Qin Xiangnuan opened her eyes, took the clothes that had been ward up under the quilt, and put them on. The warmth of the clothes as they touched her skin made her sigh involuntarily. The clay bed was reheated every night, and since her elder brother was not around, she did it herself. It was good that they had the clay bed; otherwise, she and her brother might have frozen to death this winter.
She opened the kitchen door, turned on the light, and thankfully, the electricity was back. The village often experienced power outages, and it was out just a few days ago. They had to use candles for light at night, but now that the power was back, things were much more convenient.
She started a fire, letting the water heat up, then returned to her room, fetched a basin, and was startled by the amount of flour she had.
There was a whole basin full. She had been taking a little every day, and Hu Li hadn’t noticed. There was a new bag of flour in the flour vat now, but she didn’t dare to touch the new flour—it was too easy to get caught.
Qin Xiangnuan rubbed her cold little hands together, picked up the basin firmly, poured so flour into it, then lifted the lid off the pot, scooped a ladle of water, added it to the flour, and stirred while pouring until it looked like snowflakes.
She breathed a warm breath onto the palm of her hand, scooped a bit more cold water from the bucket, kneaded the dough until it was smooth, and let it rest for half an hour.
While waiting, she took a few large green onions, cleaned and chopped them finely. The green onions were from their own garden, and nobody minded if they wanted to eat sothing. If green onions could provide enough sustenance, probably Hu Li would have given them a bundle of onions to fill their stomachs.
When it was about ti, Qin Xiangnuan rolled the rested dough into a long strip and pinched off a piece, estimating the size of the pancake she wanted to make and taking an appropriately sized piece of dough.
Then she rolled the pinched dough into a thin sheet, poured oil over it, added seasoning - salt, Sichuan pepper powder, and chopped green onions. She spread the seasonings evenly on the dough, then folded it like a fan, coiled the folded dough strip, finished with a twist at the end, and pressed the twist down at the bottom. Her hands were too small to press it down properly, so she thought for a mont, grabbed a plate, and used it to press down before rolling out the pancake a bit larger with the rolling pin.
She turned on the stove, and with so effort, placed a large flat-bottod pan on top. It was good they had a stove; otherwise, making these pancakes would not have been so easy. If she didn’t make pancakes, she would have to think of so other ways. However, making pancakes was indeed the simplest and the fastest way to earn money. She used to make and sell pancakes in her previous life, and they sold well. She didn’t have confidence in making anything else, but she felt there was an eighty percent chance with this.
She poured so oil into the pan, waited for it to heat up, placed the pancake she had just rolled out into the pan, and then began to prepare another one. The fire on the stove was very stable, and the temperature of the oil was constant, so even though she was alone, she worked very smoothly.
In no ti at all, a pancake was ready, hot to the touch. Qin Xiaonuan carefully tore off a piece, tasted it, and it was the sa flavor as the ones she had made in her past life. The outer shell was crispy, with a rich onion fragrance, and the seasoning was well-proportioned, which made the bites rich and oily.
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