Su Qingluan listened to her brother's increasingly off-track thoughts and looked at his increasingly pale face. She couldn't help but want to laugh, but she knew she had to hold it together at this time.
She originally hoped that this somewhat reckless brother would realize how much trouble he had caused others just for chasing and playing.
However, if the seriousness of the matter was exaggerated, Su Qingluan was worried that when she reasoned with Su Xuanhe and predicted the possible serious consequences in the future, Su Xuanhe would no longer believe her. So even though she knew that "intimidation" was very effective, she could not allow her brother to speculate that the consequences were too serious and thus misjudge the consequences.
So she squatted down and sighed: "Don't worry, people who can work and have a little bit of money to buy lunch will not starve to death because of a meal."
It is highly likely that the women making the pancakes will not sell them, or will only charge a symbolic copper coin and sell them at a loss. As for the poor people at the bottom of society, they may not even care about the dirt on the pancakes, but will be happy to buy food at a low price.
"But even so, the pancakes that Madam Xi spent half a day making yesterday were wasted." Su Qingluan looked at Su Xuanhe.
"But..." Su Xuanhe recalled the appearance of the pancake, "It's just a ball of dough rolled into a pancake. It shouldn't take a long time, right?"
Su Qingluan said with a smile: "Since you said 'it won't take that long', tonight's dry food will be pancakes, how about you make it?" Even if her throat was hoarse, it would be better to actually experience how hard cooking is.
Although Su Qingluan often asked her younger brothers and sisters to help her, she never asked them to cook.
Not to mention the little girl Su Xueyan. She was just over three years old and couldn't even reach the stove. Su Qingluan even felt that the biggest pot in the house could fit the whole little girl!
Although Su Xuanhe was only a head shorter than Su Qingluan, he could still reach the stove by standing on tiptoe. After all, he was only seven or eight years old. Even boys were stronger than girls of the same age, but the kitchen utensils of this era were rarely as lightweight and compact as those of later generations.
A chopping board weighing seven or eight pounds, a copper pot weighing more than ten pounds... Although Su Qingluan always jokes that her younger brother Su Xuanhe is "too naughty to be kept", she is also really worried that he will get burned in the kitchen.
So whenever there was any work that required lighting a fire or frying oil, Su Qingluan would keep her younger brothers and sisters away.
However, considering that the pancakes themselves didn't need to be fried except for the final baking process, and Su Qingluan's ultimate goal was not to have her brother completely recreate Mrs. Xi's pancakes, but to let him experience the difficulty of the process, Su Qingluan looked at her brother with a smile, just like the wolf grandmother coaxing Little Red Riding Hood: "Our family can't eat all those hundreds of pancakes, so just make twenty or thirty of them first, and freeze the extra ones for now."
Anyway, let alone at night, even during the day the temperature is almost reaching the constant temperature storage layer of the refrigerator. A few pancakes wrapped in greaseproof paper can be stored for three to five days without any problem.
Su Xuanhe was "shocked" by the entire pancake stall today. He watched hundreds of pancakes being knocked over by him. In terms of visual impact, the so-called "twenty or thirty pancakes" should be "very few" in Su Xuanhe's current impression.
So he patted his chest and said, "Madam Xi, a woman, can make two or three hundred pancakes in one night. What's the problem with me only making twenty?"
Su Qingluan sneered: "I didn't realize this brother was such a male chauvinist! Where did he learn this mentality of looking down on women? It's said that "those who keep company with vermilion become red, and those who keep company with ink become black." But after observing Su Guangfu with a cold eye, she didn't find any male chauvinism in him.
At least with Su Guangfu, no matter what work Yang had to do, even if it was in the kitchen, he would honestly help, and never said anything like "this kind of work should be done by you women".
Although she was complaining in her heart, Su Qingluan did not let her brother see any flaws on the surface. She just nodded and said, "Since you are so confident, go and prepare quickly."
"Go now?" Su Xuanhe looked at the sky, "It's just past noon now!" Not to mention dinner, even lunch has just ended!
"It's better to hurry up than to leave late." Su Qingluan smiled and touched his head, "Otherwise, our dinner today will be delayed - don't worry, you can make five pancakes first, and the rest can be made after dinner."
"Then I'll go wash my hands first!" Su Xuanhe excitedly went to wash his hands, even forgetting his previous fear. Instead, he happily rushed to the inner room to show off to Su Xueyan who was writing big characters: "Tonight you can eat the pancakes made by my brother. I guarantee they will be delicious!"
Su Qingluan couldn't hear the rest of the conversation because she had entered the kitchen. She probably heard her brother bragging about how easy it was to make pancakes, and her sister expressing her contempt and complaints.
Although she said "leave everything to her younger brother", Su Qingluan did not really intend to let go completely - it was not that she was reluctant to let her younger brother work, but she just couldn't let him waste the hard-earned flour.
After all, in this era, flour could not be produced on a simple assembly line like in modern industry. Therefore, "white flour" was a real luxury.
Of course, Madam Xi definitely couldn't have used white flour, and Su Qingluan also planned to mix white flour and soybean flour, so that the pancakes made in this way would have a more elastic and rich texture.
Su Qingluan estimated the total amount of flour needed for about twenty pancakes, took half of the white flour and soybean flour respectively, added some "black flour" ground from other coarse grains, poured them all on the panel, and did not stir them, but waited for her brother to come.
After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, probably because he had finished showing off with his sister, Su Xuanhe finally "came late".
As soon as he entered the kitchen, he was dumbfounded: "Why is there so much flour?" The pile was like a small mountain, all piled on the panel, forming a peak, which looked very spectacular!
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "This is the total amount of flour for twenty pancakes."
"But didn't you say I could make five first?"
"I'm just worried I won't have time to make dinner, so I can make five sheets first. But the dough still needs to be kneaded in advance. After all, it needs to rise, and now that the weather is cold, I'm afraid it won't be that easy to rise."
"What is leavened dough?" Su Xuanhe was a little curious.
"Well... I'm having a hard time explaining it this way. You can try it yourself later." She could actually explain it using modern physics and chemistry, but it was too difficult for Su Xuanhe to grasp, so she gave up.
Fortunately, for children, "actual operation" is a more intuitive impression than explaining the theory a hundred times.
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