Chapter 18 Song Ji, Dragon Beard Pastry

Chapter 18 Song Ji, Dragon Beard Pastry

Shen Xia would talk to him every day when she fed him medicine and gave him acupuncture, regardless of whether he could hear him or not.

Share with him what's happening at home and what you've done every day, so that he feels like he's participating in everything at home while he's lying down.

After Shen Xia finished the acupuncture, she got up and left.

But when she left, she didn't notice Song Yun's gently moving fingers.

In the afternoon, all the fermented juice was squeezed out, many buckets, because one pot could not finish it, there were only two pots on the stove, so it had to be boiled several times.

Song Jin and Song Jiang each boiled a pot.

When the first pot of malt grain was ready, pour the malt grain into the basin. Everyone was curious about the maltose that Shen Xia mentioned, so everyone was waiting in the kitchen.

Shen Xia looked at the crystal clear maltose in the basin and thought to herself that she was really smart. She had succeeded on the first try. Not bad.

Then he said to Xiaowu: "Xiaowu, bring me a few pairs of chopsticks."

Xiaowu went to take it without any curiosity.

Shen Xia picked up a lump of maltose with a pair of chopsticks, handed it to Song's mother and said, "Mom, try it first."

Song's mother was embarrassed: "Xia Xia, you eat first,"

"It's okay, mom, you eat first and give me some advice and see how it goes." Shen Xia said, if it wasn't used this way, she would definitely not want to eat first.

Then he used chopsticks to cut the rice into many pieces and gave them to Xiao Wu, Song Ming, and Song Jin respectively. Because Song Jiang was working on the stove inside, he gave it to Song Jiang last.

Song Jiang looked at what he had in his hand, curious and not knowing how to eat it.

Shen Xia also cut a piece of it into pieces and started eating it.

When we put it in our mouths, we never expected that the malt sugar tasted so good and sweet. We never expected that it tasted so wonderful!

When they melt on the tip of your tongue, the delicate touch is intoxicating, as if you are tasting a precious piece of gourmet art.

Sugar is a precious thing at this time. There is so much sugar in one pot. How much will be produced after boiling it all?

Everyone knew the idea, but they didn't expect that glutinous rice and wheat could be used to make sugar.

Shen Xia looked at Song's mother and said, "Mom, how does it taste?"

Song's mother nodded happily: "It's delicious, but it's such a waste to eat such a big piece of candy in one bite."

"Mom, don't worry. As long as we have the means, we can do as much as we want in the future."

"Sister, you are so smart!" Xiaowu praised.

"You! You always have a sweet mouth when there is something delicious." Shen Xia tapped his forehead and said.

"No, I'm still happy even if I don't have anything to eat, okay?" Xiaowu retorted.

Song Jiang was still quite shocked.

I knew in my heart that as long as I knew the method of making sugar, I would not have to worry about my future life.

Could this be what she learned in her dream?

If it had been like this before, I wouldn't have lived such a miserable life in the Shen family.

But Song Ming was used to Shen Xia's eccentricity and her strange ideas.

Everyone tasted it.

Only Song Jiang, Song Jin and Song Ming were left in the kitchen to boil malt sugar.

Then he and Song's mother came out and moved the kitchen dining table out.

It’s really inconvenient that this house doesn’t have a main room.

Fortunately, it is a sunny day today, otherwise I wouldn’t know where to work.

Then Shen Xia went back to the room and took out the rice paper.

Then he said to Song's mother, "Mom, is there any ink at home?"

"Yes! Song Yun used it before."

"Okay, please help me get it out."

Song's mother went to Song Yun's room to get it, and after a while she brought it out, with a piece of ink on the inkstone that was almost used up.

It’s good to have some of them, and of course I’m not picky.

Song's mother asked, "Xia Xia, I don't know how to use this, do you think you can use it?"

"Mom, put it on the table! I can grind the ink, and you can help me cut the paper into the shape I want."

"Ok."

After saying that, Shen Xia went into the kitchen and brought out a bowl of water. He gently poured a little water into the inkstone and began to grind the ink gently.

Grinding ink is a hard job. My arms feel a little sore before I get the effect I want.

I wonder if the original owner's work over the years was in vain? It only took him a short while to grind ink and his hands became sore.

By the time it was almost ready for use, Song's mother had already cut it.

