Just as the first cookcake was just out of the pot, Su Guangfu and Yang entered the door one after the other.

As soon as Fang stepped into the courtyard, Yang raised his nose and sniffed: "Big girl, eat cooking cakes today?" "You can't go wrong with this burnt noodle taste.

Su Xuanhe probed out: "Why did Daddy and Auntie come back together today?" Yang was going to take a batch of ready-made cotton gloves to the market and sell them today, while Su Guangfu took over another job of repairing the house and went to work with a few workers early in the morning.

Yang smiled: "It's also a coincidence, I just met at the intersection in front." Then he followed Su Qingluan into the stove room.

Then she saw that it was not her eldest daughter who was making the cakes, but the second son.

"Su Erzhuang? How did you learn to start cooking? Yang looked very surprised, and even deliberately went back and looked up to see if there was any red rain in the sky.

Immediately, she greeted Su Guangfu as if she had discovered some new continent: "Child, father, come and see, who is making cooking cakes today?" ”

Although Su Guangfu was not as exaggerated as Yang's, he was also very surprised.

Su Xuanhe originally counted silently in his heart according to the steps told by Su Qingluan, lest he turn the cooking cake in his hand that finally made the last step into "charcoal", and when he heard the long sigh of Daddy and Auntie behind him, he felt embarrassed and nervous, and his mind was blank and he forgot where he had counted.

"Sister, you let Daddy and Auntie go out, don't disturb me to make cooking cakes!"

Su Qingluan "poofed" for a while: "You have a lot of problems." As she spoke, she glanced at her and asked Daddy and Auntie to come out with her—anyway, her pot of mutton soup had already been turned on low heat, so she took advantage of the spare time to chop the finely chopped mutton and the lamb tripe and sheep intestines given to her to make a pot of haggis soup.

Now that it was necessary to simmer on low heat, Su Qingluan turned around and walked out of the stove room, and told Su Guangfu and Yang that Su Xuanhe had knocked over Xi Niangzi's cake stall when he went home because of early dismissal of class.

"This unlucky boy is really!" Yang stomped his feet, and subconsciously wanted to get the broom that swept the floor, but Su Guangfu and Su Qingluan stopped him left and right.

"You don't have to ignore your temper," Su Guangfu persuaded, "The child is still working inside." ”

"What kind of work, it's not just a show!" Yang Shi was not angry.

Su Qingluan shook his head: "Auntie, you have wronged your younger brother, although I am guarding the pass today, but from the very beginning of kneading the dough to the pancakes, he did it alone." Su Qingluan sighed a little in her tone: To be honest, she didn't expect her younger brother to be able to make cooking cakes honestly.

Moreover, Su Qingluan's own "twenty or thirty cakes" was just a casual remark, and he didn't really plan to let his younger brother make all the cakes by himself.

Even she was ready, from the very beginning Su Xuanhe would play a scoundrel, and finally she did it herself - mainly seeing that the pace of winter was getting closer and closer, although the Su family had prepared a lot of winter vegetables, but the storage capacity of staple food was almost none.

Cookcakes with a firm texture that need to be carefully baked are a good choice for long-term preservation.

I never thought that Su Xuanhe, this little guy, really had a little perseverance, but he didn't cheat and persevered.

"Auntie, my brother's craftsmanship is still good, won't you taste it later?" Su Qingluan said with a smile.

After about half an hour, the mutton soup was ready, and Su Qingluan sprinkled coriander in the soup to enhance the freshness, and now at this time, green leafy vegetables are rare. However, these coriander were Su Qingluan's foresight, and when the temperature was still warm, he moved into a few pots of "potted plants" in the house, so the Su family could still see a little green shadow at this time for the time being.

At this time, there are relatively many vegetables, basically Chinese cabbage, radish, and some pickled vegetables and dried mushrooms stored in winter.

It's just that the Su family still has some carrots and onions, which are fanbang dishes - although some people are not used to the taste of these vegetables, it is always a little strange. Moreover, Fanbang cuisine is also more expensive than the local vegetables of the Shengchao Dynasty, so even if it is more convenient to store in winter, not many people care about it.

But Su Qingluan understands that these vegetables are an important vitamin supplement when there is a lack of food in winter—even if the taste is a little weird for many people.

Su Xuanhe's pancakes didn't have a paste pot, which made Su Qingluan very surprised and surprised. It was Su Xuanhe who leaned on Sister A's back exhausted: "I have to keep counting every time, I don't dare to stop and don't dare to think about anything else, I'm afraid that the paste pot is finished, I'm really tired - but is this cooking cake really layered?" ”

"You'll see for yourself after I'll cut it later?" Su Qingluan said, cutting five disc-like cooking cakes one by one into four pieces in a cross shape to form a ninety-degree fan, Su Xuanhe couldn't wait to take out one of them and uncover it: "Eh? It's really layer by layer! As if he had discovered a new continent, Su Xuanhe was surprised.

And he raised his nose and sniffed: there was a fragrance!

Su Qingluan took his younger brother's movements in his eyes, and unconsciously smiled: "The salt and pepper powder you just touched with soybean oil are the source of this fragrance." ”

Such a pancake has a salt-and-pepper aroma, and even if there are no side dishes, you can eat two or three empty mouths!

Su Xuanhe breathed a sigh of relief: "Sister, this cake looks so delicious!" ”

Su Qingluan smiled: "Well, it looks delicious." ”

Su Xuanhe's eyes looked at Su Qingluan brightly: "This is the cooking cake I made!" ”

Su Qingluan looked at his younger brother's face full of praise and nodded his head: "My brother is really amazing, he can make such delicious cooking cakes!" ”

Su Xuanhe also nodded very stinkily: "I also think I'm great!" ”

Su Qingluan couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Others praised you, are you still cocking your tail?" As he spoke, he turned around and scooped out the mutton soaked in the brown broth.

At this time, the skin of the lamb leg meat was also dyed dark brown because of the braised soup, but Su Qingluan put this piece of lamb leg meat on the board and cut it, and the sliced meat inside was a light gray color that was lighter than the surface color.

Su Qingluan is very good at this knife, and because the braised soup is not in a heated state, by the time Su Qingluan fishes out the mutton, it has already cooled down a lot.

As a result, the meat is now firmer and easier to shape when it is just out of the pan.

Su Qingluan sliced the mutton as thin as paper with each knife, almost transparent, and placed it neatly on the plate in turn.

In a few moments, the whole leg of lamb was spread out on the plate one by one.

"Go, you bring out the haggis soup and serve it, and the pickles, and I'll put the cookcakes back in the pot for a while." Su Qingluan said to his younger brother.

"This pancake is not fully cooked?" Su Xuanhe was a little nervous.

"No, it's just a little cold." Su Qingluan said and brushed a layer of oil in the "iron pan", and returned the cooked cake that had been cut back to the pot to fry it.

After all the meals were served, Su Qingluan first gave Daddy and Auntie and her sister a piece of cooking cake, like a cooking cake salesman, and said, "Let's try it, how does this cooking cake taste?" ”

Su Xuanhe, who was originally sitting on the side as if nothing happened, heard Sister A's words, and nervously and unconsciously stiffened his body.