Zhou Kun was frozen to the point that his blood was about to coagulate, and he felt better after regaining consciousness for a long time, and if he continued like this, he would freeze to death in the cold storage sooner or later. He decided to rush out of the cold storage as soon as he came back next time, after all, it was better to be faint at the door than to freeze to death.

"Hey, Aunt Huang, I found the pears you wanted, when will you come and get them?"

"What?!The pear was found so quickly, or Xiao Zhou, you do things solidly, I'll come right away. "What Mrs. Huang said immediately is right away, and there is no ambiguity at all.

By the time Zhou Kun brought his things to the store, Mrs. Huang had already arrived.

"Xiao Zhou, where's the pear?"

"Well, it's just such a basket, I finally got it, and it is estimated that I can't replenish the goods. ”

Mrs. Huang looked at the basket of pears in the corner and took out a thin one from it to look at. I saw that the goose-yellow pear was fragrant, and it was covered with spots like freckles, but with Mrs. Huang's nails kissing and gently biting, the skin of the pear was actually scratched.

"Why is the skin of Xiao Zhou's pear so thin, how is the taste, is it delicate?"

"Don't you just taste any of them?" Although Zhou Kun had never eaten this pear, the fruits of the other world have always been of high quality.

"Forget it, I can't bear to taste such a good pear, I took it away at any price. "Mrs. Huang thinks the same as Zhou Kun, the quality of the fruits here in Zhou Kun has always been very good, and there are not many pears in front of her, and Mrs. Huang is not willing to eat this kind of high-quality pears in one bite, she wants to make them all into autumn pear paste.

"The output of this pear is very small, and it is estimated that it will not be possible to sell it in the future, or you can just give 100 yuan to take it away." ”

The pricing of these pears made Zhou Kun a little embarrassed, the pears themselves are very rare, and selling them by one is nothing, but Mrs. Huang has helped herself too much since she opened her own business, and Zhou Kun can't really open her mouth with other lions, so she proposed a price of 100 yuan a basket.

"Okay, then go for the price you said. Mrs. Huang didn't be polite to Zhou Kun, after all, she knows Zhou Kun better these days, to put it bluntly, she is an honest child, not the kind of person who drills in the eyes of money.

It is impossible to sell these pears for only 100 yuan a basket wherever you go, and Mrs. Huang decided to take care of Xiao Zhou's business more in the future, and it seems that it is time to organize a few more wholesale groups.

Mrs. Huang, who was originally going to call someone to move pears, found the storm pork hidden in the corner by Zhou Kun.

"Xiao Zhou, this black pork looks good, where did you get it?"

"This is a free-range black pig from the supplier, and I was given a little bit. ”

"Do you still have pigs in the supplier?" the old lady looked up and down at the storm pork leg in the corner, and the more she looked at it, the more she thought the pork was good.

Zhou Kun secretly screamed in his heart, this old lady should not pay attention to this pork.

"Xiao Zhou, when will you get a batch of black pork for our community, what do you think?"

Zhou Kun felt bitter in his heart, where can I get black pork for you, this pork is not like a fruit, it can only be bought and sold through inspection and quarantine, and when the relevant departments come to check, the source of his pork is not clear.

"I'm a fruit seller, where can I get you pork, and that's what people gave me to taste. ”

Mrs. Huang also felt that she was a little embarrassed Xiao Zhou, after all, the eight poles that sell fruit and pork can't be beaten together, so she continued: "What you said is also a pity. ”

finally made the old lady distract herself, but the next second the old lady picked up the ribs in the corner and ran.

"I took these ribs away, Xiao Zhou, you take the money, and I will call someone to carry the pears immediately." ”

Zhou Kun didn't expect this old lady to run so fast, and before she could react, the person had already left.

Looking at the roll of money pressed under the pork leg, Zhou Kun knew that this was the old lady's compensation for the money to buy pears, but unfortunately my storm pork ribs, I didn't eat them myself!

Huang Fang returned home with the ribs and pears, looked at the ribs in his hand and said: "It's a pity that such a good black pork is stewed like this, how good it would be if it was made into pork ribs in winter." ”

When I thought of making it myself, she and her son would eat it, and she and her son could have sent a bowl to Zhao Di's family, but since the last time because of the watermelon falling out, the two old ladies have not reconciled until now.

The more she thought about it, the more angry Huang Fang became, and suddenly called her son Ji Gaosheng: "Today, Xiao Zhou sent a batch of pears, I want to boil autumn pear paste at home, I don't have time to greet you, you can eat something outside at night!"

Saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for Ji Gaosheng to respond, and froze the ribs in the refrigerator.

Ji Gaosheng heard that the phone was hung up, a little inexplicable, who made his old lady angry?

After sending her son away, the old lady looked at the basket of pears in front of her and prepared to make a big move.

The production process of autumn pear paste is relatively complicated, first of all, the processing of pears, the pears should be washed, peeled and cored, and the pear flesh should be shredded.

Mrs. Huang washed the pears in the frame one by one, dried them with a clean towel, and then peeled them one by one.

As the knife gently slashed through the pear skin, the feel was as unhindered as cutting tofu, and it was cut into the meat at once, Mrs. Huang didn't expect the pear skin to be so thin, and she was a little distressed and adjusted her strength at the same time.

As the skin, which was as thin as paper, was peeled off, the delicate pear flesh inside was completely presented in the hands of Mrs. Huang.

Looking at the crystal clear pear flesh in front of her, even Mrs. Huang had to sigh: "Xiao Zhou's fruit is really good, just this pear, it is not too expensive to sell dozens of yuan alone, this pear is really a pity to make autumn pear paste." ”

That being said, the work in the hands of the old lady was not interrupted.

Soon all the pears were peeled and cored, and the old lady rubbed them into thin shredded pears and placed them in a large copper pot. Why is it a copper pot, the old lady does not understand that this is because there is tannic acid in the pear, which will have a chemical reaction with the iron pot or stainless steel pot, and she follows the same set of techniques handed down by the ancestors.

Put a few more monk fruits in the copper pot, as well as a lot of red dates, ginger slices and rock sugar, because it is for children, so this autumn pear paste does not add Chuanbei. After watching the pear meat cook in the cauldron and the jujube meat and other ingredients were soft and rotten, Mrs. Huang turned off the fire and prepared to move on to the next step to filter out the impurities.

The last process is to wait for the pot of pear juice to boil until only one-tenth is left, and the whole process takes three or four hours, during which people can not leave half a step, and they must control the heat and stir continuously to prevent the pot from sticking.

To be honest, Mrs. Huang is already in her sixties, and she will feel a little tired after completing the previous steps, but when she thinks of her grandson who is about to come back, the old lady is suddenly full of enthusiasm again.

She brought a stool and quietly watched the slightly boiling pear juice in the pot.