Su Xuanhe was like a primary school student waiting for the final grade notice, looking at everyone very worriedly.

He was worried, and everyone else except Su Qingluan was also worried.

After all, Su Xuanhe entered the stove room for the first time, and he was still a seven-year-old child. Although Su Qingluan assured that the whole process was definitely completed under her care, and there was absolutely a basic guarantee of taste and texture, the rest of the Su family remained skeptical.

I can't blame everyone for not trusting Su Xuanhe, it's really a difficult thing to make people believe that the things made are delicious under the two main premises of "seven years old" and "kitchen novice who cooks for the first time".

"Well, you can try the cooking cake alone first, or you can sandwich the braised lamb and onion rings, like this," said Su Qingluan, who picked up five or six slices of mutton from the plate next to him—said five or six slices, but because the mutton slices were as thin as paper, there wasn't much meat in the matter.

She separated the layers between the pancakes, stuffed the slices of meat into them, and stuffed them into the onion rings. Since the braised mutton has a variety of seasonings in it, and the cooking cake itself also has the aroma of salt and peppercorns, there is no need to add any additional seasonings.

She took a bite, and in an instant, the crust of the cake was returned to the pot twice, and the crispy crust made a "click" sound in an instant, and the burnt yellow crumbs fell on Su Qingluan's palm below.

The salty aroma of the braised lamb is mixed with the spicy and sweet taste of the onion, and the crispy aroma of the pasta envelopes the flavor of the mutton sandwich even more. Su Qingluan looked at the circle of people opposite: "Why don't you eat it?" It tastes really good. ”

Hearing this, Su Xuanhe looked down at the cooking cake he was holding in his hand, and with some hesitation, he closed his eyes and sent the cooking cake to his mouth.

Su Qingluan: ...... She looked at her brother's trembling movements and couldn't complain: This cooking cake is made by yourself! Didn't you already smell the scent? Why is it like swallowing poison when you take a bite now?

Although there were many mouths, Su Qingluan still didn't say it, just looked at his brother and tasted it and asked, "How is it?" How does it feel to eat your own handicraft? ”

"It's delicious!" Su Xuanhe chewed a few times, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Daddy, Auntie, and Sanya, you can taste it!" It's the first time I've made cooking cakes so delicious, am I really the reincarnation of the kitchen god......"

Before the words fell, Su Qingluan gently flicked a chestnut from his younger brother: "Who is the person who is crying and chirping and is afraid that he will not be able to do well?" ”

“…… I didn't cry ......"

With the "guarantee" of Su Qingluan and Su Xuanhe, Su Guangfu, Yang, and Su Xueyan, who was the most skeptical, finally carefully opened the "tasting" link.

Needless to say, Su Guangfu and Yang's seven-year-old son, even with the help of Sister A, can make decent cooking cakes and be very proud of them. Even Su Xueyan has to admit that although her brother's cooking cake is still not as flexible and strong as her sister's, it can always be called "delicious".

Su Xuanhe was not convinced: "You little girl just deliberately said that it was not delicious and found fault!" ”

"I didn't find fault!" Su Xueyan was not convinced, "You are not as chewy as Sister A, and you are not as many layers as Sister A!" ”

Su Guangfu and Yang are obviously used to the daily quarrel of this brother and sister because of trivial things, and they don't take it to heart, after all, one is three or four years old, the other is seven or eight years old, and the two ages together are not adult children, how much can they quarrel?

Su Qingluan, who was on the side, was secretly surprised: she had noticed from before that Su Xueyan, a little girl, could notice the difference in taste of many ingredients.

Is this a coincidence, or is it ......

With a plan in his heart, Su Qingluan didn't forget today's haggis soup: "I have washed the sheep intestines and lamb tripe, and you all also try the lamb soup, Daddy and Auntie happened to be busy outside for a day, warming up your body......"

Because the cooking cakes are really delicious, Su Xuanhe's children were fluttering in the left voice of "the reincarnation of the kitchen god" and the right voice of "talented", and they couldn't help but say that after eating, they would devote themselves to the great cause of continuing to make cooking cakes, and it was not even easy for Su Qingluan to stop them.

Of course, the next day was overwork, his arm was so sore that he couldn't lift it, and Su Xuanhe was crying very miserably.

Fortunately, I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky, as Su Qingluan expected, there was a lot of autumn rain the night before, and a thicker layer of ice formed on the ground the next day, so that Su Xuanhe didn't have to go to the school directly, but just rested directly in the bed, saving the two arms from hurting if they touched casually.

However, Su Xuanhe couldn't lie down, although it was very difficult, he also got up. When Su Qingluan asked the reason, it turned out to be because it was a little cold in the bed!

Su Qingluan was incredulous: "Didn't you pour soup woman?" ”

"I feel that today's soup woman is not as warm as before." Su Xuanhe frowned.

"Really?" Su Qingluan raised her eyebrows, "Isn't it the same time to fill the soup woman and put it in the quilt?" ”

"But now it's cold." But even though it had been all night, it was still warm in the morning because the soup was placed under the quilt.

Su Qingluan went to her room to try it, and sure enough, the temperature of Tang Pozi was much lower than before.

This was originally a very inconspicuous trivial matter in life, but it was like triggering some chain reaction, making people realize that "the weather is cold" happened one after another.

First of all, the most intuitive thing is that after the second road ice, unlike the first time when the sun appeared, the broken ice on the road melted almost completely, and the second road ice was basically melted in the afternoon, and both the time and scope of melting were not as rapid and extensive as the first time.

Secondly, whether it is Huaxi Village or Lefeng County, pedestrians on the road are becoming more and more scarce. Later, Su Qingluan went to Hongfu Building again to see what the reputation of Longsu noodles was, but found that the back kitchen also made about one-third of the stove in a state of rest during the peak of customer flow.

When I asked the shopkeeper Liang, the other party said that the weather was getting colder and colder, and everyone wanted to close the door, let alone come to Hongfu Building. And whenever this time comes, Hongfu Building will gradually turn off some stoves to save some unnecessary expenses.

In addition, every household in Huaxi Village is more eager to store winter vegetables, which is more urgent than before.

Su Qingluan breathed a breath of cold air that was already very cold, and even a little unspeakable, and felt more and more clearly the fact that winter was coming, and everyone was actively making all kinds of preparations for this moment, in order to have more hope for themselves to live.