It turns out that although nomads are accustomed to eating various dairy products, the "brushed cheese" Su Qingluan knew did not appear.
Although similar "milk tofu" and "dried milk" are also made using a similar "casein reaction", their texture is harder, somewhat similar to the "milk slices" that Su Qingluan ate in her previous life.
But if you think about it, you can understand that although "brushed cheese" is very simple to make, it requires strict temperature control. No matter whether the temperature is too low or too high, the ideal effect cannot be achieved.
Sometimes, from zero to one, the first step from scratch is the most difficult step, so even though Su Qingluan thinks it is very simple, and in fact everyone has mastered the basic technology, there is indeed a "pass" The feeling of not being able to enter home.
But this is just right, Su Qingluan said in her heart: This time difference can be used to make brushed cheese a hot new product of "Su Ji".
However, all these assumptions are based on one major premise - her new products cannot be launched until they have to go to the capital.
After all, milk is a rare luxury item these days, not to mention, this brushed cheese is even rarer - it takes five or six kilograms of milk to make a small lump of brushed cheese, about the size of a steamed bun.
In addition to the ingredients that adjust the sweetness of the cheese - honey, sugar and other raw materials, each of which is something that ordinary people cannot eat a few mouthfuls a year, so this thing is very expensive.
What's more, this cheese must be eaten while it is fresh, otherwise it will go rancid and deteriorate. If you eat it and cause food poisoning, you will have to go to the King of Hell at this time.
Su Qingluan didn't intend to take that risk, so since she had made the brushed cheese today, and she had also recorded the temperature of the milk and the ratio of lemon juice in advance, she planned to destroy all the pieces of cheese today. Lose.
Since Song Bo helped make the dough, Su Qingluan saved a lot of effort, so she started to think about other tricks - for example, since she was the one making the steamed buns, they definitely couldn't be made into "mediocre steamed buns", otherwise What a loss of craftsmanship?
In fact, to put it bluntly, Su Qingluan felt a little itchy after not doing anything for a few days.
But pastries are indeed not a category that she is particularly good at. The pastries that can be "shaped" a little bit are all pastries that need to be shortened and oiled, such as lotus cakes.
Su Qingluan thought for a while and thought of the image of the "snow bunny" in an animation in her previous life, which had two small red eyes and small ears made of leaves.
And the rabbit's body only needs a small snow dumpling.
With this in mind, Su Qingluan said hello to Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo and said he wanted to go out for a while.
"At this time?" Mu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows and looked at the clock: the sun was hanging above his head, it was noon. At this time every day, didn't the people in front of him go back to the room and say they wanted to "take a nap"? Why are you so energetic today?
Su Qingluan naturally knew why Mu Xingzhi was surprised, but in the final analysis, the habit of "taking a nap" was because he did it to replenish his energy in the afternoon when he went to work at "Su Ji".
After spending all day doing nothing at home these days, Su Qingluan felt that she had too much energy and no need for a lunch break.
So Su Qingluan said "I'm going to pick up some beautiful leaves" and went out with a small bamboo basket.
Songbo could hear Su Qingluan's clear voice from a distance, holding the basin that was going to be awakened in a sunny place in the yard and shaking his head with a smile: "Madam is still a child."
Su Qingluan smiled and shook her head: "She has never been a child." Of course, this sentence was almost a whisper, and even with a good ear like Songbo, he could not hear it clearly.
The weather is fine today, and the leaves have turned into various colors of gold, red, brown, dark green, etc... Deep and shallow, they spread from the roadside at your feet to the hillside, reaching the horizon, and collided with the blue to almost transparent sky. At the junction of heaven and earth, it is like a rich oil painting.
It is now the busiest autumn harvest season in the village of the year, and the weather is very sunny today. Looking from a distance, Su Qingluan can see pedestrians like ants everywhere on the hillside.
Some of these people are farmers in the fields, and some are women and children who deliver meals to their own laborers. However, these children who are able to go to the fields are usually already 12 or 13 years old. Although they are not yet adults, they can at least not fall down after running a few steps.
The remaining younger children and the elderly who walk tremblingly can only feed chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs at home and do light work within their capabilities.
But children are fun and active after all. No matter how difficult life is, they can still find their own happiness. A few children were divided into two teams under an old tree and shouted something.
Su Qingluan now has twenty or thirty leaves of her choice - some of these leaves will be used to decorate pastries later, but there are also some that she keeps to press bookmarks or for decoration.
She was walking around casually without any purpose, and saw several children divided into two groups and shouting excitedly, so she curiously went over to take a look.
There were about a dozen children in the two groups. Except for the four or five who were more concentrated in the center, the rest were all on the periphery, so there were a few who couldn't join in the fun and their attention was distracted.
Hearing footsteps approaching, the children outside raised their heads and looked at Su Qingluan in a daze.
Su Qingluan also looked familiar to some of them, but she was not very good at remembering other people's names and looks, so she couldn't remember who they belonged to for a while.
The only thing that is certain is that the elders or brothers and sisters of these people should all work at "Su Kee", so she may have met these children by chance - after all, "Su Kee" employees often have For various reasons, I have to take my children with me to take care of them.
Su Qingluan also allows families with no one to take care of their children to do this - this is also considered one of the "benefits" for employees.
Su Qingluan seemed familiar to several children, and children had less things to worry about, so they remembered everything more clearly. Two or three of them recognized Su Qingluan, and She greeted warmly.
Su Qingluan came over and asked with a smile: "What are you doing?"
"We are fighting grass! If we win the fight, the maltose will belong to us - eh, don't use so much force, be careful!" Halfway through the explanation, the child was probably dissatisfied with the way his "contestant" used force, and hurriedly Turn around and give him "advice".
Su Qingluan looked at it for a long time and understood: In fact, she had also played with this so-called "fighting grass" when she was a child. It was the so-called "pulling out the roots". She didn't expect that after thousands of years, they would still be together. In the time and space, she saw such a game again, and she had to say that she was filled with emotion.
