Su Qingluan had at least spent some time with Su Guangfu and his wife, and was familiar with her parents' personalities. Seeing them both looking at her with the same understanding, she understood what they meant.

She didn't refuse to have the two roast chickens—after all, baking in a home oven was a very troublesome task. So, even though she had been craving roast chicken since she traveled through time, she had never had the chance to try it.

"How is it?" She winked at Madam Xi. "My idea worked pretty well, didn't it?"

"It's more than good!" Madam Xi was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. "My dear lady, you are the god of wealth of our family!" As she said that, Madam Xi wanted to clasp her fists and bow to Su Qingluan.

Su Qingluan was so frightened that she quickly jumped aside - not to mention that on the surface, at least Madam Xi was her elder in terms of age, just for herself, she originally provided Madam Xi with the improved plan for pancakes, not to expect her to do her a gift!

...The roast chicken doesn't count as a thank you gift, I just felt really craving it.

"Madam Xi is kind to others, so your business should be prosperous." She said this to Madam Xi.

Mrs. Xi now understood that this was the real "thank you gift" from Su Qingluan and the Su family.

It must be said that such a "thank you" that has benefited her for a long time is much more valuable than an ordinary "thank you gift". Moreover, as a fellow food merchant, Madam Xi also understands that many chefs' recipes are not easily passed on to others.

She might be able to slowly figure out how to make pancakes more delicious, but how many wrong paths would she have to take? Moreover, not everyone has the ability to "make food more delicious."

Thinking about it this way, Su Qingluan's words about improving the pancakes seem even more precious.

Madam Xi, who was originally a person of bold character, was at a loss for words at this moment. In the end, she just clasped her fists and said, "I cannot express my gratitude enough. I will remember your kindness."

"Well, we are all neighbors, why should we be so polite?" Su Qingluan waved her hand, put a pile of wooden bowls on the shelf, packed up the stall with her parents and left.

When she returned, Su Qingluan explained the reason to her parents.

It turned out that when Su Qingluan tasted Xi Niangzi's pancakes, she found that the main reason why they were dry and not fluffy was that the dough was not fully proofed.

But when asked about Madam Xi, she looked embarrassed.

After all, she was not stupid and naturally knew what the biggest problem with the pancakes was.

However, in this era, there was no mass-produced yeast powder like in Su Qingluan's previous life. There was only "old fertilizer", which was dough that was naturally fermented by temperature, to help the new dough ferment.

This fermentation method not only takes longer, but more importantly, it is highly dependent on the ambient temperature.

It just so happens that it is already autumn, and it is getting cooler in the mornings and evenings.

As for the place where Madam Xi lived, she chose a shady place because she was short of money. As a result, although it could be considered "refreshing" in the hot summer, it would become "chilly and cold" when the weather cooled down a little.

Due to various reasons, the dough could not rise, but in order to do the pancake business, a large amount of flour was bought and could not be used up, so these dry pancakes had to be made.

Su Qingluan thought that instead of forcing the dough to rise, it would be better to do the opposite and let the dough that did not rise retain the tough and chewy texture of "dead dough". Then let Madam Xi brush a layer of cooked soybean oil on the surface - although sesame oil would be more fragrant, considering the cost-effectiveness, soybean oil is obviously a better choice - and then put it directly in the pot to bake dry.

This will make the whole "cooked cake" drier and form a slightly browned crust. This will fully stimulate the aroma of the flour, creating a more fragrant taste and a unique flavor.

After hearing the whole story, Yang and Su Guangfu couldn't help but sigh: "You are such a clever girl!"

Su Qingluan thought of Madam Xi's words and frowned slightly. "It's already autumn, and the weather will only get colder. Is the place where Madam Xi lives now really okay?"

Of course it was important. In fact, just as Su Qingluan had worried, even though it was just the beginning of autumn, the place where Madam Xi lived was already very cold because there was no sunlight all year round.

In a narrow alley near the outskirts of Lefeng County, there are several inconspicuous, low and dilapidated wooden houses.

The cabins were all crooked and rickety, the paper windows pasted on the mottled wooden panes already showing signs of wear and tear. Although the residents who came and went here were not ragged, patches and signs of mending were visible everywhere.

Even though Madam Xi's clothes were relatively neat, there were actually a few patches of lining sewn on the inside, but it was not visible from the outside.

She carried a load that even an adult man would find difficult, and she walked steadily around the puddles on the ground and the yellow dog tied to the side that was barking wildly, and came to the innermost house.

This house, nestled against the wall of a small alley, was kept out of the sun for most of the day. The long period of darkness had given the entire cabin a musty smell, yet it was the cheapest room in the alley.

Although it is quite surprising that there are still people renting such a dilapidated wooden house, considering that only a few dozen or a hundred coins can provide a roof over one's head for a month, this place is actually quite popular among some people.

Mrs. Xi lifted the bamboo curtain and walked into the wooden house. The environment inside was very cramped. The kitchen where the fire was made was outside in the open air and shared by everyone. This room was just used for accommodation.

The furnishings in this small wooden house were very simple. A curtain separated the two beds, forming two spaces. One was where she and her husband Liu Sheng lived, and the other...

"Master, Yunniang, I'm back!" Madam Xi greeted her husband and daughter loudly.

A dark-skinned, thin girl came out of the house. Her dark eyes were particularly bright. Seeing that it was Madam Xi, she showed a row of snow-white teeth and said, "Mother is back!"

"I'm back! I'm back!" Business was good today, and Madam Xi's usual cheerful smile deepened. "How's your father today?"

Deep in the shadows of the room, where no sunlight could be seen, Han Yong said in a deep voice, "It's just a superficial wound. He won't die."

"Dad!" Liu Yunniang shouted unhappily.

Madam Xi also said, "What's the point of talking about life and death? You should just take good care of your injuries!"

"I'm a useless thing lying in bed half dead, dragging you and your mother to suffer with me!" Yagyu hammered his legs angrily - as always, he had no feeling from the waist down, which was completely different from his previous flexible legs that could move up and down.

Now, let alone juggling, he couldn't even sit up like a normal person!