Su Xuanhe looked at everyone anxiously, like a primary school student waiting for his final exam results.
He was nervous, and everyone except Su Qingluan was also nervous.
After all, it was Su Xuanhe's first time in the kitchen, and he was only seven years old. Although Su Qingluan had assured her that the entire process was under her supervision and that the taste and texture were guaranteed to be up to standard, the rest of the Su family remained skeptical.
We can't blame everyone for not trusting Su Xuanhe. Given the two major premises of "seven years old" and "a kitchen novice cooking for the first time", it is very difficult to make people believe that the food he makes is delicious.
"Here, you can try the pancake alone first, or you can add some braised lamb and onion rings, like this," Su Qingluan said as she picked up five or six slices of lamb from the plate next to her - it was called five or six slices, but because the lamb slices were as thin as paper, there was actually not much meat.
She separated the layers of the pancakes and stuffed the meat slices inside, then onion rings. Since the braised mutton was seasoned with various spices, and the pancakes themselves were fragrant with salt and pepper, there was no need for any additional seasoning.
She took a bite, and the crispy crust of the pancake made a "crunching" sound because it had been re-fried for the second time. The burnt yellow pancake crumbs fell into the palm of Su Qingluan's hand.
The salty aroma of the braised lamb mixed with the spicy and sweet flavor of the onions, wrapped in the crispy aroma of the noodles, made the lamb sandwich taste even richer. Su Qingluan looked at the group of people across from her: "Why aren't you eating? It really tastes good."
Upon hearing this, Su Xuanhe looked down at the pancake in his hand, closed his eyes hesitantly, and put the pancake into his mouth.
Su Qingluan: ...She looked at her brother's trembling movements and was almost powerless to complain: You made this pancake yourself! Didn't you smell the fragrance just now? Why does taking a bite now feel like swallowing poison?
Although Su Qingluan had a lot to complain about, she didn't say anything. She just looked at her brother and asked, "How is it? How does it feel to eat your own cooking?"
"It's so delicious!" Su Xuanhe chewed it a few times, his eyes suddenly lighting up. "Dad, Mom, and Sanya, come and try it! This is the first time I've made pancakes so delicious. Am I really the reincarnation of a cooking god..."
Before she finished speaking, Su Qingluan flicked her brother's chestnut: "Who was the one crying so hard, afraid that he wouldn't be able to do well?"
“…I didn’t cry…”
With the "guarantee" from Su Qingluan and Su Xuanhe, Su Guangfu, Yang and the most skeptical Su Xueyan finally carefully started the "tasting" session.
Su Guangfu and Yang Shi were undoubtedly proud that their seven-year-old son could make a decent pancake, even with his sister's help. Even Su Xueyan had to admit that while her brother's pancakes weren't as chewy and firm as her sister's, they were still delicious.
Su Xuanhe was not convinced: "You little girl, you are just deliberately saying it's not tasty to pick a fight!"
"I'm not looking for trouble!" Su Xueyan was also unconvinced, "Your cooking isn't as chewy as my sister's, nor does it have as many layers as my sister's!"
Su Guangfu and Yang were obviously used to the daily quarrels between the brother and sister over trivial matters, and did not take it to heart. After all, one was three or four years old, and the other was seven or eight years old. The combined age of the two children was not yet adults. How serious could the quarrels be?
On the other hand, Su Qingluan, who was standing aside, was secretly surprised: she had noticed before that this little girl Su Xueyan could notice the difference in taste of many ingredients.
Is this a coincidence, or...
Although Su Qingluan had a plan in mind, she didn't forget to make today's mutton soup: "I have washed the sheep intestines and tripe. You all should try some mutton soup. Dad and Mom have been busy outside all day, so they need to warm themselves up..."
Because the pancakes were really delicious, little Su Xuanhe was so elated that he kept shouting "The God of Cooking is reincarnated" and "Gifted with Extraordinary Talent" on the left and right. He threw himself into making pancakes without saying a word after finishing his meal, and even Su Qingluan's attempts to stop him were useless.
Of course, the next day he worked too hard and his arms were so sore that he couldn't lift them. Su Xuanhe cried miserably.
Fortunately, I don’t know whether it was lucky or unfortunate, as Su Qingluan expected, there was another heavy autumn rain the night before, and a thicker layer of ice formed on the ground the next day, so Su Xuanhe didn’t have to go to school directly. It was a good opportunity for him to rest directly in the quilt, so that his arms would not hurt so much if he touched them casually.
Su Xuanhe couldn't lie down, so he got up despite the difficulty. When Su Qingluan asked why, it turned out to be because the quilt was a little cold!
Su Qingluan was incredulous: "Didn't I give you a hot water bottle?"
"I feel that today's hot water bottle is not as warm as before." Su Xuanhe frowned.
"Really?" Su Qingluan raised an eyebrow. "Don't we always fill the hot water bottle and put it under the quilt at the same time?"
"But the hot water bottle is cold now." But before, even after a whole night, the hot water bottle was still warm in the morning because it was placed under the quilt.
Su Qingluan went to her room to try it, and sure enough, the temperature of the hot water bottle was much lower than before.
This was originally a very insignificant trivial matter in life, but it seemed to trigger a chain reaction, making people realize that "the weather is grammatically cold" and things like that happened one after another.
First and foremost, the most intuitive thing is that after the road froze for the second time, unlike the first time when the broken ice on the road almost melted as soon as the sun appeared, the second time the road ice was basically melted until the afternoon. Both the melting time and the range were not as fast and wide as the first time.
Secondly, whether in Huaxi Village or Lefeng County, the streets were becoming increasingly deserted. Later, Su Qingluan went to Hongfulou again to see how the dragon beard noodles were doing, but she discovered that even during peak hours, the kitchen kept about a third of the stoves idle.
When I asked Shopkeeper Liang, he said that the weather was getting colder, and everyone was reluctant to leave their homes, let alone come to Hongfulou. Whenever this time of year came, Hongfulou would gradually shut down some of the stoves to save unnecessary expenses.
In addition, every household in Huaxi Village is more eager to store winter vegetables than before.
Su Qingluan took a breath of the extremely cold air, which was so cold that it made it difficult for her to open her mouth. She felt a fact more and more clearly: winter was coming, and everyone was actively making various preparations for this moment, so that they could have more hope of survival.
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