The Su family has two kinds of rolling pins. One is the one Su Xuanhe is using now, which is slightly wider in the middle and tapered at both ends. It is usually used to roll out dumpling wrappers and the like. The other kind of rolling pin is a large rolling pin that is almost the same height as Su Xuanhe. It is a prop that only Yang or Su Qingluan can use to make hand-rolled noodles.
Su Qingluan looked at her brother's dough and pointed at the position of his hands. "Don't use too much force when rolling the dough. Use the rolling pin in circles, and coordinate your left and right hands. The other hand holding the dough shouldn't be idle, and you shouldn't pull it too hard, otherwise the dough will lose its shape and be uneven in thickness."
Su Qing demonstrated as he spoke. The dough that was about to be torn into "skirt lace" by Su Xuanhe not only became evenly thick in Su Qingluan's hands, but also gradually took on a shape that was increasingly close to a pure circle.
"It should be about this shape." Su Qingluan showed the side of the pancake to her brother. "The thickness should be about the thickness of your thumb."
Su Xuanhe watched his elder sister rolling out the pancakes, but muttered proudly in his heart: If my elder sister helps me roll out one, I will have to roll out one less. I am so smart!
Thinking of this, Su Xuanhe's somewhat dark face gradually couldn't help but reveal a cunning smile as if he had succeeded in a prank.
However, before the smile could fully bloom, Su Qingluan quickly kneaded the rolled dough into the shape of the original dough - of course, it was rounder and smoother than the dough kneaded by Su Xuanhe.
"Hey! Sister, why did you knead the dough back?" Su Xuanhe's smile, which hadn't even had time to fully bloom, was like a balloon punctured by a needle, bursting in an instant. The originally cunning smile turned into a bitter face, "Can't I still use the good dough?"
Su Qingluan glanced at her brother: "Were you thinking of picking up the ready-made dough just now?" That expression was exactly the same as the one he had when his prank was immediately successful, or when he secretly ate a piece of candy. Su Qingluan had seen it so many times, and whenever Su Xuanhe made such an expression, she knew what this kid was up to!
Su Xuanhe saw no hope of "picking peaches" and slumped his shoulders dejectedly, resigned to his fate and continued rolling out the dough again. This time he followed the techniques Su Qingluan had described, but it seemed that his left and right hands each had their own ideas, each working independently and unable to coordinate.
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "It's okay. You can slow down a bit, even slower, turn the dough over, and then roll it with the rolling pin."
"But sister, it seems like you are doing two actions at the same time." Su Xuanhe recalled Su Qingluan's agile movements, which felt completely different from his own hemiplegic appearance.
"That's because I'm very skilled at it, so it looks like it's connected, but in fact I just turn the dough and roll it."
Su Xuanhe nodded and followed the "decomposed movements" to turn and roll the dough once. Although this movement was a bit slow, at least because the dough was not pulled too hard, it would not become bumpy or unevenly thick, like the hem of a rolled-up skirt.
Each time Su Xuanhe rolled out a dough sheet, he checked to see if it reached the required thickness. Su Qingluan patiently said, "Don't overdo it just to make it too thin. It'll tire your hands and arms, and it'll also cause uneven application of force, resulting in uneven thickness."
Strictly speaking, we're making raw dough for pancakes, so we don't need to be so precise every time we roll out the dough. However, rolling out dough is a skill that requires practice, and if you develop any wrong posture or habits, once they become habits, it's difficult to change.
Su Qingluan thought that instead of spending more energy to correct the posture later, it would be better to let Su Xuanhe lay a solid foundation for the "correct posture of rolling noodles" now.
That’s right, Su Qingluan has decided to take this opportunity to let her younger brother learn cooking, at least to the level that can keep her from starving to death - the same will apply to her younger sister in the future.
No matter what the family situation is, younger brothers and sisters must have the most basic survival skills. After all, no one can guarantee peace and prosperity in this era. Having some basic survival skills is always better than having nothing at all.
After Su Xuanhe had rolled out the first piece of dough, Su Qingluan asked Su Xuanhe to spread salt and freshly made pepper on one side of the dough.
"Just sprinkle it like this? Is this amount okay?" At first, Su Xuanhe had no idea about the amount of seasoning to use. Every time he added a little bit of salt or pepper, he trembled with fear. Those who didn't know would think that he was not adding seasoning, but poisoning.
However, Su Qingluan also understood why her brother was so cautious, so she just smiled and said, "A little more will be enough for these."
"But these seasonings are not spread evenly..." Su Xuanhe was a little unhappy - the salt was fine, mixed with the flour on the dough, and it was not easy to see, so he could at least "out of sight, out of mind"; but the pepper on the crust was like ink dripped on snow-white rice paper, and the depth was different, which was particularly noticeable.
"It's okay. We'll find a way to make them even later." Su Qingluan began to instruct her brother again: "Go get the oil can we usually use."
"Sister, do you want sesame oil or soybean oil?" Su Xuanhe pointed to the two oil cans converted from wine cans placed side by side.
Su Qingluan asked back: "Which one do you like?"
Su Xuanhe thought for a moment and said, "Although sesame oil is very fragrant, I prefer soybean oil, which has a lighter flavor."
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