For a child, being beaten by parents is a terrible punishment. Even though Yang is not a mother who particularly likes to beat her children, it is still too terrifying for seven-year-old Su Xuanhe.

It was precisely because of this that when Su Xuanhe saw the iron pot, his subconscious thought was: You must not touch it, otherwise you will get beaten!

So when Su Qingluan moved it out and placed it on the stove in front of Su Xuanhe, Su Xuanhe's first reaction was not to move forward curiously but to retreat cautiously.

"Why are you standing so far away?" Su Qingluan was confused. "How can you learn to make pancakes if you don't come over here?"

Su Xuanhe then realized how strange his actions were and hurried forward.

It is actually not difficult to make pancakes. Just brush a layer of oil on them and control the heat so that they don’t become burnt on the outside and raw on the inside, which is like the "ice and fire" situation. It is actually very difficult to make them taste bad.

The biggest difficulty was no longer a problem under Su Qingluan's supervision. Su Qingluan said carefully, "If you're worried, use the shovel to turn it over a few times. If you're not sure how long the interval is, count it in your mind - count one and see."

Su Qingluan said, and then adjusted the range according to Su Xuanhe's counting rhythm: "Just count about fifty at this speed - can you count from one to fifty?"

This cycle repeats itself until gradually burnt brown dots appear on the surface of the crust, and a burnt aroma of flour wafts into the air.

"Today's pancakes smell so good!" Su Xuanhe sniffed.

Su Qingluan couldn't help but laugh: "Isn't this just the taste of an ordinary pancake? But the food you make yourself is naturally extra sweet."