After a rush, Han Chen was tired and sweaty, and his tongue was spit out.

The avid poetry lovers of the Wu Dynasty are so terrifying!

Fortunately, Ma Wencai's group of readers are all weak chickens and didn't catch up.

looked at the big cow carrying the burden beside him, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, and his face was honest...... You're a real cow!

Even Dong'er, who stayed up all night last night, was only slightly panting, and her little face was slightly ruddy.

The little psychological advantage that Han Chen had just established collapsed in an instant.

My body is really choking!

Not to mention that compared with the strong physique exercised by traveling south and north in the previous life, even Dong'er, a cowardly little girl, can't compare.

The golden body of the master only strengthens the defense, and does not improve the physique, a bit of a pit!

"This brother, please!"

Just as Han Chen was bending over, sticking out his tongue and panting like a wild dog, a male duck's voice sounded next to him, "Xiao Ke was fortunate to listen to Brother Tai's poems, and he was fascinated and wanted to ask Brother Tai for advice." ”

Looking up, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy who was in the period of voice change, also wearing a green shirt and holding a folding fan, appeared out of nowhere, and was bowing to Han Chen.

Can this be chased? The ghost is not gone!

At a young age, I wanted to learn from others to compose poetry, but I really didn't do my job!

Honestly read the Four Books and Five Classics, and strive to be a Jinshi Guangzong to honor the ancestors is the right way!

"Poetry, Little Doyle!"

Han Chen suddenly turned into Mr. Taoism, "My generation of scholars, should cultivate one's life and help the common people!" To indulge in poetry is to go astray! ”

Don't get in the way, you have to go home and make money with sugar!

"Brother Tai talent!"

The little minister said with a duck voice and a look of reverence, "It's just that the younger brother also has some experience with what the brother said about 'managing Bao's friendship'!" Tomorrow night, the little brother is waiting for the brother in the sunny and rainy building! See you or leave you! ”

After saying that, the half-grown man turned his head and left, followed by two servants, an old man and a young man.

Han Chen was stunned for a moment, fellow practitioners!

Thinking about visiting the Qingyu Building tomorrow night, Han Chen and the three of them returned to the Yue Guo Mansion.

went directly back to his small courtyard, asked Da Niu to put down the brown sugar burden, and first built a simple stove in the corner of the courtyard.

Since Han Chen entered the Chu family, he was placed in this remote courtyard.

Food and clothing, all sent by the next person, there is no need to open a gang at all, so there is no stove.

Hearing that Han Chen did not take the opportunity to escape on the street, but bought back more than 100 catties of brown sugar, the housekeeper of the outer courtyard hurriedly came.

"Han Xianggong, there is no shortage of food for you in the house, why do you want to start a new stove?"

The housekeeper Lao He has no good impression of Han Chen, and always secretly wants to provoke.

"I'm afraid of being poisoned, so I cook and eat by myself."

Han Chen's face was expressionless, and then asked Dong'er to drive people.

God's special housekeeper, the old dog, Han Chen suspects that he is poisoned, it is this old dog who did it!

Steward He sneered, twisted his fat body, and turned to leave.

Han Chen looked at the chubby back and sneered back.

After closing the courtyard door and prohibiting others from entering, Han Chen took Dong'er and Da Niu to operate.

Set up a pot to burn the fire, first took five catties of brown sugar, Han Chen slowly dissolved the brown sugar according to the memory of his previous life, and boiled it carefully.

This thing is purely a technical job, and if you are not careful, you will be confused.

Fortunately, Han Chen was alone in his last life, left the society early, and practiced good cooking skills, but he didn't waste these brown sugars.

It didn't take much time, and the brown sugar turned into a paste under Han Chen's constant stirring.

Without waiting for the sugar paste to continue to melt, Han Chen said hello, and Da Niu picked up the big iron pot borrowed from the kitchen with one hand and put it on the ground.

Scoop out all the sugar paste and put it in a clean wooden funnel.

The funnel was set up on a large wooden barrel, and Han Chen plugged it with grass in advance, and the sugar paste was put in, so that it would not flow out.

With a sigh of relief, at this point, the matter has been completed eighty percent, fortunately, the master has a strong hands-on ability, and there is no mistake!

Whether the sugar can be made or not depends on the rest of the operation!

Han Chen observed carefully, as it cooled, the sugar paste slowly had a tendency to solidify.

How far is this to be appropriate?

Shocked!

Han Chen really can't think of when the most critical step should start!

In other words, in his previous life, he had only watched a performance from afar, and he hadn't been able to observe it up close, nor had he thought about figuring out the details!

Sloppy!

Seeing Han Chen standing in place stunned, Dong'er, who was laying his hand on the side, passed his eyes to Da Niu.

Uncle, what are you going to do? Is it a recipe?

But that's not how sugar dumplings do!

The big bull stared at a pair of bull's eyes, stared at the sugar paste that was slowly curling in the funnel, and swallowed his saliva secretly...... I didn't notice Dong'er's eyes at all.

At a young age, the maid Dong'er experienced the feeling of being entrusted to a non-human person, and was forced to increase a lot of life insights.

Stomp your feet, no matter what!

Han Chen decided to do it first.

In his previous life, he developed a vigorous and resolute temperament, so that he was no longer entangled.

Isn't it just five catties of brown sugar, just start over again if you break it, and you bought one hundred and twenty catties of brown sugar, which is enough for experiments!

Picking up a basin of yellow muddy water prepared earlier, Han Chen poured it directly into the funnel filled with sugar paste.

"Yikes!"

The little maid Dong'er screamed in surprise, isn't this a waste of things?!

There was a loud sound in the throat of the big cow, and the carrot-thick fingers pointed to the funnel, and his eyes were dull!

The light in his eyes is extinguished!

This is special, if it weren't for the difference between the top and bottom, the dignity and the inferiority were orderly, Han Chen felt that the big cow could tear himself apart!

Fortunately, in ancient times, if you dared to do this in front of your partners in your previous life, you would be beaten out of Shakyamuni's head!

Han Chen's face was serious, pretending to be profound, staring at the funnel without saying a word.

Really, I don't want to explain to Dong'er and Da Niu, it's too troublesome.

Dong'er's face was bitter, and Da Niu's face was full of disappointment, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

After all, Han Chen is a quasi-uncle, and the two of them are just subordinates with a deed of sale.

Wasting money, that's also the master's business, at most report to the young lady later, and never dare to stop it...... It's too late to block it now.

The leak of the wooden funnel is very small, and it is covered with sugar paste, and the yellow mud water cannot flow out, and it is full of funnel mud soup.

Regardless of how many words Dong'er and Da Niu scolded in their hearts, Han Chen just stared at the funnel, and he was relieved until the sound of dripping water appeared.

Nine times out of ten, it will be done!

The commander lifted the funnel with a sad face, only to see a black liquid flowing out of the leak.

It's done!

"Dong'er, Da Niu, what you see and hear today, without my consent, you are not allowed to mention a word to others!"

Han Chen was solemn, and Dong'er and Da Niu nodded helplessly.

Isn't it just a waste of silver, and if you do it, you don't let people say, uncle, you are so bad!

"Alright, look."

Dong'er and Da Niu followed Han Chen's fingers and turned their heads to look at the funnel that was placed back on the barrel.

As the black water from the leak dripped faster and faster, the yellow mud soup slowly descended, revealing the sugar paste...... Hey?!

The original reddish-brown sugar paste turned into a white frosting!