The space doctor girl became the favorite of exiled ministers

After listening to Jiang Zhiluo's words, Old Madam Cui felt a sore feeling in her heart, which was both touching and heartwarming.

This daughter-in-law is really kind, she is as caring as a little padded jacket, she not only treats Cui Hejin with heart, but also treats her well.

Mrs. Cui choked slightly and said: "Zhiluo, don't work too hard, you are working hard inside and outside the house, you have to take good care of yourself."

Jiang Zhiluo smiled softly and said, "Mother, don't worry, I won't be tired, and if I do something every day, I will still feel fulfilled."

Being busy with this thing every day is incomparable to being busy in the organization in the previous life.

Mrs. Cui knew that Jiang Zhiluo was comforting her, "Don't worry, I can do many things even if I get better."

When she was in good health, Mrs. Cui was also a very capable person. At that time, she managed the entire Cui Mansion in an orderly manner.

In fact, Jiang Zhiluo didn't want Mrs. Cui to be tired.

But Mrs. Cui also felt sorry for her.

In this life, it's great that she can get along with Cui Hejin's mother like a mother and daughter.

In the ancient times of that life, his mother died early, which became the pain in his heart.

Jiang Zhiluo boiled the medicine while talking with Mrs. Cui, and poured it to Mrs. Cui after the medicine was ready.

Another jar of medicine was poured into a bowl, and she entered the room and handed it to Cui Hejin, saying, "Drink the medicine first."

Cui Hejin stretched out her snow-white hand to take the bowl.

Jiang Zhiluo only felt that her fingers accidentally touched Cui Hejin's fingertips, and in an instant, a cool and tingling feeling rushed to her heart through her fingers.

Jiang Zhiluo's ears felt hot, and she coughed, "Cough...cough..."

I almost choked without breathing.

Cui Hejin's poetic eyes fell on her, and her voice was as elegant and gentle as moonlight, but tinged with an imperceptible worry, "But what's wrong with your body?"

Jiang Zhiluo was stunned by Cui Hejin's question.

She looked at him, his slender fingers held the medicine bowl in his hand, and his eyes lingered on her body. There was a trace of tenderness in his light expression, which made people feel warm ripples in their hearts.

She thought it must be her illusion.

Jiang Zhiluo settled her mind, shook her head and said, "I'm fine, you drink the medicine first."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Zhiluo hurried out of the room.

She looked at her fingertips, feeling helpless, "He has such a great influence on me!"

After Mrs. Cui drank the medicine, she saw Jiang Zhiluo standing beside her with a somewhat absent-minded look, and she asked worriedly: "Zhiluo, why don't you go back to the house and take a rest, if you have any work, you can tell mother, and mother will do it. "

Mrs. Cui felt that Zhiluo must have been tired after taking care of Hejin last night.

Hearing Mrs. Cui's voice, Jiang Zhiluo suddenly came back to her senses and said, "Ah, mother, I'm not sleepy, I was just thinking, after a while the glutinous rice and malt are fermented, and I can make maltose."

When Mrs. Cui heard this, she was also very excited and said: "Mother will accompany you to do it together."

I don't know why, but her favorite thing to do now is to make things with Zhiluo. This kind of process is full of expectations.

She also looks forward to making maltose by herself.

Jiang Zhiluo looked at Mrs. Cui's expression, smiled and said, "Okay."

Jiang Zhiluo also smelled a fresh scent of malt at this moment, she opened the lid of the pot and found that water had come out of it.

Mrs. Cui came over to take a look, and she just thought it was amazing, "It smells sweet and sweet, and it smells very good."

"I never imagined that glutinous rice and malt can be used to make maltose."

Jiang Zhiluo said: "Actually, the method is simple. With such a big pot, we can make a lot of maltose."

Mrs. Cui heard what Jiang Zhiluo said about fermentation, she asked curiously: "Is this the fermentation?"

Jiang Zhiluo nodded and said, "Well, it usually takes an hour and a half to ferment, and this will be just right."

Jiang Zhiluo pressed it in with a spoon, and the rich juice came out.

"Zhiluo, what should I do next?"

Jiang Zhiluo said: "Mother, we need clean gauze, filter these, and filter out the water."

Mrs. Cui now understands what Jiang Zhiluo means when she hears about filtering.

Sometimes the daughter-in-law will say some new words, but she can't understand them at first, but after a long time, she will understand what they mean.

Mrs. Cui went to get clean gauze and a large basin for filtering.

After bringing everything, Jiang Zhiluo scooped the fermented glutinous rice malt onto the gauze, and filtered the wort water from the gauze.

"It's slower this way, I'll squeeze it with my hands."

Mrs. Cui had already washed her hands very clean, so she gently squeezed them with gauze.

Jiang Zhiluo also helped, and after filtering all the juice into the big basin, the dregs could be removed.

"Mom, I don't need these scum, it can be dumped."

Mrs. Cui was a bit reluctant and said: "These can be eaten by chickens."

Jiang Zhiluo was stunned for a moment, yes, these can be used to feed the chickens, "It really shouldn't be wasted."

In the case of Cui's family, it is a little bit to save a little.

"Mother, all these in the pot must be filtered out."

"Okay, filter it all out, it should be able to make a lot of maltose."

Jiang Zhiluo nodded and said, "Well, there are many things you can do. When the time comes, cut it into small pieces and wrap them in oiled paper, it will be a piece of candy."

Mrs. Cui said: "When I used to sell eggs at the market in the town, I saw that the stalls selling snacks and sugar had the most people."

"Children like to eat sweet things. For parents, they are reluctant to buy anything when they live frugally on weekdays. They wish they could spend a penny in half, but children like candy. Sometimes people are willing to buy something like candied haws.”

"People in the village may go to the market, and after shopping around, they don't buy anything, so they buy a piece of candy for the children."

"During the Chinese New Year last year, Shanmao next door was playing with a group of children at the door with a piece of caramel. He was reluctant to eat it, just licked it, and made a group of children cry, screaming."

At that time, Mrs. Cui could hear the cries of children outside at home, it was so loud.

In the past in the capital, if others told her, Mrs. Cui might not understand.

But after living in the village for a year and seeing the living conditions of everyone in the village with her own eyes, Mrs. Cui understood everything.

Jiang Zhiluo could imagine such a scene.

Thinking of my younger brothers and sisters, I feel a little sad, and I don't know how my father is doing with the bellows.

"Mother, our village is very close to the town, and there is a pier over there, so people come and go, it's very lively, and everyone never thought about making some snacks or something."

Mrs. Cui shook her head and said: "How can people in the village do this? Everyone is reluctant to use white noodles for their daily meals, and they are all half full. They don't want to waste white noodles, meat and vegetables to study food."

"Either it is to pass on the craft from family to family, or to be an apprentice."

"Before I heard people say that it is hard work to be an apprentice. What you do is all chores, and the master may not be willing to teach, so some people may not be able to learn a little bit even if they study for nothing for a few years."

"It's just that I have eaten a lot of things before, and I can't do it even if I am asked to do it."

At most, she would give Zhiluo a shot.

But seeing that Zhiluo's hands can conjure up tricks in everything, Mrs. Cui felt really amazing.

When Jiang Zhiluo listened, she understood, no wonder the food culture in this era is a little backward, because cooking is also a kind of craft, and it is all in her own hands, no one would think of passing on the craft.