Looking at the flour that seemed to be piled up into a small mountain, Su Xuanhe swallowed his saliva.

However, this child has one biggest advantage, which is: once he says something, he will not cheat even if it is difficult to complete.

So even though he wasn't sure, Su Xuanhe gritted his teeth and pretended to be nonchalant, humming, "Isn't it just kneading dough? I know how to do it. It's just adding water to the dough and stirring it, isn't it?"

Su Qingluan chuckled: "What you said is quite simple, but you have to mix these three kinds of noodles evenly before adding water, otherwise you will regret it."

Although Su Xuanhe is only seven years old, he is indeed a clever boy. He also knows very well that his elder sister's cooking skills are actually very superb.

So even though he said he was not convinced, he still did what Su Qingluan said very honestly. He is a perfect example of "saying one thing but doing another".

The flour without water was still very loose, so stirring it took very little effort. Plus, Su Xuanhe had quite a bit of strength in his hands, so at first he stirred it with great enthusiasm.

Su Qingluan saw that the flour was almost mixed. The remaining part could be kneaded to make the three kinds of flour evenly mixed, so she said, "The water to be added needs to be warm, so you still have to light a fire and boil a pot of water yourself."

"Can't I use cold water?" Su Xuanhe was hoping for a lucky break.

"No way." Su Qingluan ruthlessly broke her brother's fantasy, so Su Xuanhe rubbed his sore arms, squatted beside the stove and started to light the fire.

Although Su Qingluan is still not as good as Yang at lighting the stove, she has traveled through time and space for half a year and has become more and more proficient in this "craft". At least she is more than capable of teaching Su Xuanhe the key tricks.

"First, break these dead leaves and straw into smaller pieces and make them fluffy." Su Qingluan pulled over a small stool and sat beside him, watching her brother busying around with a smile. She was determined not to interfere or urge him, so she just talked. "Yes, that's it. Then light the tinder, rub the flint vigorously, and light the tinder."

A flint is something that can produce sparks. The tinderbox contains flammable saltpeter and some other flammable ingredients. It can catch fire with a slight touch and can continue to burn for a long time. In short, it is a bit like the matches that Su Qingluan had come into contact with in her previous life.

Su Xuanhe was a little scared the first time he made a flint, but children are curious and eager to explore after all, so he was eager to try it the second time.

At this time, Su Xueyan, who had been writing large characters, came trotting over with a piece of calligraphy in her hand. "Sister, I'm done...Brother, what are you doing?"

"Flint, look! It can produce a flame in one go!" Su Xuanhe said, and as if he had discovered a new continent, he used the flint to "snap" and produce sparks to ignite the fire.

"Wow!" The little girl immediately forgot about the big characters in her hand, then threw them aside and clapped her hands, "Brother, do it again!"

"What do you mean by another time?" Su Qingluan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. "Do you think this is a magic trick?"

As she spoke, she waved to her sister: "Come here, pick up the words you wrote on the ground so I can see how they are written."

Su Xuanhe turned to look upon hearing this. Su Qingluan shook the piece of calligraphy paper in her hand and handed it to Su Xuanhe: "I'm not trying to tease you, but look at Xueyan's handwriting. It even has strokes now!"

Su Xuanhe now attends the academy, and Master Zhou also teaches them calligraphy. Although Su Xuanhe's handwriting is not as good as that of his senior brothers, he can still distinguish the quality of a handwriting after seeing it more often.

He had to admit that although his sister was less than four years old, her handwriting was indeed neater than his.

"Then... then I'll just work harder at practicing calligraphy..." Su Xuanhe felt a little guilty - after all, he lost to a child who was over three years old, and the girl was someone he always looked down upon. Su Xuanhe felt a little embarrassed.

"Sister, I've finished writing today!" Su Xueyan jumped into Su Qingluan's arms, who steadily caught the little girl and held her on her knees. "Sister, can I play with that flint?"

Not to mention Su Qingluan, even Su Xuanhe, who would occasionally tease his sister, knew that something that could produce open flames was too dangerous for a three-year-old child.

Without waiting for Su Qingluan to speak, he took two steps back to distance himself from his sister, and said with a fierce face, "How old are you? It will take at least a few years before you can touch such a dangerous thing!"

Su Qingluan watched with interest: You know what, if Su Xuanhe wasn't fooling around or teasing his sister, he would actually have a bit of the aura of an older brother when he remained serious!

Unfortunately, the next moment, for some unknown reason, the flame of the tinderbox became unstable and suddenly shot up. Su Xuanhe was so scared that he screamed and threw the tinderbox far away, where it fell to the ground and went out.

Su Qingluan speculated that this was probably because the fire stick was a cheaper alternative, so the flame was naturally less stable. She had encountered this a few times while using it, and while she was a little scared the first two or three times, she eventually got used to it and became calmer.

However, for the little boy Su Xuanhe who was using it for the first time, this scene was still a little too "scary".

Su Qingluan put her sister down, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and picked up the tinderbox: "Why did you throw it away? It won't grow teeth to bite you."

The little girl also scratched her face with her fingers: "Brother, shame on you! Brother, shame on you!"

"Aren't you scared when you suddenly see such a big flame?" Su Xuanhe was a little annoyed. When he looked closely, he saw that his originally black face had turned a little red, so it appeared to be a purple color.

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