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Chapter 22 Fortune and Misfortune
Searching for the sweet scent in the air, Yunshan saw the vegetable jar still boiling maltose on the simple stove.

Attracted by the fragrance, he subconsciously approached and looked down, and saw the bubbling maltose in the jar. The fragrance became stronger and stronger, and the slight sweetness made Yunshan subconsciously swallow his saliva.

What the hell is this?
Yun Shan was taken aback, completely confused about the situation, but the instinctive yearning for delicious desserts from poor people made him feel an urge to eat them.

Subconsciously licking his lips, Yun Shan suppressed his desire to eat, turned his head and interrupted Jiang Susu, who was hugging Yun Jing while blaming and comforting, and said, "My mother, come and see what this is."

Jiang Susu didn't move with her arms around Yunjing, but she still looked over when she heard the voice and asked, "His father, what's the matter?"

At this moment, Jiang Susu's eyes are red. One is because he is afraid of something unexpected happening to Yunjing, and the other is because he feels sorry for his precious son. You must know that since Yunjing was born until now, not to mention being beaten, even being reprimanded loudly is very difficult. number.

This is the lump of flesh that fell off from my body, I beat it all, but after I beat it, I feel a little regretful, not to mention how complicated that feeling is.

Yunshan didn't know how to answer, so he could only point to the vegetable jar and frowned and said, "Let's take a look, I don't know, Xiaojing made it, I actually smelled the smell of candy, and it was cheaper than the candy we ate that day. There is so much fragrance, it is simply incomparable!"

Is there such a thing?

Jiang Susu was taken aback when he heard the words, and at the same time, he could smell the slightest sweetness in the air.

To be reasonable, poor people may not be able to taste delicious desserts all year round. At this time, Jiang Susu, who smelled the aroma of maltose, sniffed his nose subconsciously and sniffed a few more times. The cloudscape is gone.

With tears and snot all over his face, Yun Jing, whose butt was so painful that he couldn't help but twitch, also reacted at this moment, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, my maltose...

Suppressing the discomfort in his buttocks, he turned his head and looked, thinking that it would be a waste of success if he interrupted him like this.

He didn't see it clearly at first glance, and wiped his tear-filled eyes with his sleeves before he saw the situation of the simple stove.

When he was cooking maltose, he had been carefully controlling the heat. At this time, the flame in the stove was about to go out, and he didn't smell the burnt smell. It shouldn't be because of a secret failure, but he was beaten and stopped stirring during the cooking. The taste of the final maltose product will definitely be affected.

Jiang Susu, who smelled the aroma of maltose, thought for a while, looked down at Yunjing, hardened his heart and said with a straight face: "Now you know that you are wrong? Don't do this in the future, you know? Play with fire and steal things from home next time." The beating was even worse than this time, and we asked your grandfather to beat you too!"

"Don't dare, don't dare, I will be obedient in the future", Yun Jing quickly admitted his mistake.

Yun Jing, who admitted his mistake at this moment, said that I will take the lesson seriously, but I can't guarantee if there will be a next time...

"That's good." Seeing his precious son's sincere attitude of admitting his mistakes, Jiang Susu nodded distressedly, and then picked him up to see what happened.

Taking a closer look, the maltose in the jar had stopped boiling, the color of the sugar was amber and slightly brownish, and the aroma of maltose became more intense. Jiang Susu's mouth drools uncontrollably when he smelled the aroma.

Naturally, she didn't know it was maltose. She looked at it and shook her head and said, "It's very fragrant, it really tastes like sugar, and as his father said just now, it tastes much, much better than the sugar we ate that day. There’s no way to compare, but I don’t know if it’s real sugar.”

Taking the opportunity of approaching, Yun Jing also took a look at the situation in the jar.

How should I put it, even though I was beaten badly, maltose was successfully brewed.

However, after taking a look at Yunjing, he was actually dissatisfied, because there were obviously impurities in the maltose, which were caused by factors that were not filtered well. Although there were not many impurities, it affected the appearance of the maltose. In Yunjing's memory, maltose It should be as clear as honey.

What's more, if the cooking process is interrupted by the parents in advance, the water will not evaporate enough, and the taste will inevitably be affected to a certain extent.

But all in all, although it did not reach a satisfactory level, it can be called a success.

At this time, Yunshan swallowed again and couldn't help but suggested: "I think this is sugar, you will know if you try it!"

