"I'm not going. I want to rest tomorrow." Su Yun'er affectionately pinched Xiao Cao's round nose.
"If Mother is tired, then don't go. Rest at home. Xiaocao will massage Mother's shoulders and legs."
As she spoke, Xiaocao clenched her little hands into fists and actually started tapping Su Yun'er.
The little girl's tiny hands, seemingly boneless, gently tapped my shoulders and back; it felt surprisingly comfortable.
Su Yun'er closed her eyes and began to enjoy her daughter's attentive service.
Seeing that Su Yun'er seemed to be enjoying herself, Xiao Shu quickly joined in, saying, "I want to massage Mother's shoulders and legs too."
The little boy was stronger than the little girl; after only two taps, Su Yun'er cried out in pain and asked him to be gentler.
Grandma Chen watched with a smile, feigning jealousy, and said, "Oh dear, it's so good to be a mother. Look, mothers have children to massage their shoulders and legs, but grandmothers have no one to take care of them."
“Who says nobody cares? Grandma made new clothes and a new quilt for Xiaocao. Grandma worked so hard. Xiaocao will also massage Grandma’s shoulders and legs.” Xiaocao quickly went to massage Grandma Chen’s shoulders again.
Xiao Shu, not to be outdone, also turned around to massage Grandma Chen's legs, leaving Su Yun'er's side empty.
Grandma Chen couldn't help but laugh: "Look at you, what about your mother? No one will take care of her."
The two children were about to give Su Yun'er a massage, but as soon as they took their hands off her, they realized that Old Mrs. Chen was nowhere to be found.
The two children were stumped, which amused Grandma Chen and Su Yun'er so much that their stomachs hurt from laughing.
Finally, the two children had a brilliant idea: "We can use this hand to massage Grandma and the other hand to massage Mom. That way, we can massage together!"
Hahahaha.
After dinner, the whole family was tired and went to bed early.
The scallions and garlic have already sprouted and grown, and Grandma Chen is responsible for watering them every day, so Su Yun'er doesn't need to worry about them.
Su Yun'er was busy all day and hadn't even gone to her space yet.
However, lying in bed, she didn't go immediately.
She was planning a big stewed lamb feast for tomorrow.
Since we've already had stewed mutton, why not have hot pot too?
When it comes to hot pot, Su Yun'er really likes to eat soft, stewed tofu in hot broth, but she didn't see any tofu for sale here.
"Oh right, I bought some plaster casts but haven't used them yet. Since they're not sold, I'll just make them myself."
So Su Yun'er got up again, soaked a big bowl of beans, and planned to have some soy milk the next morning.
But what staple food should you pair with soy milk?
Besides fried dough sticks and fried pancakes, you can also pair them with...
Su Yun'er scratched her head, thought for a while, and suddenly thought: "That's it, egg pancakes!"
Su Yun'er scooped out two or three bowls of flour and boiled some water. She drew a dividing line in the middle of the flour in the basin with her hand, scalded the flour with boiling water on one side and kneaded it with cold water on the other. After stirring both sides until they became flocculent, she mixed them together and kneaded them until smooth.
This method of kneading dough was taught to Su Yun'er by her mother, who said it makes the dough very chewy.
After kneading the dough, cover the bowl with a wooden board and let it rest overnight in the low-temperature kitchen. It will be ready to use the next morning.
The next morning, as Su Yun'er had arranged the day before, today was a day off for the whole family, so the Chen family members all got up late.
Su Yun'er didn't come to the kitchen until she had slept enough and completed the fixed routine in the space, yawning.
The dough from last night has risen and is now smooth and fluffy. The beans are also soaked.
The beans are the simplest to process. After washing them once, they are sent directly into the space to be processed by the small stone mill inside.
Su Yun'er only needs to make egg pancakes.
Egg pancakes were a breakfast Su Yun'er didn't eat until she was in high school. Back then, she always liked to stand in front of the breakfast stall and watch the stall owner and his wife work together to make egg pancakes.
The stall owner's wife rolled the dough into a large round pancake, then with a flick of her wrist, the pancake spun through the air and landed steadily on the griddle, sizzling under the heat of the oil.
The vendor, with his left hand hooking a small cup, cracked an egg into the cup with his right hand, which was holding chopsticks—or more accurately, the egg yolk flew into the cup. While the yolk was still swaying back and forth in the cup due to inertia, the vendor quickly picked up some seasonings such as salt and pepper with his chopsticks and threw them into the cup as well. Then, his right hand stirred the mixture in the cup at lightning speed. This process took only about ten seconds, and the vendor would also flip the pancakes on the griddle occasionally.
At this point, the pancake that had just been placed on the griddle had started to puff up. The vendor would use the pointed chopsticks in his hand to accurately puncture the puff, and just as the puff was releasing a puff of hot air but hadn't yet held back, he would pour the seasoned egg mixture from the cup into it all at once.
Then, before the pancake and egg mixture can react, lift one corner of the pancake and flick it with another flick. The pancake, still containing the uncured egg mixture, will spin 180 degrees in the air and land back on the griddle with a thud.
Everything was done so smoothly and seamlessly.
For Su Yun'er, every time she buys a pancake, it's a visual treat.
So sometimes, if she's not in a rush, she'll linger and enjoy the view a little longer.
The couple's egg pancakes were the most successful ones Su Yun'er had ever seen in her entire past life.
After reminiscing, Su Yun'er began making her own egg pancakes.
She scooped a large spoonful of flour into a bowl, added salt and five-spice powder and mixed well. Then she heated a spoonful of oil, poured it into the flour mixture, and stirred it evenly. The oil pastry was now ready.
Divide the risen dough into evenly sized portions, roll them into flatbread shapes, and like wrapping buns, stuff the oil-based filling inside, pinching the edges tightly to seal. Then roll each one into a round flatbread of even thickness. After that, it's the same process as the stall owners.
Pouring egg mixture into the pancake sounds easy, but it really tests your skills. It wasn't until she made two in a row that Su Yun'er finally managed to carefully make a perfect pancake.
In the past, breakfast stall owners would also prepare meat dishes such as roasted chicken strips, along with pickled vegetables and lettuce, and roll them up in a pancake for customers to eat.
However, Su Yun'er doesn't plan to eat it that way today. The pancakes she made are fragrant and crispy, and they taste good just like that. But she still plans to make a side dish to go with the meal.
She soaked the dried radish strips that had been dried a few days earlier back into hot water. After the dried radish strips had fully expanded, she drained off the excess water, dried them, and put them in a basin.
Add light soy sauce, vinegar, thirteen-spice powder, some chili powder, and salt. Pour hot oil over the ingredients to release their aroma, then mix well.
To accommodate the fact that Grandma Chen and her two grandchildren couldn't handle spicy food, she made both a non-spicy version and a spicy version. She ate the spicy one herself, and gave the non-spicy one to the three of them.
After filtering the soy milk and boiling it, it's time to eat.
When Xiaocao came to help serve breakfast, she immediately noticed a pale yellow paper-like object hanging on the bamboo pole above the large pot of soy milk.
"Mom, what's that?" Little Grass asked, pointing at the thing.
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