Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Then choose soybean oil. The cook can have the first choice. If the family members can accept both flavors, you can choose the one you like."
After Su Xuanhe brought the oil can, Su Qingluan asked him to brush a layer of oil on one side of the crust with a brush: "Don't worry about uneven brushing. Just wipe the uneven areas with crust later." Su Qingluan said when he thought of the inexplicable "obsessive-compulsive disorder" he had when he was learning cooking as a child.
"But won't the brush get stained with salt and pepper powder?" Su Xuanhe turned his head and asked.
"Just brush the oil off the areas where it wasn't brushed on, and it's okay to have a little bit of seasoning in the soybean oil." Anyway, you'll probably add seasoning when cooking with oil, so the smell can be covered up.
After brushing the oil, she spread the dough evenly around to spread the soybean oil and seasonings all over the surface of the dough. Su Qingluan asked her brother to roll up the dough like a burrito.
"Roll them slowly, and try to roll them as neatly as possible. It doesn't matter if the oil leaks out, we're going to make them into dough balls later anyway."
"What is dough?"
"It's just the dough, not the final shape of the pancake."
"But I feel like the pancakes at Madam Xi's house are much thinner than this."
Su Qingluan thought, of course I know. It was she who improved upon Madam Xi's pancakes. But those pancakes needed a dry, cool climate outside, and most importantly, they needed to be carefully fried in a thin layer of oil. It tested not only her culinary skills but also her patience, making them quite challenging for a kitchen novice like Su Xuanhe.
Naturally, she wouldn't say this to discourage her brother, so she said, "Every family makes their own pancake recipes. Madam Xi's recipe is a secret, so we can't ask for it. I can only teach you the homemade version."
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