Su Qingluan was a little surprised: she knew that Su Xuanhe would not sleep very comfortably, but she didn't expect that he would wake up after sleeping for such a short while.
"I thought you would sleep a little longer." Su Qingluan said, handing over a cup of hot water that she had refilled - the previous cup had long since turned into ice water.
Su Xueyan was already tired from playing and a little hungry. She was now sitting obediently beside the stove with a small plate in her hand, warming herself by the fire while eating a snack.
This snack is very popular in the town. It has a crispy crust and red bean and date paste filling, and is shaped like a flower.
Of course, this is nothing in Su Qingluan's eyes, but the advantage is that you can buy it and eat it immediately. Frying it in Su Qingluan's "iron pan" can make the skin more crispy, and the red bean and date paste filling will become softer, sweeter and more fragrant due to heating.
Although her sister couldn't go hungry, considering that dinner was about an hour away, Su Qingluan couldn't let the little girl eat so much.
So Su Qingluan divided the snack, which was only the size of a child's palm, into four portions. Su Xueyan could only eat one of them. Su Qingluan ate one herself, leaving two portions. She pushed them in front of Su Xuanhe and said, "You can use them as a filling if you're hungry, but we'll have dinner soon, so you can only have one."
Su Xuanhe stared at the two dim sum pieces, wishing he could stare holes in them, but he steeled himself and turned his head away: "I won't eat them anymore. Give them to Dad and Mom!"
Su Qingluan looked at the sky outside. Father and mother were about to come back at this time, so she couldn't help but joked, "Why, you don't want to eat anymore? Su Xiaoer is being extra filial today." Most of these remarks were made in a teasing way, but usually when faced with such a situation, Su Xuanhe would definitely want to eat a piece of land.
Su Xuanhe hesitated for a long time and whispered, "I want to try the pancakes I made myself and eat more."
Su Qingluan laughed: "Then save some space for more food - but the premise is that it has to be cooked well, otherwise it will be hard to eat."
Su Xuanhe's heart moved, and he subconsciously looked towards the basin where the dough was previously placed, but he found that a basin of steaming hot water had appeared on the basin at some point.
Su Xuanhe walked over quickly: "Sister, what is this?"
"Oh, you mean the basin with hot water?" Su Qingluan carefully skimmed off the foam floating from the mutton in the broth without raising her head or opening her eyes. "Let me heat up your basin."
"Why do you need to heat it?" Su Xuanhe carefully touched the wall of the hot water basin with his hand, but his sister, who was eating snacks nearby, called out to him, "Brother, be careful, it's hot!"
It was too late. Su Xuanhe's finger had already poked the basin above.
Fortunately, it was only for a moment, and no blisters formed. Su Qingluan looked at her brother as if he were a fool: "The water is still steaming, why don't you think about it? You still need your sister to remind you!"
"Well... then I want to give it a try..." Su Xuanhe was a little unwilling.
Su Qingluan quickly pulled her brother's burned finger over and placed it in cold water. Fortunately, the burn itself wasn't serious. Furthermore, while fingers are home to the most nerves, they also tend to have the thickest calluses. So, after just a few moments of cold water, Su Xuanhe felt no pain.
Then he asked with great interest, "Sister, can we continue making pancakes?"
Su Qingluan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: I didn’t expect Su Xuanhe to actually enjoy it.
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "We can't open the basin yet. It will take at least another quarter of an hour. But you can do something else now - go to the shelf over there, find those spice jars, and go find 'peppercorn'."
After all, Su Xuanhe had been in school for a while. Even if he might not recognize the relatively complicated character "椒", he should at least recognize the character "花" - Su Qingluan thought so.
It’s not just because the word “花” itself is relatively simple, but also because Su Qingluan had taught Su Xuanhe this word before he entered school!
Fortunately, although Su Xuanhe was usually naughty, he still had the basic qualities of a student. So after some troubles, Su Xuanhe finally found the pepper.
"Take out a handful of peppercorns and grind them into powder using a mortar and pestle - very fine powder." Su Qingluan continued.
"How much is a very small handful?" Su Xuanhe was confused.
"It's about this." Su Qingluan gestured.
Su Xuanhe nodded, and then grabbed a handful.
Su Qingluan's face was wooden: "Don't you think these are not the same as what I just demonstrated?"
Su Xuanhe looked at the handful of peppercorns in his hand, thought about it, and said innocently, "I think it's about the same."
Su Qingluan: ...She is my sister, you can’t hit her!
On the other hand, the little girl Su Xueyan, who had been eating snacks nearby, swallowed the last bite of her snack and said, "Sister clearly said less than this!" As she spoke, Su Xueyan stepped forward and picked out some of the peppercorns from her brother's palm and placed them in his palm, "This is enough!"
Su Qingluan leaned over to take a look: As expected, the small handful of peppercorns that my sister picked was more reliable!
After praising her sister a few words, Su Qingluan asked her brother to put the remaining peppercorns back and started grinding the peppercorns into powder.
Su Qingluan looked at her brother: "You'd better cover your nose with your hands when grinding, otherwise it will choke your nose——"
"Ha!" Su Qingluan complained inwardly: Come on, I'm one step too late again!
Fortunately, Su Xuanhe reacted quickly and turned his head to the side the moment he felt his nose itchy, ensuring that the peppercorns in the mortar were spared.
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