Looking for the sweet scent in the air, Yunshan immediately spotted the vegetable jar still cooking maltose on the simple stove.
Attracted by the fragrance, he subconsciously walked closer and looked down, and saw the maltose rolling and bubbling in the jar. The fragrance became stronger and stronger, and the sweetness made Yunshan swallow his saliva subconsciously.
What the hell is this?
Yunshan was stunned for a moment, completely confused about the situation, but the instinctive yearning for delicious desserts among poor people prompted him to have an urge to eat them.
Subconsciously licking his lips, Yunshan suppressed his desire to eat, turned around and interrupted Jiang Susu, who was hugging Yunjing while blaming him with comfort, and said: "My mother, come and see what this is."
Jiang Susu hugged Yunjing and didn't move, but when she heard the sound, she looked over and asked, "Dad, what's wrong?"
At this moment, Jiang Susu's eyes were red. Firstly, she was afraid of something happening to Yunjing, and secondly, she felt sorry for her precious son. You must know that from the time Yunjing was born until now, not to mention being beaten, even being reprimanded loudly was nothing.
number.
This was a ball of flesh that had fallen off my body. I had beaten it, but after the beating, I felt a little regretful. It was a complicated feeling.
Yunshan didn't know how to answer, so he could only point at the vegetable jar and frown and said, "Come and take a look. I don't know what Xiaojing did. I actually smelled the scent of sugar, and it was better than the sugar we ate that day."
There is so much fragrance that it is simply incomparable!”
Is there such a thing?
Jiang Susu was stunned when she heard this, and at the same time she smelled a hint of sweetness in the air.
To be honest, 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 her nose and sniffed a few more times. Her mouth was filled with saliva and she couldn't help but swallow her saliva. She forgot to comfort her.
The cloud scenery inside.
Yunjing, whose face was smeared with tears and snot, and whose butt hurt so much that he couldn't help but twitch all over, realized it at this moment, and couldn't help lamenting in his heart, my maltose...
Resisting the discomfort in his buttocks, he turned around and looked around, thinking that the success would be ruined by such a interruption. If the success fell short, his plan would be in vain.
He didn't see it clearly at first glance. He wiped his tear-filled eyes with his sleeve before he could see the simple stove clearly.
When brewing maltose, he had always carefully controlled the heat. At this time, the flame in the stove was almost extinguished, and he could not smell the burnt smell. It should not be a failure of the secret passage, but he was beaten and stopped stirring during the brewing process.
The taste of the final maltose product will definitely be affected.
Jiang Susu, who smelled the scent of maltose, thought for a while, looked down at Yunjing, hardened her heart and said with a straight face: "Now you know it was wrong, right? Don't do this again in the future, okay? Play with fire again and steal things from home next time.
The beating was worse than this time, and we even asked your grandfather to beat you too!"
"I don't dare. I don't dare anymore. I will behave from now on." Yunjing quickly admitted his mistake.
At this moment, Yun Jingxin, who admitted his mistake, told me to teach me a lesson. I accepted it seriously, but I can't guarantee whether there will be a next time...
"That's good." Seeing her precious son's sincere attitude in admitting his mistake, Jiang Susu nodded distressedly, then picked him up and went over to see what was going on.
When I got closer, I saw that the maltose in the jar had stopped boiling. The color of the sugar was amber and slightly brown. The aroma of the maltose was even stronger. When I smelled that aroma, Jiang Susu's mouth watered uncontrollably.
Naturally, she didn’t know that this stuff was maltose. She looked at it and shook her head and said, “It’s very fragrant. It does taste like sugar. And as her father just said, it’s much more fragrant than the sugar we ate that day.
There’s no comparison, but I don’t know if it’s real sugar.”
Taking advantage of the opportunity to get closer, Yunjing also took a look at the situation in the jar.
How should I put it, even though I was beaten badly, the maltose was still brewed successfully.
However, after taking a look at Yunjing, I was actually dissatisfied, because there were obviously impurities in the maltose, which was caused by factors that were not filtered well. Although there were not many impurities, they affected the appearance of the maltose. In Yunjing's memory, maltose
It should be as clear as honey.
Also, if the cooking process is interrupted by parents in advance, the water will not evaporate sufficiently, and the taste will inevitably be affected to a certain extent.
