Chapter 75 Maltose is made

Author: Winter Moon

Chapter 75 Maltose is made

"Sister Three, can you eat it?"

Baiyegen was guarding the stove and drooling. Baiguoer, who was burning fire, stretched his eyes and looked at him, "I can smell the fragrance of sugar."

Po Li stood beside him and watched. Seeing her little granddaughter stirring in the pot with a spoon again, she was very surprised. She also stirred brown sugar last time, and it was so easy to make sugar?

However, compared to brown sugar, this malt sugar costs glutinous rice, and fortunately there are a lot of glutinous rice at home.

Bai Fu'er was sweating profusely, "Grandma, come and serve me. It's too hot and my hands are sore."

Po Li stepped forward and took over the hand, stirred and asked, "Fu'er, did you learn this thing from Grandma Lan?"

The lady Lan can make maltose, and the family lives well with this skill. I heard that this is her secret recipe. Until now, her eldest son has learned it, but even the daughter-in-law can’t do it.

"You Grandma Lan is not allowed to see when you make candy. Where did you see it?"

Bai Fu'er blinked and said a lie, "I've seen Grandma Lan feed pigs with malt, and I've also seen her soak glutinous rice. I've looked at it a little bit and a little bit on the west side. I guess it's OK. I'm going to give it a try today."

The syrup in the pot is almost done, and Po Li's subordinates keep stirring up their hearts and are competing. How did her little granddaughter's brain come out? Can you guess the secret recipe?

No matter what, the syrup in the pot has been formed. Seeing that it was almost done, Bai Fuer first brought a bowl, put it in part, and then put it in a dustpan full of flour. "Grandma, I don't dare to do this. It's too hot. Can you do it? Just pull it and rub it and make it into small strips."

Although Po Li had never done it, she was eager to try it. She wrapped the flour with syrup and started to get started. Bai Fuer took two prepared bamboo sticks to pick the sugar. After stirring the two small sticks, it turned into a stir-frying candy.

"Leaf."

Baiyegen took it rare, stuck out his tongue and licked it, and narrowed his eyes happily, "So sweet, third sister is so awesome."

Baiguoer was learning from her own hands and gave her a big piece. She was so happy that she smiled. Po Li didn't care about them. The wheat ears she picked up by her two granddaughters were not just that little. She planted glutinous rice every year at home. She didn't spend money on her own things, so she was happy.

"Grandma, try one."

Po Li opened her mouth and immediately smiled, "This thing is so delicious, delicious."

Zhang Xiaobao came and carried a bucket. He came to deliver small fish to Baifu'er. When he entered the door, he smelled the candy smell. Po Li greeted him and gave her a piece of malt sugar he had made. The first time he made it was not very good, but the smell was there. Zhang Xiaobao's eyes were lit up happily. He never expected that Grandma Li would make candy.

"Grandma Li, you are so awesome."

Fu'er nodded with a smile, "My grandma is already amazing. Come and taste this stir-frying candy."

After thinking about it, Po Li laughed and said that she knew her, she was better than her granddaughter, even if Po Zi Lan knew, could she still argue with her?

Zhang Xiaobao was happily eating candy, "Fu'er, can I take another one for my sister to take back?"

"Take it, bring two more."

Zhang Xiaobao ran away happily after getting the candy. When he got home, he announced that his grandmother of Baijia would do the candy. He looked at Zhang Qingqing enviously, "Sister, you will have endless candy in the future."

"You learn it, and when you learn it, you can cook it whenever you want."

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

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

How important is the recipe for making sugar? Didn’t you see that Grandma Lan hasn’t taught her to her wife at home yet?

If there are children and daughters in a hundred families, it will be the turn of grandson and daughter-in-law.

Zhang Qingqing nodded obediently, turned around and went to work hard again.

The scorching sun hangs high, cicadas chirping, the village's grain drying grounds, village roads and various courtyards are full of wheat, peas and other grains, and the harvest is full of harvest.

Bai Changfu and others were busy in the grain drying ground wearing straw hats. Bai Fuer and others went to deliver water. The pot covered with dilute sugar was reluctant to waste it. Li Po was add water and boiled it and soaked it with bamboo leaves to remove the heat. It was a unique feeling.

Bai Changqing wiped his sweat, scooped up a bowl of water and smacked his lips, "Why is this water still sweet?"

Bai Guoer was very proud, "Dad, this is our pot water. Doesn't it taste good?"

"Wash the pot of water?"

Drinking another bowl of water Bai Changqing became even more confused. Bai Guoer laughed happily when she saw it, saying, "It's a good thing to wash the pot of water."

Bai Nanxing and others surrounded him, sweating all over his neck, "Just this day, you can dry all the wheat in two days."

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

There are more than a hundred families in the grain drying farm. Others have drunk all their own water and come to ask for a bowl of water to drink. Once they drink the water from these hundred families, they feel embarrassed. It’s sweet!

Bai Changqing got Bai Fu'er's tip and chatted happily with everyone, "My mother made some sugar and put it in the water to stir it. It smelled a lot."

"Ma Li can make candy?"

Why have I never heard of it? They thought that Po Li could only look at water bowls.

Bai Changqing said casually: "I always know it, but I just think it's troublesome and don't want to move."

These people are envious of them, they are all old wives. Their mother knows how to pick chickens’ butts. In addition to knowing how to make money by looking at water bowls, Baijia can also make sugar. Comparing people with others is so annoying.

However, the Baijia people didn't care about the extra maltose technology at home. They thought that the children had nothing to do to satisfy their cravings, which was not as much as brown sugar. After working on the fields, they started to tidy up the river beach and plant sugarcane.

Bai Chang'an came back in the evening. He had always been steady and entered the door happily. "Dad, there is an old man named Zhang in the city. I found me and wanted to ask you to help with the funeral. I agreed without discussing it with you."

This was the first time they received a job in the city, and there was no reason not to agree.

Bailihui became energetic, thought for a while and started to arrange it. "Take this opportunity to go to the city to see the house tomorrow, Fang'er moved back. Your things are still in the yard of Qianyuan Temple. Even the chickens are being fed by others, so they should go and settle them."

"Old woman, just get some food for Fang'er, just forget about firewood. I'm too lazy to take it. If I don't have it, go buy it."

"You look at the arrangements for the rest."

As he said that, he said to Bai Chang'an and Bai Changqing: "Please pack everything you need to clean up, leave early tomorrow morning and bring Yuan Bai with him."

The little monk Yuanbai has been doing many funerals with the Baijia over the years. He is very experienced and is also very popular with the master's family.

"I notify Zhang Liuniang to prepare, and if necessary, she will have to go there."

They asked Zhang Erniang to follow him to cry, but Zhang Quan refused. As a result, Zhang Liuniang from the Zhang family came to the door and recommended herself. She was still a little talented in crying. In the past two years, under the guidance of Bailihui, she has made a lot of effort in crying. Every time she cried in the mourning hall, she could make the listener sad and the listener shed tears.
Chapter completed!