My whole family is dancing

Chapter 75 Maltose is made

"Third sister, can I eat it?"

Baiyegen stood in front of the stove, drooling, and Bai Guoer, who was burning the fire, stretched his neck to look, "I can smell the scent of sugar."

Madam Li stood beside her and watched, seeing her little granddaughter stirring in the pot with a spoon again, she was very surprised. The last time I boiled brown sugar was the same way. Is it so easy to make sugar?
However, compared to brown sugar, this maltose is more expensive than glutinous rice. Fortunately, there are a lot of glutinous rice at home.

Momofuku was sweating profusely, "Grandma, please come for me, it's too hot, and your hands are sore."

Granny Li stepped forward to take it, and while stirring, she asked, "Fu'er, did you learn this from Granny Lan?"

Mrs. Lan can make maltose, and the family has a good life relying on this craft. I heard that this is her secret recipe. So far, her eldest son has learned it, but her daughters-in-law can't.

"When your mother-in-law is making candy, no one is allowed to see it. Where did you see it?"

Bai Fuer blinked, and the lie came, "I've seen Granny Lan feed the pigs with malt, and I've also seen her soaking glutinous rice, look a little east, look a little west, take a guess and you'll get it, not today. Give it a try."

The syrup in the pot is about to be finished, and Madam Li's subordinates keep stirring her heart to compete. How did her little granddaughter's brain come to be, so that she can guess the secret recipe?
No matter what, the syrup in the pot has already formed. Seeing that it is almost the same, Momofuku will bring a bowl first, put a part of it and put the rest in a dustpan covered with flour, "Grandma, I don't dare to come here. , it's too hot, why don't you come, just pull it and rub it, and make it into small strips."

Although Mrs. Li had never done it before, she was eager to try it. She wrapped the syrup in flour and started to use it. Baifuer took the two prepared bamboo sticks to pick the sugar syrup, and stirred the two small sticks. It's become candy.

"The leaves."

Bai Yegen took it in a rarity, stretched out his tongue to lick it, and narrowed his eyes happily, "It's so sweet, the third sister is amazing."

Bai Guoer learned how to use her own hands and gave herself a big piece. She smiled happily, and Li didn't care about them. She used more than the wheat ears her two granddaughters gathered. Planting every year, own things do not cost money, just be happy.

"Grandma, try one."

Madam Li opened her mouth and smiled immediately, "This thing is really fragrant and delicious."

Zhang Xiaobao came, carrying a bucket. He came to deliver small fish to Baifuer. When he entered the door, he smelled the fragrance of sugar. Madam Li greeted him and gave her a piece of maltose made by herself. Is it the first time? It was beautiful, but the taste was there, Zhang Xiaobao's eyes lit up with joy, he never thought that Grandma Li would still make candy.

"Grandma Li, you are amazing."

Fu'er nodded with a smile, "My grandmother is amazing, come and try this candy."

After thinking about it, Madam Li laughed, saying that she would be better than her granddaughter, even if Madam Lan knew that she could still have a theory?

Zhang Xiaobao happily ate the candy, "Fu'er, can I have another one for my sister to bring back?"

"Bring it, bring two more."

Zhang Xiaobao got the candy and ran away happily. When he got home, he announced that his grandmother would make candy. He looked at Zhang Qingqing enviously, "Sister, you will have more candy in the future."

"You learn it, you can eat it when you want to do it when you learn it."

Qingqingniang scolded him, "Don't talk nonsense, can you learn the recipe for making candy?"

"Qingqing, don't listen to your brother's nonsense."

How important is the recipe for making candy, didn't you see that mother-in-law Lan hasn't taught it to her daughter-in-law yet?

Hundreds of families have sons and daughters, and wherever it is the grandson and daughter-in-law's turn.

Zhang Qingqing nodded obediently, then turned to go back to work.

The scorching sun was high, the cicadas were chirping, and the grain drying field in the village, the village roads and the houses and courtyards were all covered with grains such as wheat and peas, a scene of a bumper harvest.

Bai Changfu and others were busy in the grain drying field wearing straw hats. A few Bai Fuer went to deliver water. The bottom of the pot was covered with sugar syrup, and Mrs. Li was reluctant to waste it. She added water and boiled it, then soaked it in bamboo leaves and put it on fire. .

Bai Changqing wiped off his sweat, scooped up a bowl of water and smacked his lips after drinking it, "Why is this water so sweet?"

Bai Guo'er was very proud, "Father, this is our family's pot-washing water, doesn't it taste good?"

"Brush the pot of water?"

After drinking another bowl of water, Bai Changqing became even more confused. Bai Guo’er laughed cheerfully when she saw it, and said everything again, saying, “It’s also a good thing to wash pot of water.”

Bai Nanxing gathered around, sweating on his neck, "On this day, the wheat can be dried in two days."

While talking and drinking water, they all praised the water.

There are more than [-] families in the grain drying farm. Others come to ask for a bowl of water after drinking their own water. Once they drink the water from these [-] families, they are embarrassed, sweet!

Bai Changqing got Bai Fu'er's reminder, and chatted with everyone cheerfully, "My mother made some sugar and stirred it in the water. It has a lot of flavors."

"Mr. Li can make candy?"

Why had never heard of it, they thought Madam Li would only look at water bowls.

Bai Changqing said very casually: "It has always been, but it's too troublesome and I don't want to move."

These people are envious. They are all old wives. Their mothers know how to pick chicken butts. In addition to watching water bowls to make money, Baijia can also make candy. People are more mad than people.

However, the hundred family members did not care that there was another craft of making maltose at home. They just thought that the children had nothing to do to satisfy their hunger, and it was not as good as the money for brown sugar. Busy cleaning up the beach to plant sugar cane.

Bai Changan came back in the evening, and he, who has always been prudent, entered the door with a cheerful expression, "Father, there is an old man in the city with the surname Zhang, and I found that I want to ask you to help with the funeral. I have not discussed it with you. Immediately respond."

This was the first time they had received work from the city, and there was no reason for them not to agree.

Bailihui came to his senses, and after thinking about it, he began to show up, "Take this opportunity to go to the city tomorrow to see that house, Fang'er will move back, and your things are still in the courtyard of Qianyuanguan. Here, even the chickens are helped to feed, so they should be put back and put back."

"Old lady, you can get some food for Fang'er. Forget the firewood. If you are too lazy to take it, go buy it if you don't have it."

"The rest you see the arrangement."

As he spoke, he said to Bai Changan and Bai Changqing, "Everything that needs to be cleaned up, leave early tomorrow morning and bring Yuan Bai with you."

The little monk Yuanbai has done a lot of white affairs with Baijia over the years. He is very experienced and is very popular with the master.

"Notify Zhang Liuniang to prepare, and let her go if needed."

Back then, they asked Zhang Erniang to follow him to the funeral, but Zhang Quan refused to do it. As a result, Zhang Liuniang from the Zhang family came to the door and offered herself a recommendation. She was still a little gifted in mourning. Little, every time I cry in the mourning hall, it can make the listener sad and the listener cry.

(End of this chapter)