Su Qingluan chuckled: "It's not difficult actually. Just wait here." She had been chopping the lamb leg, and her hands were full of the fishy smell of raw lamb. In order to remove it, she first cut some ginger slices and rubbed her hands, then used algae beans and clean water to remove the fishy smell from her hands, and then came to the chopping board again.

"When the dough is too big, if it's made of one type of flour, you can divide it into several small pieces, and then you can knead it with your hands." Su Qingluan turned her head to look at her brother, "But this method can't be used for this one—at least not now."

"Because it's not a dough made of one kind of flour?"

"That's right," Su Qingluan pointed to the various "patterns" of uneven texture and varying shades of color mixed in the dough. "If these doughs were divided into small pieces, each piece would have subtle differences in color, taste, and even texture, and it wouldn't be possible to mix them evenly."

More importantly, if the texture of each piece is different, then when you put it in the grill or frying pan later, the heat of each piece will be different.

It wouldn't matter if she was the one cooking, but considering Su Xuanhe's cooking skills, it would be better if the texture of the dough was as uniform as possible.

What's more, there is actually a way to knead large dough.

Su Qingluan said, "You roll the dough into a long strip. It doesn't have to be very thin, just a long strip."

Then Su Qingluan grabbed one end of the dough that had been rolled into a long strip and said, "Look, put the rest on the panel. You only need to knead this section. Dough is not porcelain anyway. It will break if you touch it casually. Even if you knead this dough into a dough twist, you can knead it together later."