There are two kinds of rolling pins in the Su family, one is the one that Su Xuanhe uses now, which is slightly wider in the middle and thinner at both ends, and is usually used to roll dumpling skins and the like; The other kind of rolling pin is a large rolling pin that is almost the same height as Su Xuanhe, which is a prop that can only be used by ordinary Yang or Su Qingluan to make hand-rolled noodles.

Su Qingluan looked at his brother's dough cake and pointed to the posture on his hand: "Don't push too hard when you roll the dough cake, you should use the rolling pin while turning in a circle, and the left and right hands should cooperate - the other hand that catches the dough is not idle, nor can it be pulled stiffly, so that the natural dough will not be shapeless and uneven in thickness." ”

Saying that, Su Qing made a demonstration, and the dough that was originally going to be pulled into "skirt lace" by Su Xuanhe not only became thick and even, but also gradually showed a shape that was more and more similar to a pure circle.

"That's pretty much it." Su Qingluan showed the side of the dough cake to his younger brother, "The thickness is about the thickness of your thumb." ”

Su Xuanhe watched Sister Ah roll out the dough cake, but muttered proudly in her heart: Sister help me roll one, I will roll one less, I am really smart!

Thinking like this, Su Xuanhe's somewhat dark little face gradually couldn't hold back, and a somewhat cunning prank smile appeared.

However, before the smile could fully bloom, Su Qingluan kneaded the rolled dough three times and twice into the appearance of the first dough - of course, it was more round and smooth than the dough kneaded by Su Xuanhe.

"Huh! Sister, how did you knead the dough back? Su Xuanhe's smile that hadn't had time to fully bloom was like a balloon that had been punctured by a needle, and it burst all of a sudden. The original sly smile turned into a bitter gourd face, "Isn't it possible to use a good dough again?" ”

Su Qingluan glanced at his younger brother: "Could it be that you were thinking about picking up ready-made dough just now?" That expression is exactly the same as every time he succeeds in a prank, or steals a piece of candy, Su Qingluan has watched it so many times, as soon as Su Xuanhe puts on such an expression, she knows what the hell this kid is doing!

Su Xuanhe saw that "peach picking" was hopeless, hung his shoulders in frustration, and continued to roll the dough again. This time, he followed the skills Su Qingluan said, but he always felt that his left hand and right hand had their own ideas, and each hand worked on its own, and it was always impossible to coordinate.

Su Qingluan smiled: "It's okay, you can slow down a little, slow down, turn the skin, and then roll it with a rolling pin." ”

"But Sister, you seem to be doing two actions at the same time." Su Xuanhe recalled Su Qingluan's movements, and felt completely different from his half-bodyless appearance.

"That's because I'm very skilled, so it looks like they're connected, but in fact, I rolled them out with a twist."

Su Xuanhe nodded, turned around according to the "decomposition action", and rolled it, although this action is a little slow, but at least because it is not tough to pull the dough, it will not make the dough pitted, and it will be unevenly pulled, like a rolled skirt.

Every time Su Xuanhe rolls a dough dough, he will see if the thickness of the pie crust meets the "requirements". Su Qingluan said patiently beside him: Don't use too much force in order to roll it too thin all at once, otherwise one is very tired and tired, and the other is easy to exert uneven force and become uneven thickness. ”

In fact, strictly speaking, what is made now is the raw embryo of the cooking cake, and it is not necessary to roll the dough so accurately every time. But rolling dough is a job that makes perfect, and if you develop any wrong posture and habits, it is difficult to change once inertia is formed.

Su Qingluan thought that instead of spending more effort to correct his posture later, it would be better for Su Xuanhe to lay a solid foundation of "the correct posture of rolling dough" now.

That's right, Su Qingluan has decided to take this opportunity to let his younger brother simply learn to cook, at least to the point where he can not starve to death - and the same will be true for his sister in the future.

No matter what the family background is, the younger brother and sister must have the most basic survival ability, after all, no one can guarantee that the prosperity will always be peaceful in this era, and it is better to know a little basic survival skill than nothing.

After Su Xuanhe's first dough was rolled, Su Qingluan asked Su Xuanhe to spread salt and freshly made pepper on one side of the dough.

"Just sprinkle it like that? So much? At first, Su Xuanhe had no idea about the amount of seasoning, and every time he put in a little bit of salt or pepper, he trembled, and those who didn't know thought that this was not putting seasoning, but poisoning.

However, Su Qingluan also understood the reason for his brother's cautious mentality, so he only smiled: "A little more, just do this." ”

"But these seasonings are scattered unevenly...... Su Xuanhe was a little unhappy - those salts were fine, mixed with the flour on the dough, and they couldn't be seen, and they could finally fall into a "out of sight"; However, when the pepper is placed on top of the pie crust, it is like snow-white rice paper dripping ink on it, or it is of different shades, which makes people particularly concerned.

"It's okay, we'll have a way to make them even out later." Su Qingluan began to instruct his younger brother again: "Go and bring the oil jar that usually eats oil." ”

"Sister, do you want sesame oil or soybean oil?" Su Xuanhe pointed to the two oil cans converted from wine jars that were sitting side by side.

Su Qingluan asked rhetorically: "Which one do you like?" ”

Su Xuanhe thought for a while: "Although the sesame oil is very fragrant, I prefer soybean oil, which has a lighter taste." ”

Su Qingluan said with a smile: "Then choose soybean oil, the chef can have the right of priority, if the members of the family can accept both tastes, you can choose the one you like." ”

After Su Xuanhe brought the oil jar, Su Qingluan asked him to brush the side of the pie crust with a brush with a layer of oil: "Don't be afraid of uneven brushing, just wipe the uneven parts with the pie crust later." Su Qingluan said when he thought of the inexplicable "obsessive-compulsive disorder" when he was learning to cook when he was a child.

"But won't the brush get salt and peppercorns on it?" Su Xuanhe turned his head and asked.

"You just brush the oil off where it hasn't been brushed, and it doesn't matter if there's a little seasoning in the soybean oil." Anyway, there is a high probability that seasonings will be added when stir-frying with oil, and the taste can be masked.

After brushing the oil, he spread the crust evenly so that the soybean oil and seasonings were scattered in various places on the surface of the crust, and Su Qingluan asked his younger brother to roll the crust up like a wrap.

"Roll slowly, as neatly as possible – it's okay if the oil leaks out, we'll make it into dough later."

"What is a flour mixture?"

"It's the cake base, not the final cookcake."

"But I feel that Mrs. Xi's cooking cakes are much thinner than this."

Su Qingluanxin said of course I know, the cooking cakes of Xi Niangzi's house are still improved by her. But that kind of cooking cake needs to be dry and cool outside, and most importantly, it needs to be fried in thin oil. It is not only a test of cooking skills, but also a test of patience, which is really difficult for Su Xuanhe, a kitchen novice.

Naturally, she wouldn't say this to hit her brother, so she said: "Each family's cooking cake method is different, and Xi Niangzi's recipe is a secret, we can't inquire, we can only teach you the home-style version." ”