What Su Qingluan said was actually half true and half false.
She could certainly tell her brother the recipe for Xi Niangzi's pancakes - even the recipe had passed through her hands - but she couldn't do that, because in this era, the unique taste of every restaurant was the "secret recipe" of that restaurant.
Basically, anyone with a bit of sense of justice knows that you can improve the taste, change it, or combine it with other techniques to create something new, but there is no such thing as copying it openly.
Su Qingluan is a chef herself, so she naturally understands this principle better.
Even though there are no patent protection fees in this era, she can't bully her friends, right?
However, it is true that the methods of making pancakes vary greatly - after all, this thing is just a general term for a type of food, and it is impossible to have a unified standard.
Su Xuanhe had no idea what his sister was thinking. He just followed her instructions obediently and didn't dare to make a mistake - what a joke. He had been busy for the whole afternoon. If he acted on his own and ruined his reputation, wouldn't his afternoon's work have been in vain?
Thinking of this, Su Xuanhe's movements of rolling the pancake skin became as cautious as when he was adding seasoning to the pancake skin just now.
Su Qingluan saw that it would take a while for her brother to roll the pancake wrapper, so she turned around to look at her braised lamb leg.
Although mutton has a stronger fishy smell than beef, it also has its own advantages - the fresh meat is very tender.
For example, now, Su Qingluan took two bamboo chopsticks and casually poked the lamb leg meat boiling in the broth, making a small round hole.
Even when poking closer to the center of the meat, not much force was required. Su Qingluan knew that the lamb leg was almost cooked and the meat had been cooked until it was soft and rotten.
The next step is to let the braising soup sit and let the mutton slowly absorb the aroma of the braising soup so that it can be sliced later.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan put the marinated soup off the stove and replaced it with another pot of white mutton soup - this was the other half of the mutton soup that Su Qingqing scooped out before adding the marinade and soy sauce.
Although the mutton soup had a layer of mutton fat on the surface to keep it warm, it had been sitting on the ground for quite some time, and the mutton fat had formed a thin film and was beginning to turn white. Su Qingluan planned to let the mutton soup boil for a while before moving on to the next step of seasoning.
"Sister, I've rolled it. Is this okay?" Su Xuanhe asked, pointing to the "pancake roll" in front of him.
Su Qingluan turned her head to look over. The roll was very carefully made. Even at the hem, it seemed a little uneven. She deliberately pulled the shorter sides. She couldn't help but laugh out loud: "It's okay, it's okay. You did a great job."
Su Xuanhe scratched his head: "But the oil is leaking out on both sides..."
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "It's okay, just slowly absorb the oil in like this..." As she spoke, she picked up a kitchen knife and cut off about one-fifth of the "roll" made of the dough, which was about the size of a baby's fist. This position happened to be one of the difficult places to close at both ends.
Su Qingluan felt that with her brother's current skills, it was already difficult for him to close the edges of the dough in the middle, and it would be too difficult for him to close the edges on the sides. So she turned to look at her brother and said, "Watch me close the edges, and then learn from me."
As he spoke, he held the dough with both hands. With one hand, he slowly pulled open the outer layer of dough to cover the part where the soybean oil was flowing out. With the other hand, he made a bottom-covering motion as if he was holding a bun.
Su Qingluan slowly and slowly put all the golden soybean oil that was originally exposed on the outside into the dough. From the outside, it looked like a complete thin-skinned bun with no "filling" exposed at all.
In order to allow her brother to see more clearly, Su Qingluan actually deliberately slowed down her movements.
Even so, it was still strange for Su Xuanhe. His current feeling could be described using the internet jargon that Su Qingluan was familiar with in her previous life: his brain and eyes said they had learned everything, but his hands said they hadn't kept up.
It can be said to be very sad.
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "It's okay. As long as all the soybean oil is packed in, there's no need to be too particular about the shape."
"But... this one I made is too ugly." Su Xuanhe looked at his elder sister's round dough, then at his own dough which looked like some strange unidentified object, and was very unwilling to give up. "This is my first time making pancakes, I also want to make it look good..."
Su Qingluan raised her eyebrows: I didn’t expect that my brother has an obsessive-compulsive side?
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan comforted him, "Anyway, just be careful when you roll it into dough later."
"We have to roll it into pancakes?" Su Xuanhe was surprised. "Then why didn't we just divide the dough into five parts and roll them into pancakes? Why did we have to go through so much trouble?"
Su Qingluan pointed at the layer of oil and said, "This is the secret to making the pancakes layered. If you don't apply this layer of oil, the pancake will just be a hard lump of dough and won't be able to separate into layers. If you don't believe me, try it."
So, Su Xuanhe continued to roll the dough into a pancake again under Su Qingluan's "guidance", and watched Su Qingluan take out her "iron pan".
"Sister...what are you doing?" Su Xuanhe took a step back as if facing a formidable enemy.
It's really no wonder that he reacted so violently, because when the "iron pot" was first bought, almost all of the Su family's belongings were used up, so Yang and Su Guangfu told the two children - especially the naughty Su Xuanhe - many times, openly and secretly, that this pot may look insignificant, but it is worth all the belongings, and anyone who dares to break his sister's pot will be beaten so hard that he can't get up for three days!
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