, relax for a moment. In the end, Su Qingluan explained in a modern and more accustomed way.

"What does that mean?" Su Xuanhe blinked and was very puzzled.

Su Qingluan thought about it, but couldn't think of any very precise and easy-to-understand explanation for a child, so he decided to let him feel it intuitively: "You press the dough with your hand." ”

"Do you press hard?" Su Xuanhe cautiously verified.

"You don't have to push too hard, but remember how much force it is, and we'll have a comparison later." As he spoke, Su Qingluan lifted the basin covered with the dough.

Su Xuanhe pressed a pit on the dough with his fingers with some confusion, and described it with some uncertainty: "It's a little hard, but it's still a little soft." ”

This kind of very contradictory adjective, Su Qingluan grasped the meaning that his younger brother wanted to express, and nodded: "Remember this feeling, go take a rest now, drink some water and eat something or something, and when the time comes, I will greet you." ”

"Sister is making leg of mutton?" Su Xuanhe looked at Su Qingluan's side.

Su Qingluan smiled and showed Su Xuanhe the lamb leg meat that had begun to be pickled: "Oh, tonight, use the cooking cakes you made to make braised mutton sandwich cakes, and let Daddy and Auntie taste your craftsmanship?" ”

When Su Xuanhe heard this, he immediately straightened his small chest: "Well, I will definitely do it well!" ”

Then he stopped cooking.

After all, he is only a seven-year-old child, and after tossing for so long, even if Su Xuanhe belongs to the category of "energetic skin monkey", he is now a little physically exhausted.

When Su Qingluan said that he could rest for a while and wait for a greeting to continue working, he didn't even have the heart to joke with his sister, so he turned around and went to his room, and fell asleep before he had time to change his clothes.

After Su Qingluan finished preparing the spices, he was worried that his younger brother had not drunk water and his mouth would be dry, so he turned around and poured some water for him, and after a while, Su Xuanhe fell asleep, and even began to snort happily.

Su Qingluan put the water cup aside with a smile, took off her brother's coat and shoes, and covered him with a quilt - although Su Qingluan felt that this posture of "sleeping with clothes" was very uncomfortable, but she couldn't bear to wake up her brother like this.

Forget it, let him rest for a while.

Sure enough, just as Su Qingluan expected, it was not very comfortable to sleep in layers of clothes that were not wide.

What's more, at this time, Su Qingluan had just lit the stove that needed to cook the braised soup, and the kang connected to the other side had not received the heat of the stove at all, and the entire quilt was cold.

And even if there is a fire kang at night, Su Xuanhe and Su Qingluan do not sleep in the main house, and the heat of the connected fire kang is relatively much reduced.

Therefore, before going to sleep, in order to prevent the temperature from being too low at night, the two siblings were exposed to the cold and the wind chill, and the Yang family poured soup for the two children respectively.

With the hot quilt of the soup woman, change into a wide middle coat, and sleep in it to warm up.

However, now the quilt is cold, even if it is warmed by the body, it is not as warm and dry as Tang Pozi.

In addition, the underwear was not the style of the wide shirt with large sleeves when sleeping, which was very restrictive, and Su Xuanhe only slept for about two quarters of an hour before he woke up from the nightmare of being entangled in wet and cold "water monsters".