Chapter 41: Sour Plum Soup

Bai Chen was silent.

He turned around, and went to the corner of the wall to pick out a few good ones, and prepared to take them to the market.

And Ye Wanwan was busy on the other side.

The black plum and hawthorn that she picked when she was with Yu Ning two days ago were put on a clean stone outside and exposed to the sun.

Under the scorching sun, the black plum and hawthorn were dried in only two days.

She picked out a little licorice from Bai Chen's basket of herbs.

Then I put the dried hawthorn and black plum mixed with licorice and put it into the stone pot.

Get ready to boil a pot of sour plum soup!

In the past, when she was in the human world, her favorite drink besides milk tea was sour plum soup.

That's why she paid special attention to the black plum and hawthorn that day, picked some back, and originally planned to keep them for herself to make sour plum soup to drink.

Later, when Yu Ning invited Ye Wanwan to go to the market together, an idea sprouted in Ye Wanwan's mind.

She wanted to make some sour plum soup herself, and then take it to the market to "barter" with other wild people.

If you go to the market and find something you like, you have to exchange what you have with the other person.

Ye Wanwan had just come here, and she had nothing on her body that she could take, but she didn't want to reach out to Bai Chen, thinking that she had to learn to be self-reliant even if it was difficult.

Although she doesn't have too many advantages, she is fortunate to have a lot of research on food and drink, and she has no other skills, but she still has a hand in making some delicious and delicious food.

That's why Ye Wanwan has this plan.

Although she is not sure whether her sour plum soup will be recognized by the savages, she is very confident in her craft.

In addition, the wild people should have never drunk sour plum soup, so they may be a little curious about new things.

So she thought the idea of taking sour plum soup to the market should be a good idea.

Ye Wanwan's actions were quick, and after all the dried plums, hawthorns and licorice were put into the pot, she went to get some sugarcane again.

Bai Chen didn't know what she was going to do, so he silently lit a fire for her and watched her every move.

Soon, the smell of sour plum in the pot came out.

Ye Wanwan felt very appetizing when she smelled this sour smell, and easily divided the peeled sugarcane into several pieces and put them in the pot.

"A little sugarcane will neutralize the sourness." Ye Wanwan muttered, "There is no rock candy at home, so I can only do this." ”

"Is the soup in this pot the one you want to take to the market?" Bai Chen couldn't help but ask.

Ye Wanwan nodded, "Yes, this thing is called sour plum soup, it's very delicious, you can taste it later." ”

Bai Chen smelled this strange smell and had deep doubts about whether this thing was good or not.

It's okay if it doesn't taste good, but he's worried that if he goes to the market with sour plum soup and no one wants it, he's afraid that he will be disappointed sooner or later.

After a while, Ye Wanwan signaled that Bai Chen could stop burning the fire.

She turned on the pot and let the sour plum soup slowly cool in the air first.

After the temperature of the sour plum soup was not so hot, Ye Wanwan put all of them into one small bamboo tube after another, and then covered the bamboo tube tightly and put it into the river water to "chill".

These bamboo tubes were made by Bai Chen when he had nothing to do, and he made more than 20 of them.

It is just right to hold sour plum soup.

The water was cold and clear, and a total of twelve cups of sour plum soup were put into the water, and the temperature of the soup dropped quickly.