Su Qingluan was a little surprised: she knew that Su Xuanhe should not sleep so comfortably, but she didn't expect to wake up after sleeping for so long.

"I thought you'd sleep a little longer." Su Qingluan said, handing over a cup of hot water that she had refilled - the previous cup had already turned into ice water.

Su Xueyan was tired of playing for a long time, and she was a little hungry, and now she was sitting obediently next to the stove with a small plate, warming herself by the fire and eating a small snack.

This dim sum is very popular in the town, and it is filled with puff paste, red bean and date paste, and made into a flower.

Of course, this is nothing in Su Qingluan's eyes, but it is better to buy and eat now, frying it with Su Qingluan's "iron pan" can make the skin more crispy, and the filling of red bean and date paste will be softer and sweeter because of heating.

Although my sister can't be hungry, considering that there is still about an hour to go to dinner, Su Qingluan can't let this little girl eat so hard.

So the dim sum, which was originally only the size of a child's palm, divided Su Qingluan into four portions, Su Xueyan could only eat one of them, Su Qingluan ate one by herself, and there were two servings left, so that she was now pushed in front of Su Xuanhe: "If you are hungry, you can be at the bottom, but you will have dinner later, so you can only eat one piece." ”

Su Xuanhe stared at the two pieces of dim sum, eager to stare out of the two holes, but twisted his head to the side fiercely: "I won't eat it, give it to Daddy and Auntie!" ”

Su Qingluan looked at the sky outside, Daddy and Auntie were almost coming back at this time, and couldn't help but quip: "What, don't eat it?" Today's Su Xiaoer is particularly filial. This is mostly ridiculous, but usually in this situation, Su Xuanhe wants to eat a piece of land.

Su Xuanhe muttered for a long time and whispered, "I want to try the cooking cakes I made and eat more." ”

Su Qingluan Yile: "Then keep your stomach and eat more-but the premise is to make it delicious, otherwise it will be difficult to eat." ”

Su Xuanhe's heart moved, and he subconsciously looked at the basin where the dough was buckled before, but found that there was a basin of steaming water on the basin at some point.

Su Xuanhe walked over quickly: "Sister, what is this?" ”

"Oh, you said the basin with hot water?" Su Qingluan didn't raise his head or open his eyes, and carefully skimmed out the floating foam from the mutton in the braised soup, "Give you that basin to heat up." ”

"Why do you want to heat it?" Su Xuanhe cautiously touched the wall of the hot water basin with his hand, but was stopped by his sister who was eating a snack on the side: "Brother, be careful of burning your hands!" ”

It's too late. Su Xuanhe's fingers had already poked into the basin above.

Fortunately, it was only for a moment, and there were no blisters. Su Qingluan looked at his younger brother with an expression that seemed to be a fool: "The water is still steaming, why don't you want to think about it?" I want my sister to remind you! ”

"That'...... Then don't I want to try it......" Su Xuanhe was a little unwilling.

Su Qingluan hurriedly pulled his younger brother's scalded finger over and put it in cold water. Fortunately, the burn itself is not serious, and although the fingers are the places where the nerves are distributed the most, they are also one of the thickest parts of the body surface of the cocoon, so Su Qingluan just let his younger brother soak his hands in cold water for a while, and Su Xuanhe didn't feel pain.

Then he asked with great interest, "Sister, can we continue to make cooking cakes?" ”

Su Qingluan couldn't cry or laugh: I didn't expect Su Xuanhe to enjoy it.

Su Qingluan smiled: "You can't open the basin yet, it will take at least two quarters of an hour, but you can do something else now-go to the shelf over there, those same spice seasoning jars, and go find 'Sichuan pepper'." ”

After all, Su Xuanhe has also been in school for a while, even if the relatively complex word "pepper" may not be recognized, but at least the word "flower" should be recognized-Su Qingluan thought so.

Not only because the word "flower" itself is relatively simple, but also because of this word, Su Qingluan once taught Su Xuanhe before he entered the hall!

Fortunately, although Su Xuanhe is plain and naughty, the literacy that should be possessed by the students is still basically possessed, so Su Xuanhe stumbled and finally found out the peppercorns.

"Take out a small handful of peppercorns and grind them into powder with a mortar—the kind of very fine powder." Su Qingluan continued.

"How much is a tiny handful?" Su Xuanhe didn't know why.

"Pretty much that." Su Qingluan gestured.

Su Xuanhe nodded, and then- grabbed a handful.

Su Qingluan's face was wooden: "Don't you think these are not the same as what I just compared?" ”

Su Xuanhe looked at the large handful of peppercorns in his hand, and thought about it again, very innocent: "I think it's about the same?" ”

Su Qingluan: ...... She's a sister, so you can't beat people!

But Su Xueyan, who had been eating snacks on the side, swallowed the last bite of snacks and said, "Sister Fang obviously said less than this!" As she spoke, Su Xueyan stepped forward and pulled out part of the peppercorns in the palm of her brother and put it in the palm of her hand, "These are almost!" ”

Su Qingluan leaned his head over to take a look: Sure enough, it was my sister who caught this small handful of peppercorns that was more reliable!

After praising his sister a few words, Su Qingluan asked his younger brother to put back the remaining unused peppercorns and began to grind pepper powder.

Su Qingluan looked at his younger brother: "You'd better cover it with your hands while grinding, otherwise you'll choke your nose-"

"Haqiu!" Su Qingluan slandered: Come on, it's one step too late!

Fortunately, Su Xuanhe reacted quickly, and twisted his head to the side at the moment he felt his nose itch, ensuring that the peppercorns in the mortar survived.

So he no longer dared to make a mistake, honestly holding the opening of the mortar with one hand to prevent the powder of the pepper from floating out, grinding the pepper powder with the other hand, and even lifting the hand covering the mortar to observe the state of the pepper.

When he thought he was about the same, Su Xuanhe handed the mortar to Su Qingluan. Su Qingluan looked at it and was very surprised: this peppercorn powder is very delicate, and there are no particles!

Nodding in approval, Su Qingluan looked at the basin: "It's almost now, you open the basin." As she spoke, she took away a basin of hot water from above—after a period of heat escaped, it had become less hot.

Su Xuanhe couldn't wait to lift the basin and poke the dough again.

"Huh?" A surprised expression appeared on Su Xuanhe's face, "This dough has become soft!" And I don't know if it's his delusion, this dough seems to be a little bigger than before, and the surface is a little smoother!

Su Qingluan nodded in affirmation, and asked him to cut off about one-fifth of the dough with a knife.

Since I plan to make a few pancakes as a "test product", I can't cut too many at once.

Su Xuanhe cut a piece of dough and put it in his hand according to what Sister said, and couldn't help kneading it back and forth in his hand: "This dough has become much softer than just now!" And it's very "loose", and it feels very good to hold in your hand!

Su Qingluan nodded: "This process of making the dough soft is called 'relaxation'." She looked at the dough, "Now roll her out into a dough, will you use a rolling pin?" ”

Su Xuanhe patted his chest to ensure that it was okay, but as soon as he got started, he found that it was not so easy - the small rolling pin was thick in the middle and pointed at both ends, a bit like a weaving shuttle that was not so sharp, and Su Xuanhe always rolled the dough into pits.

"Sister, what should I do?" Su Xuanhe asked pitifully.