Su Xuanhe did as his sister said and kneaded the dough from one side to the other like rubbing clothes. However, what he kneaded out was not dough at all, but a crooked "fat worm".
Su Qingluan looked at it and nodded: "After kneading it a few more times like this, fold the two ends in half and knead it again until there are no 'patterns' of different colors and shades on it, which means the dough is almost done." Because in addition to flour, soybean flour and black flour are also added, as long as the color of the surface is uneven, it means that the flour has not been kneaded very evenly.
Su Xuanhe nodded after listening to Su Qingluan's explanation and returned to diligently kneading the dough. Su Qingluan, in turn, turned back to her tasks—after all, it was almost time for dinner. Even though there was still an hour or so left, she needed to allow a little extra time to prepare the braised food.
Su Qingluan gently cut two lines along the muscle texture of the lamb leg that had just been deboned, so that the seasoning could penetrate better and the lamb leg in the middle would not be tasteless.
Then she cut some ginger slices and green onion segments, endured the stinging sensation in her eyes, put them together with the lamb leg into the bowl, and rubbed them vigorously with Huadiao wine.
The friction allows the flavor of green onion and ginger to penetrate more quickly and fill the surface of the lamb leg.
Seeing that the flavor of the onion and ginger had been almost kneaded away, the originally neat and firm onion had been pitifully kneaded into a bunch of wilted leaves. Su Qingluan rubbed the flavor on her hand on the surface of the lamb leg, turned around and began to prepare the spice bag for the stew.
On the other side, Su Xuanhe finally kneaded the originally "colorful" dough into a very uniform surface color... well, a long, crooked "meat worm".
Although the appearance is not very good-looking and is full of potholes, at least the surface of the dough is no longer as colorful as the texture of the strata. The color is finally more uniform, even better than Su Qingluan expected.
However, Su Xuanhe was also obviously exhausted. As soon as he found out that the dough was ready, he sat down on the stool his sister had pulled over and sighed, "I'm just kneading the dough, and I feel like my arms are going to break. Madam Xi actually has to make so many pancakes. Doesn't she get any rest all night?"
Su Qingluan's heart moved, and she pressed on: "Now you know how big a mistake it was to knock over so many pancakes, right?"
If Su Xuanhe could only understand from an "intellectual level" that it was wrong to knock over other people's things before, then now, after experiencing firsthand how hard it was to make pancakes, Su Xuanhe had a different understanding of the fact that he "knocked over Mrs. Xi's pancakes."
It was like something that was originally very far away, but he had experienced it personally, so the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness in it were more distinct.
If he studies for a while longer and understands more, he will know that this feeling is called "empathy."
Su Xuanhe lowered his head and whispered, "Mrs. Xi worked so hard, but I knocked over her pancakes while playing with my classmates... I will be more careful next time and not play around on the road anymore."
Su Qingluan nodded with a smile: "It's good to realize your mistake, but you still can't give up on this pancake halfway."
Su Xuanhe nodded: "I know, I also want to try the pancakes I made!" Su Xuanhe smiled and revealed a mouth full of gaps in his teeth - he had lost another tooth recently.
In fact, after all he had worked so hard for so long, Su Xuanhe also wanted to try his own cooking skills.
Su Qingluan saw the eagerness in her brother's eyes and found another large basin to roll up the "meatworm" on the panel and put it in. "Very ambitious, but like I said just now, you can rest for a while, at least for half an hour."
Su Xuanhe walked around the upside-down basin and asked, "Sister, what are you doing?"
"This is to let the dough...well, relax for a while." Su Qingluan finally explained in a more modern way.
"What does this mean?" Su Xuanhe blinked in confusion.
Su Qingluan thought about it, but couldn't come up with a very precise explanation that was easy for a child to understand. So she decided to let him feel it intuitively: "Press the dough with your hands."
"Press hard?" Su Xuanhe asked cautiously.
"You don't have to use too much force, but remember how much force it is so you can compare it later." Su Qingluan said as she lifted the basin covering the dough.
Su Xuanhe pressed a dent in the dough with his finger, somewhat doubtfully describing it as "a bit hard, but also a little soft."
This was a very contradictory adjective, but Su Qingluan grasped what her brother wanted to express and nodded: "Remember this feeling. Now go and rest for a while, drink some water and eat something. I will greet you when the time is up."
"Sister, are you making lamb legs?" Su Xuanhe looked towards Su Qingluan.
Su Qingluan smiled and handed the already marinated lamb leg to Su Xuanhe. "Here, let's make braised lamb sandwiches with the pancakes you made tonight, so that Dad and Mom can have a taste of your cooking skills."
Upon hearing this, Su Xuanhe immediately puffed out her chest and said, "Well, I will do my best!"
Then he was done.
After all, he is just a child of seven years old. After struggling for so long, even though Su Xuanhe is an "energetic and naughty monkey", he is now a little exhausted.
When Su Qingluan told him that he could rest for a while and wait for being called before continuing to work, he didn't even have the heart to play and joke with his sister. He turned around and went straight to his room, and fell asleep without even having time to change his clothes.
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