After learning to make zongzi for a while, the two little beans found that in fact, this seemingly simple thing is still a little difficult. Especially for the younger Su Xueyan, the grip strength of her hands and the length of her fingers limit the degree of her grasp, and it is easier to loosen the zongzi.

And although Su Xuanhe's grip strength is enough, he has not mastered the knack of wrapping zongzi, even if the zongzi is wrapped decently at the beginning, but it will slowly leak out of the white glutinous rice inside, in fact, there is no nest out of the "folded corner".

After breaking three and four zongzi leaves respectively, although Su Qingluan didn't say anything, the Yang family, who has always been diligent and thrifty, couldn't stand it anymore, and drove the two little guys outside the stove room: "Although zongye is not such a precious thing, I can't help you from playing with toys!" ”

Su Qingluan smiled, and put the dumpling leaf that was "ravaged" by his younger brother and sister close to the outside, "This is just two cracks, in fact, it can be used, but it needs to cooperate with a better complete dumpling leaf." ”

Yang put the chopped wild vegetables into the porridge and stirred it, turned around and smiled: "Before, your girl also said that you should develop good habits for your younger brothers and sisters, and you can't spoil them too much. ”

As long as Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan want to do something, Su Qingluan will take them to do it himself when he is free, and he has to find a way if he is not free, and like today, when the two children make trouble in the stove room, Su Qingluan will hardly be angry.

Su Qingluan smiled and shook his head: "When they are so old, they are at the age when they want to do everything, since our family has such conditions, we are not afraid of damaging such a little dumpling leaf, and there is no harm in letting them learn to do it." ”

When the family used to make bread dumplings or steamed buns, if these two little guys looked curious and wanted to do it, Su Qingluan would also make two pieces of dough for them and teach them how to roll the dough, how to make dumplings, and make buns.

Of course, the results of these two little guys must be all kinds of "imaginative art", Su Qingluan simply put the "artworks" of the two of them on a separate layer, and after steaming out, whether the dough collapsed or the stuffing flowed out, they were all eaten by themselves.

Originally, the Yang family wanted to receive these "defective products" by themselves, but in Su Qingluan's opinion, the things they made, even if they were not so good-looking, tasted fragrant.

What's more, the noodles and the stuffing are all made by Su Qingluan, with these two steps to lay the foundation, no matter how strange the steamed dumplings of the younger brother and sister are, but one thing is for sure - the taste will not be outrageously bad.

Sure enough, when the two little guys saw their "finished product", they didn't dislike it at all, and even ate more than when Yang or Su Qingluan usually made it.

But in the final analysis, the dough of dumplings or buns is malleable, and even if it is "exposed", it can be repaired casually. But the dumpling leaves are completely different, there is no elasticity and ductility, not to mention, the whole dumpling leaves will crack if you don't get it right, relatively speaking, it is much more difficult than making buns and dumplings, so the two little guys always fail.

One or two failures can still cover up the past with interest, and in the long run, the "interest" of the two little guys is almost worn out. So as soon as the Yang family drove them away, they went out obediently, without much nostalgia.

Su Qingluan shook his head with a smile, and continued the work in his hand, and soon, thirty zongzi that could fill a whole pot were finished.

These thirty are just sweet zongzi, and Su Qingluan will wrap salty zongzi next. Considering that the taste of ordinary vegetarian zongzi in Huaxi Village is sweet, and in the past, they were all dipped in white sugar or empty without anything, and only put a jujube in the glutinous rice, so Su Qingluan's salty zongzi was prepared relatively little.

Even if she is a salty party, she also understands that the inertia of the taste of food can still play a decisive role in a short period of time, and this year can be regarded as a year to try "salty zongzi", but she must not do too much.

After all, this new taste, no matter what, will take a certain amount of time to accept. What's more, salted egg yolk and salted meat are added to salted rice dumplings, which are relatively perishable, so it is even more important to eat them as soon as possible in this era when there are no insurance measures.

Therefore, Su Qingluan was very cautious, there were only less than twenty egg yolk and salted meat zongzi, and the number of zongzi sent by each family was strictly calculated.

After wrapping the two pots of zongzi, Yang beckoned her to finish eating.

"A-Niang, I'll cook all these dumplings and go to dinner!" Su Qingluan neatly stacked the zongzi in two large pots that are usually used to cook soup, and carefully placed them on the stove - the fire in the stove had not been extinguished, and it was Su Qingluan who deliberately asked Yang not to extinguish the fire.

When Yang heard Su Qingluan's voice, he set up the dishes and chopsticks, and walked to the stove room: "Eh, what if your zongzi is a little earlier and a little later?" Anyway, it will only take an hour or two to ......" Seeing the movement in the stove room, Yang was stunned, "What are you putting in the pot?" Stone? ”

Yang Shi walked over curiously and looked at it: "Eh, isn't this the cylinder stone when I pickled sauerkraut in winter?" Yang couldn't help but lean over and smell it.

Su Qingluan smiled: "Auntie, don't worry, I've washed it many times, and there won't be any weird smell." "These cylinder stones were moved by Su Qingluan at the request of Su Guangfu, not only the shape is regular and flat, but the surface is very smooth, which is the kind of smoothness that has been washed by the perennial river.

There is no fine sand or sharp edges and corners on the surface of such a stone, whether it is used as a cylinder stone or a stone pressed on top of the rice dumplings now, it is very good, and Su Qingluan spent a long time in order to find a stone that meets his heart.

"I see you've used this stone before, and it's said that cooking things will be softer." Yang thought of the cold belly shreds before, which was indeed strong in taste, but it did not have the usual feeling that half of his teeth would be wasted after eating a bite.

Su Qingluan nodded and smiled: "That's it, if you want the zongzi to taste soft and glutinous, you still have to spend some effort." After thinking about it, she said again, "By the way, Auntie, Daddy will go to my brother's house tonight, and you will take your sister to sleep with me, right?" ”

"Why do you want to move a room?" Yang didn't know why, "And we went to your place, where do you sleep, you can't make a bunk, right?" ”

"I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep today, and I'll have to watch this stove all night today."

Su Qingluan carefully filled the pot with clean water until the water surface was past the stones, and then closed the lid. The other pot was also concocted in the same way, and then Su Qingluan added some firewood to the two stoves respectively, and then patted the pot ashes on his hand: "Auntie, let's eat!" ”