Boil the licorice and Chuanbei into juice respectively, filter the residue, and leave only the juice for later use.

Peel and crush the winter pears, add a small amount of water from Baicao Lake to boil, boil until thin, and filter the residue.

Then add an appropriate amount of licorice and Chuanbei juice to the winter pear liquid in turn, and continue to boil until it can be scooped up with a spoon to form a continuous paste when it is poured down, and the boiling is completed.

The boiling process was a bit long, and Zihan was afraid that her grandfather would come to check it quietly, so she stood up from time to time and walked around the kitchen.

At nearly ten o'clock, the 'Gambei Winter Pear Paste' named by her was finally boiled successfully.

Zihan tasted the taste, and felt a little disappointed in her heart, perhaps because the pears were not ripe enough, and the sweetness of the Ganbei Dong pear paste was insufficient, but there was a little more sourness.

But it doesn't matter, although its efficacy will be somewhat weakened, but a little more dosage can be improved.

Zihan poured out the water from the kitchen cauldron, and then removed about half a bowl of Gambe Winter Pear Paste from the herb garden and poured it into the cauldron.

After extinguishing the fire in the stove, Zihan couldn't wait to pull his grandfather, who had returned to the hall, to the kitchen.

Picking up the soup spoon, Zihan scooped a spoonful of winter pear paste, and then sent it to his grandfather like a treasure.

"Grandpa, try it, is this thing delicious?"

Grandpa Lin glanced at the brown-yellow paste with crooked eyebrows, and then took the spoon without hesitation.

He would happily eat his granddaughter's food no matter how unpalatable it was, and this was the first time his granddaughter had ever made it!

Well? Sour, sweet, there is even a licorice flavor, Chuanbei flavor, what should be the other taste? It seemed to be the taste of a pear that he had eaten before.

"Grandpa, how's it going, is it delicious?"

Grandpa Lin nodded, carefully savoring the taste in his mouth.

After drinking it, there seemed to be a cold feeling in my throat, and I felt indescribably comfortable in the place where I was a little itchy and sore from coughing.

The corners of Zihan's mouth instantly rose high, and he scooped up some more Ganbei winter pear paste with an empty soup spoon, and put it into his grandfather's mouth again.

"Grandpa, eat more if it's delicious, so your cough can get better."

Cough?

Grandpa Lin's swallowing action paused suddenly, and his eyes looked at Zihan steadily.

Could it be that this is something that his granddaughter made specifically to treat his cough?

Licorice, scallops, pears? Could it be pear cream?

No, it should be a pear paste with licorice and Chuanbei, but there is no Sydney here!

Winter pear? Grandpa Lin's eyes lit up instantly, this taste is not really the unique taste of green winter pears that is more sour than sweet.

When he was young, he had eaten the hard slag of winter pears, but when he was old, he couldn't bite it.

Grandpa Lin's heart was sweet and sour, and he looked at Zihan's eyes unconsciously with wetness.

His granddaughter really grew up and started taking care of him.

"It's delicious, grandpa loves to eat, grandpa made by Xiaohan must eat them all."

"Grandpa, you eat these first to see, if it doesn't work, I'll adjust the dosage of licorice and Chuanbei."

"Well, it will definitely work, grandpa's throat is comfortable for a while."

"Grandpa, I gave this a name, it's called Ganbei Dong Pear Paste, do you think it sounds good?"

Gambe winter pear paste? Grandpa Lin's heart moved.

Sydney pear paste is a good thing for cough suppression, and the pharmaceutical factories around it are all producing pear sources, so can his granddaughter's Gambei pear paste also become a best-selling medicine?

"Xiaohan, okay, it's called Ganbei Winter Pear Paste."