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...
So he no longer dared to act rashly. He obediently covered the opening of the mortar with one hand to prevent the pepper powder from floating out, and ground the pepper powder with the other hand. He even lifted the hand covering the mortar from time to time to observe the condition of the pepper.
When he thought it was almost done, Su Xuanhe handed the mortar to Su Qingluan. Su Qingluan took a look and was very surprised: this pepper powder was very fine, without any particles!
Nodding in approval, Su Qingluan looked at the basin: "It's almost done now, open the basin." As she spoke, she first took away the basin of hot water on top - after a period of time for the heat to dissipate, the water in the basin had become less hot.
Su Xuanhe couldn't wait to open the basin and poked the dough again.
"Huh?" A surprised expression appeared on Su Xuanhe's face, "The dough has become softer!" And he didn't know if it was his illusion, but the dough seemed to have become a little bigger than before, and the surface was a little smoother!
Su Qingluan nodded in affirmation and asked him to cut off about one-fifth of the dough with a knife.
Because I plan to make a few pancakes as "test products" first, I can't cut too many at once.
Su Xuanhe cut a piece of dough as his elder sister said and put it in his hand. He couldn't help kneading it back and forth: "This dough has become much softer than before!" And it is very "loose", and it feels very good to hold it in the hand!
Su Qingluan nodded. "The process of making the dough soft is called 'relaxation'." She looked at the dough and said, "Now, roll it into a pancake. Do you know how to use a rolling pin?"
Su Xuanhe patted his chest and assured that there would be no problem, but he found it was not that easy as soon as he started - the small rolling pin was thick in the middle and pointed at both ends, a bit like a weaving shuttle that was not so sharp. Su Xuanhe always rolled the dough into bumps.
"Sister, what should we do?" Su Xuanhe asked pitifully.