In stories about "true and false young misses," others usually transmigrate into noble daughters who were lost outside. With one transmigration, they step on cannon fodder, become the cente...
Su Qingluan leaned against the door frame of the kitchen door with great interest, staring at her brother's back. She saw that he wished he could produce eight hands to stop the overflowing water, and tried not to laugh too loudly.
Of course, she would definitely not help - even for such a "small scene", she had to help, and she would probably have to help with the dough kneading process later.
In the final analysis, Su Qingluan only helped to keep the food within the "edible" range. As for the appearance of the finished product, she didn't care much - after all, it was her first time, and no matter how new she was in the kitchen, it was impossible for her to become a chef instantly, right?
However, as long as the most basic quality can be guaranteed, Su Qingluan will not take the initiative to provide any more help. Even if Su Xuanhe takes the initiative to ask for help, Su Qingluan will not help blindly.
After all, this is like learning to ride a bicycle. After learning the basic posture and techniques, you can only become proficient by letting go and practicing diligently. You can't always rely on the two training wheels at the back, otherwise you will always be afraid, always want to rely on them, and never learn.
As long as her brother didn't cause "irreparable damage", Su Qingluan didn't intend to interfere too much.
After about a cup of tea, the seemingly flowing water was finally absorbed by the flour on the panel, and the originally loose flour formed clumps of varying sizes.
Of course, because Su Xuanhe poured in a lot of water at once at the beginning, and did not add it in batches as Su Qingluan explained at the beginning, there was no obvious sign of "floc-like clumps", and Su Xuanhe could only figure it out slowly by himself.
However, after the "volcanic eruption" just now, the kid also learned to add warm water little by little, and no longer dared to pour a whole bowl of water in at once.
As more and more warm water is added, the originally loose flour gradually gathers together and becomes a bit hard, but it is still possible to press a hole in the dough if you press it hard.
Because Su Xuanhe did not use a basin when kneading the dough, there was no problem of small pieces of dough sticking to the basin and needing to be "kneaded off" bit by bit.
But he encountered another problem - there were always small pieces of dough falling off the surface, making a rustling sound.
Moreover, Su Xuanhe discovered that compared to the small dough that was only the size of a fist, the dough in front of him seemed to be twice as big as his father's head!
As the dough grows in size, the strength required to knead it also increases a lot. Su Xuanhe's face turned black and purple from all the kneading.
Su Qingluan stared at her brother's back, watching his movements change from panic to calm, then increasingly slow, until he felt a bit exhausted and even gasped for breath. She knew that this kid was most likely going to ask for help. It was no wonder, even she didn't just use brute force to knead the dough! Kneading dough, especially large dough, requires skill!
But Su Qingluan did not go up to help on her own - her brother was still a bit stubborn and would not give in easily.
Of course, in the minds of children, "asking adults for help" is also a way of "giving up."
Su Qingluan held back her laughter as she watched her brother struggling with a ball of dough. She moved to the other side as if nothing had happened, picked up the chopping board, turned it with the raw meat side facing up, and placed two lamb legs on it.
She held the ox-ear knife in her hand, found the part of the lamb leg bone, and carefully removed the entire bone inside the lamb leg along the fascia of the leg bone, but she did not throw it away - this thing was very tasty when making lamb soup.
She turned around and switched to a heavier machete, and warned, "Su Xiaoer, I'm going to chop the sheep bones. Be careful and don't get scared."
It was not until her brother subconsciously covered his ears that Su Qingluan split the sheep bone in half, making a "bang, bang" sound.
Su Xueyan, who was playing shuttlecock outside, heard the noise and rushed in: "What's wrong? Sister, did you fall?"
Su Qingluan turned her head and smiled: "Don't worry, it's just chopping bones. Go out and play, I won't scare you later!" Su Qingluan said with a smile.
Su Xueyan also covered her ears like Su Xuanhe: "This way I won't be scared anymore!"
With her sister by her side, Su Qingluan sped up her movements and chopped the lamb leg bones into several pieces in a few seconds, so that the bone marrow inside would be revealed, making the lamb soup more delicious.
Su Xueyan watched Su Qingluan chopping bones and her brother kneading dough. The little girl had seen her mother or sister do these two things many times, so there was nothing new about them. After walking around the kitchen and finding nothing interesting, she went out to play shuttlecock again.
After all, there was still sunshine outside. On the other hand, inside, because dinner hadn't been cooked yet, the stove wasn't lit, and the kang inside wasn't hot, the whole house was a little cold. It would actually be warmer to play outside for a while rather than stay inside.
In fact, Su Xuanhe had been hesitant to speak since his sister came in - of course, not to his sister, but to ask for help from his elder sister.
However, given Su Xuanhe's stubbornness, it would take a lot of courage for him to ask Su Qingluan for advice himself. If this happened in front of his sister, he would definitely want to turn himself into a sticky gourd!
Now that his sister had finally left, he finally made up his mind and ran to Su Qingluan's side, mumbling, "Sister... I don't know how to knead dough anymore..."
"Didn't I just give it to you?" Su Qingluan was holding back her laughter, but she pretended to be calm on the surface.
"But... the dough before was so small... this dough is so big!" Su Xuanhe's tone was very low, even a little aggrieved, "I really can't knead it anymore!"
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