But all in all, although it has not reached a satisfactory level, it can be regarded as a success.
At this time, Yunshan swallowed his saliva again and couldn't help but suggested: "I think this is sugar, you will know if you try it!"
Sugar is not a luxury that ordinary people should think of. Now that such an attractive thing is in front of them, it makes sense that Yunshan can't help but 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 after eating it?"
Yunshan thought the same thing. He looked at the maltose reluctantly and frowned, "What should I do? Throw it away?"
No, I managed to get it out, and my butt was almost split because of it...
Hearing his father's words, Yunjing felt anxious.
Fortunately, Jiang Susu stopped his prodigal proposal and shook her head to signal him not to throw it away in a hurry. Without being sure what it was, she asked Yun Jing in her arms: "Xiao Jing, what is that?"
In fact, Jiang Susu also wants to eat it...
After she asked this question, she felt that it was unnecessary. Her son was only a two-year-old kid, so it was strange that he could know what he made up randomly.
Yunjing breathed a sigh of relief as the maltose he finally got out was not thrown away.
Of course he knew what it was, but he couldn't explain it clearly, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain that a two-year-old baby could make out the candy that poor people dream about, so he simply asked questions and shook his head as if he had been beaten.
:"I do not know"
"You don't know what you did?" Yunshan muttered angrily, naturally not expecting to get an answer from Yunjing.
At this moment, Yunjing was thinking quickly about how he could quietly tell his parents about this maltose-making technology that could be called 'turning stone into gold'.
Whether they believe it or not when you tell them about the production process is one thing. How you know it can't be explained. They can only 'brain' and 'summarize' the specific production process, but this obviously requires their own attention.
Only sensual guidance will do.
And he must have made the maltose by 'coincidence'!
He is too young now, and Yunjing doesn't want to be a little monster who can't understand in the eyes of his parents.
In fact, if Yunjing was more than ten years older, he wouldn't have so many worries. There are many excuses, but now he doesn't want to act too different.
Instead of trying to improve family life in a hurry for quick success and showing off all kinds of extraordinary things that don't match his age, he is bound to become a stranger in the eyes of his parents and family, which is not what Yunjing wants.
He loves this home and its subtle warmth. Even if his life is poorer and more miserable, and his life is ordinary, he doesn't want to feel distant from his parents.
Thoughts flashed in his mind, Yunjing still looked like he was scared after being beaten, pointed at the jar, shrank his neck and said: "Cook rice..."
Ugh~!
Yunjing couldn't help but feel chills when he said the words "cook rice". He knew that this was the way to express himself at his age, but he couldn't help but get goosebumps.
Looking at the fragrant maltose, Yunshan turned back to Yunjing and glared: "You tell me this is called cooking?"
Sugar can be made from 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: "Xiao Jing, my dear, how did you get the things in the jar? Can you tell me the specific process? Don't worry, tell me slowly as you think about it. It doesn't matter if you can't remember, my mother won't hit you.
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At this moment, Jiang Susu just wanted to confirm whether it was real candy and whether it could be eaten. She had not yet associated it with economic aspects. There was no other way. Rural women had little knowledge and could not read a single word. Her head did not turn around for a moment.
quick.
A country woman like Jiang Susu doesn't know whether she is lucky or unlucky.
Let’s call her lucky. She can see everything in this life at a glance. She is straightforward, simple, and often very slow. Without special opportunities, she can only spin around in that three-quarter acre of land for the rest of her life. To put it sadly, this way
My life is just to make up the numbers in this world.
Call her unfortunate. It is easy to be satisfied with such a life. Although she has little knowledge, she thinks less and naturally has fewer worries.
Where is the cloud scene? At this moment, I have to rack my brains to find a way to let them understand how maltose is made, so as to improve the living conditions of the family.
Speaking of which, even though he was beaten up after his parents discovered how to make maltose, Yunjing could directly take the opportunity to let them know how to make maltose, saving him the trouble of telling them how to make maltose directly.
He couldn't laugh or cry in his heart. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?
After all, the feeling of being beaten is still unpleasant.
Putting away his wild thoughts, Yunjing quickly thought about how to let his parents know that the maltose was made by "coincidence" by himself, and let them "brain" and "perfect" the production process without leaving any trace...
This chapter has been completed!