The moment he fell to the sky, Jiang Sheng thought a lot.
For example, if she dies, who will take care of her brothers in the future.
For example, the second brother must have cried the hardest, the fourth brother was in tears, the eldest brother and the fifth brother were stubborn and refused to shed tears, and finally the third brother beat them all with sticks until they cried.
For example, she hasn't eaten enough candied haws, and what she likes to eat is not the hawthorn, but the crispy sugar coating on the outside of the hawthorn.
The last thing I thought about was that my brothers haven’t married yet, which is such a pity.
The beady little girl closed her eyes in mid-air and waited peacefully to be thrown to death.
However.
The moment she landed, she only felt a pinch. She didn't feel the pain of hitting her head, nor did she break her arms or legs. Instead, she felt soft, like the new quilt that Aunt Zhang had laid out for her.
Even the panicked brothers were silent.
Did it fall back into grandma’s belly all of a sudden?
Then she must remember A Niang's appearance before she becomes a wandering beggar.
Jiang Sheng quickly opened his eyes, and instead of seeing the gentle woman, he saw three big faces approaching her.
The eldest brother Xu Mo is clear in the breeze and the moon is shining brightly.
The second brother Zheng Ruqian is upright and generous.
Fourth brother Wen Zhiyun burst into tears with guilt.
Hey, there is still a brother missing. Where is the fifth brother?
Before Jiang Sheng could open his mouth, a painful moan suddenly came from beneath him, "Jiang Sheng... you... eat less... in the future..."
It turned out that Xiaowu Changyan had been used as a meat pad for his sister, and now he was taking in less air and letting out more air.
The brothers regained their composure and fumbled to lift the fat sister up, thus saving Chang Yan's life.
Jiang Sheng felt guilty, "Fifth brother, you saved my life. From now on, I will let you eat the skin of the candied haws, and I will eat the hawthorn inside."
Long banquet, "..."
Thinking about the scene where the fifth brother gnawed all the crispy skin off the candied haws and handed it to his sister, the expressions of the brothers all showed a bit of unbearability.
"Little Jiang Sheng." Zheng Ruqian cleared his throat, "We will also sell candied haws in the future. My aunt said she can learn how to make it. You can eat as much as you want."
"Really?" Jiang Sheng's eyes lit up.
"Really." Zheng Ruqian nodded, "Auntie is making syrup."
In fact, Zhang Xianglian was panicking about taking on the position of master chef of a store, so she decided to make all the pastries she had ever seen, and the candied haws was just a preliminary attempt.
But the temptation for Jiang Sheng was enough. As Zheng Ruqian finished speaking, the little girl almost rolled and rushed out.
Some of the brothers were smiling, some were hesitant to speak, and some were sighing softly.
Before Jiang Sheng stepped out of the room for the last time, he vaguely heard his elder brother's advice, "Sugar can cause tooth decay, so eat less..."
Oh, don't listen, don't listen, the monk is chanting.
Although the eldest brother is true to his word, smart and decisive, perseverance and stability, etc... but there is one bad thing. He often controls her and doesn't let her eat sweets. He also says that she suffered too much when she was young, which led to her lack of stature. While teeth are changing, if you eat a few more bites of candy, your mouth will definitely be full of rotten teeth in the future.
Jiang Sheng was also frightened at first. He dreamed that he was standing tall and graceful, with a black and smelly mouth, and several arrogant and domineering aphids crawling on the tip of his tongue. He was frightened and woke up at that time.
After that, I didn’t touch candy for a long time.
Until she met the uncle selling candied haws, the bright red fruit waving to her from the sugar warehouse. The only sweetness and hope in those hard days came to her heart again, and the little girl stomped her feet cruelly.
eat!
No one can abandon the candied haws!
Jiang Sheng was also prepared for the worst. If she really had bad teeth, she would... she would not marry!
Even if you abandon your future husband, you will never abandon the candied haws!
Jiang Sheng felt complacent about his intelligence. When he rushed into the kitchen, he saw Aunt Zhang stirring the syrup. She was so happy that she lay on the window sill and watched.
The sugar boiled with the same proportion of water and rock sugar is thin and bright red. Wrapped in hawthorn, it should be crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, sweet and delicious.
But after Aunt Zhang stirred it for a few times, the bright red sugar disappeared and was replaced by dark yellow sugar sand, hanging unevenly on the hawthorn fruit.
Jiang Sheng outside the window covered her mouth.
Aunt Zhang frowned on the stove.
"It shouldn't be." She muttered to herself doubtfully, "I cooked it according to the same ratio of sugar and water. It was also watery at the beginning, so why did it turn into sugar sand."
Zhang Xianglian raised her hand to wash the sugar sand off the hawthorns, but was stopped by Jiang Sheng who rushed in.
"Goodbye, aunt, just in case you can eat it." The little girl opened her mouth and bit into half of it. The entrance was first filled with the feeling of dense sand, and then the sourness and sweetness of hawthorn hit her. In the aftertaste, the sand was coated with hawthorn meat, repelling the last trace of sourness. , leaving only a mouthful of sweetness.
Zhang Xianglian became nervous, "Is it delicious, little Jiang Sheng?"
Jiang Sheng was speechless and could only respond with a nod: "It's delicious, Auntie, it's delicious."
Even if the candied haws failed to be made, it still tastes great.
Zhang Xianglian's panic-stricken heart suddenly calmed down. She touched the two little tweets on the top of the little girl's head, and a bold idea suddenly appeared in her heart.
That night, sugar-coated hawthorn was served to the dinner table.
Xu Mo stared at it for a long time and suddenly asked, "Auntie, has the sugar become thin?"
Zhang Xianglian was surprised, "How did Xiao Mo know?"
"The sugar syrup used to make candied haws cannot be stirred. If stirred, it will become sandy." Xu Mo twisted a piece of sugar-sanded hawthorn. "The ancestors mentioned it in ancient books, but it's a pity that there are only a few words and no details."
But it was enough for Zhang Xianglian in the fog.
The production of candied haws is not complicated, and people know by word of mouth that the proportion of water and sugar must be the same, but who would have thought that the most important step in boiling candied glutinous rice is not to stir it.
It seems that what the ancients said about the boundless sea of learning and the golden house in the book is indeed true.
Zhang Xianglian was so excited that she didn't even eat. She got up and went to cook the candied glutinous rice again. This time, it didn't take long for her to serve the bright red candied haws on the table.
Although she was not sure about becoming a master chef, the successful candied haws and the unexpected production of sanded hawthorns gave her confidence and allowed her to study pastry making more seriously in the following days.
From the south to the north, as long as the general proportions and processes appear in the books of legends, Aunt Zhang dares to try and make them. It doesn't matter if she fails, there is little Jiang Sheng waiting by the window sill.
In the courtyard, the two mothers worked together.
Outside the hospital, Zheng Ruqian never stopped. There were a total of four shops that needed to be cleaned up, signboards put up, and raw materials purchased. There were so many things to do that he couldn't count.
It's a pity that all the 800 taels of food left at home were spent on rent.
Xu Mo was worried and decided to borrow two hundred taels of silver from Zhu Sihuan for household expenses.
Zheng Ruqian shook his head to stop him, "Brother, if I dare to rent a house for 800 taels, I won't be afraid of running out of money."
Because those who rushed to Northern Xinjiang should come back, bringing with them Northern Xinjiang's specialties, Anshui County's net profit this year, and replies from relatives and friends.