Sugar, that is not a luxury that ordinary people should think about. Now that such an attractive thing is in front of them, it is reasonable for Yunshan to want to try it.

Fortunately, as a woman, Jiang Susu was more thoughtful than him, she shook her head and stopped, "No, who knows what Xiaojing made, what if something goes wrong?"

Yun Shan thought about it, and looked at Maltose reluctantly and frowned: "Then what should I do, throw it away?"

No, I managed to get it out, and my ass was almost opened because of it...

Hearing what his father said, Yun Jing was very anxious.

Fortunately, Jiang Susu stopped his prodigal proposal, and shook her head to signal him not to rush to throw it away. On the premise that she was not sure what it was, she asked Yun Jing in her arms, "Xiao Jing, what is that?"

In fact, Jiang Susu herself also wants to eat...

After she asked this question, she felt that it was unnecessary. Her son was only a two-year-old kid. It would be strange to know what something was made out of random things.

Yunjing heaved a sigh of relief that the maltose that was finally produced was not thrown away.

Of course he knew what it was, but he couldn't explain it clearly, otherwise he would not be able to explain that a two-year-old doll can make the candy that the poor people dream of, so he simply asked a question and shook his head like he was beaten. :"I do not know"

"You didn't know what you did?" Yun Shan muttered angrily, naturally he didn't expect to get an answer from Yun Jing.

At this moment, Yunjing was thinking quickly, how could he tell his parents about this maltose making technique called "Turning Stone into Gold" in a calm manner.

It’s one thing for them to believe it or not when I tell them about the production process, and I can’t explain how I know it. They can only “summarize” the specific production process by their own brains, but this obviously requires me to stay by myself Only sensual guidance will do.

And I must have made the maltose by 'coincidence'!
Now that he is too young, Yunjing doesn't want to be a little monster who can't understand in the eyes of his parents.

In fact, if Yun Jing was ten years older, he wouldn't have so many worries. Some of them were just excuses, but now he doesn't want to behave too differently.

Compared with eager for quick success and instant benefit to improve family life, and thus show all kinds of extraordinary things that do not match his age, he is bound to become a stranger in the eyes of his parents and family members, which is not what Yunjing wants.

He loves this home, and likes the warmth of the home. Even if life is a little poorer and life is ordinary, he doesn't want to have a sense of distance from his parents.

Thoughts flickered, Yun Jing still looked cowardly after being beaten, pointed at the jar and shrank his neck and said, "Cooking rice..."

Hey~!

Saying the words "cooking rice", Yunjing himself couldn't help but feel a chill, knowing that this is the way of expression at his age, but he couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Looking at the fragrant maltose, Yun Shan turned his head and glared at Yun Jing, "Did you tell me this is called cooking?"

Sugar can be produced by cooking rice. Although I haven't read the book, I definitely don't believe it!

"Don't scare the child," Jiang Susu glared at him.

Then he asked Yun Jing: "Little Jing, how did you get the things in the jar? Can you tell mother the specific process? Don't worry, take your time and talk slowly. It doesn't matter if you don't remember, mother won't hit you up"

At this moment, Jiang Susu just wanted to confirm whether it was real candy and whether it could be eaten, but he didn't associate it with the economic aspect. There was no way. Rural women, with little experience, didn't know a big character, and their heads didn't turn so much for a while. quick.

A country woman like Jiang Susu didn't know whether to say it was lucky or unlucky.

Let's say she is lucky, the life in this life can be seen at a glance, straightforward, simple, often very dull, without special encounters, all her life can only be circled on the one-acre three-point land, to put it in a sad word, so My life is just to make up the number in this world.

Let’s say she is unfortunate, such a life is easy to be satisfied, although she has little knowledge, but she thinks less, and naturally there are fewer worries.

Where is it like Yunjing, now they have to rack their brains to find a way to let them understand how maltose is made, so as to improve the family's living conditions.

Having said that, even though he was beaten up by his parents for breaking the maltose production, Yunjing could take the opportunity to let them know about the maltose production, saving him the trouble of directly bringing out the maltose and mentioning it to them.

He couldn't laugh or cry, was this a good thing or a bad thing?

After all, the feeling of being beaten is still uncomfortable.

Putting away his unrestrained thoughts, Yunjing hurriedly thought about how to let his parents know that the maltose was made by his own foolishness 'coincidence', and let them 'perfect' the production process without any trace...

(End of this chapter)