Since it’s my first time, I don’t plan to make too much. If I can’t sell them all, I won’t be able to keep them for too long. However, malt sugar can be stored for a long time.

After everything was ready, Shen Xia went back to the room and picked up a piece of the remaining plaster that he had made that day, then carved words on it to use as a temporary mark.

When the business picks up, I will carve another one.

I dipped it lightly in ink and tried it on paper. It was pretty good.

"Song's, Dragon Beard Pastry." Song's mother murmured.

Shen Xia was shocked: "Mom can read too."

"Well, your father-in-law taught you when he was alive."

"oh,".

"Xia Xia, this is made by you, why call it Song's? Let's call it Shen's!" Song's mother suggested.

"Mom, I'm from the Song family, so everything I make belongs to the Song family." Shen Xia stared at Song's mother and said word by word.

"But——" Song's mother was troubled.

Song's mother is good in every way except that she is too soft-hearted. However, for a woman of this era, this is already very good.

Who cares? As long as she is truly kind to me, I can tolerate it.

"Mom, don't say but. If you call him Shen Ji, you will never have peace." Shen Xia said.

After listening carefully, Song's mother understood what Shen Xia meant and stopped talking.

Shen Xia made a rough mark, selected a place, and then printed all the marks at this location.

Because after packaging at this location, the mark is right above.

One hundred kilograms of glutinous rice can produce fifty kilograms of sugar, and considering the current grain price, these fifty kilograms of sugar will cost more than fifty taels, not to mention the cost of making authentic dragon beard pastry.

If this is done well, it will be a huge profit, so I chose this from the beginning.

If we take the path of dragon beard crisps, we can also take the path of malt sugar later.

Because the basin has been made, it weighs about ten pounds, so I will use it to draw the wire first.

He took out a winnowing basket that he had used before, and then poured out the soybean flour that Song's mother had made in the morning and put it in the winnowing basket.

Put maltose on the soybean powder, make a circle, two circles, three circles, and keep adding more.

Song's mother was also watching from the side, thinking that if she could learn it herself, Xia Xia wouldn't have to work so hard.

Because no one knows how to do it, Xia Xia has been doing most of the work recently, but she is exhausted.

Once those brothers have learned it, Xia Xia won't have to work so hard. She can just sit back and take orders.

Shen Xia connected them circle by circle until they were pulled as thin as silk threads, and there was a pile of them in the winnowing basket.

Then Shen Xia gently took a small piece and rolled it into a small ball, and handed it to Song's mother: "Mom, try it and see how it tastes."

"Mom won't try it, you eat it!" Song's mother waved her hand. This is candy, so expensive, and she has already eaten a big piece of it before.

"Mom, everyone has different tastes, and I want to hear your opinion!"

In the end, Song's mother couldn't refuse Shen Xia's kindness, so she had to gently take the dragon beard pastry from her hand.

Mother Song carefully held the exquisite dessert in her palm, as if it were a precious treasure.

Then, she slowly put the dragon beard crisp into her mouth, took a light bite, and chewed it slowly.

At that moment, an expression of surprise appeared on Song's mother's face.

She savored the dragon beard pastry in her mouth, feeling the unique sweetness spreading on her tongue.

The flavor is just the right amount of sweet, and unlike regular candy, it doesn’t feel sticky or overly sweet.

"Xia Xia, it's delicious, so delicious." Song's mother exclaimed sincerely, with satisfaction and joy flashing in her eyes.

Her voice was full of sincerity and gratitude, which made Shen Xia feel warm inside. Shen Xia couldn't help laughing when she saw how happy Mother Song was.

"It's OK as long as it tastes good, Mom, let's wrap it into a ball together,"

"Okay." After saying that, he sat down next to the winnowing basket and wrapped them with Shen Xia.

"They are the same size, put ten on a piece of paper." Shen Xia said.

"Ok."

Song's mother's hands were used to embroidery, and she learned things very quickly, and soon she was even better than Shen Xia.

When one pot was finished, I saw that half of the soybean flour was still left.

Shen Xia went into the kitchen to see if they had finished cooking the next pot.

At this time, the next pot of food is ready.

It's still a little hot, I need to cool down.

I continued making the dragon beard cakes in the afternoon and used up all the soybean flour.

I used up half of the maltose and had half left.

I packed a hundred packets of dragon beard cakes and can try them tomorrow.