Su Xuanhe also nodded arrogantly: "I think I'm pretty great too!"
Su Qingluan couldn't help but burst out laughing: "When someone praises you, you get cocky?" As she said that, she turned around and fished out the mutton soaked in the brown broth.
At this time, the outer skin of the lamb leg was also dyed dark brown due to the braising soup, but Su Qingluan put the lamb leg on the chopping board and cut it. The cut meat inside was a light gray color that was lighter than the surface color.
Su Qingluan's knife skills are amazing, and because the broth was not heated, by the time Su Qingluan took out the mutton, it had already cooled down a lot.
So the meat is now firmer than when it was just taken out of the pot, and it is easier to shape when cut.
With each cut, Su Qingluan sliced the mutton into slices as thin as paper, almost transparent, and placed them neatly on the plate.
In a short while, the whole piece of lamb leg was turned into slices spread out on the plate.
"Go, serve the mutton offal soup and some dipping sauce. I'll put the pancakes back into the pot." Su Qingluan said to her brother.
"Is this pancake not cooked through?" Su Xuanhe was a little nervous.
"No, it's just a little cold." Su Qingluan said as she brushed a layer of oil in the "iron pan" and put the pancakes that had been cut just now back into the pan to fry them.
After all the food was served on the table, Su Qingluan first gave a piece of pancake to her father, mother, and sister, and said like a pancake salesman, "Everyone, try it. How does this pancake taste?"
Su Xuanhe, who had been sitting there as if nothing had happened, stiffened unconsciously with nervousness when he heard his elder sister's words.
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