It turned out that although the nomads were accustomed to eating various dairy products, the "brushed cheese" that Su Qingluan knew did not appear.

Although similar "milk tofu" and "dried milk" are also made using similar "casein reaction", the texture is harder, a bit similar to the "milk tablets" and other dairy products that Su Qingluan ate in his previous life.

However, when you think about it, you can understand that although "brushed cheese" is easy to make, it requires strict temperature control, and whether the temperature is too low or too high, it will not achieve the desired effect.

Sometimes, the first step from zero to one, from scratch is the most difficult step, so even if Su Qingluan thinks it is very simple, and in fact, everyone has mastered the basic technology, but there is indeed a feeling of "passing through the door without entering".

But this is also just right, Su Qingluan said: In this way, you can take advantage of this time difference to make brushed cheese a popular new product of "Su Ji".

However, all these ideas are based on a big premise - her new products can only be launched in the capital.

After all, milk is a rare luxury these days, not to mention, this brushed cheese is even more rare - it takes five or six catties of milk to make a small ball of brushed cheese about the size of a steamed bun.

Add to that the ingredients that adjust the sweetness of the cheese - honey, sugar, etc., each of which is something that ordinary people can't eat a few bites a year, so this thing is very expensive.

What's more, this cheese must be eaten while it is fresh, otherwise it will be rancid and spoiled, and if it is eaten in case of food poisoning, this era will directly go to see the king of Hades.

Su Qingluan didn't plan to take that risk, so since she had already made the brushed cheese today, and she had also recorded the temperature of the milk and the ratio of lemon juice in advance, she planned to eliminate all the cheese in the palm today.

Since Songbo helped to make noodles, Su Qingluan saved a lot of effort here, so she began to think about other tricks - for example, since the steamed bun was made by her, it must not be made into a "mediocre steamed bun", otherwise it would be a loss of craftsmanship?

In fact, to put it bluntly, he still didn't do it for a few days, and Su Qingluan felt a little itchy.

But pastry is indeed not a category she is particularly good at, and the ones that can be slightly "shaped" are pastries that need to be shortened and oiled like lotus crisp.

Su Qingluan thought about it and thought of the image of the "snow rabbit" in a certain anime in his previous life, which was two small red eyes and small ears made of leaves.

As for the body of a rabbit, only a small snow ball is needed.

Thinking so, Su Qingluan said hello to Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo, saying that he wanted to go out for a while.

"At this time?" Mu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows and looked at the hour: the sun is hanging overhead, it is noon, every day at this time, don't the people in front of him have to go back to the room and say that they want to "take a nap"? Why are you so energetic today?

Su Qingluan naturally knew what Mu Xingzhi was surprised about, but in the final analysis, the habit of "napping" was because when he went to work in "Su Ji", he did it in order to replenish his physical strength in the afternoon.

And these days with nothing to do at home all day, Su Qingluan feels that he already has excess energy and does not need a lunch break at all.

So Su Qingluan threw down the sentence "I'm going to pick up some beautiful leaves" and went out with a small bamboo basket.

Song Bo heard Su Qingluan's clear voice from a distance, and shook his head with a smile while holding the basin that was going to wake up in the sunny place in the yard: "Madame is still a child." ”

Su Qingluan smiled and shook her head: "She has never been a child." Of course, this sentence was almost a whisper, and even if his ear was as good as that of Songbo, he did not hear it clearly.

Today, the weather is fine, and the leaves have changed to all kinds of gold, red, brown, dark green, and so on...... The depths and shallows spread from the side of the road under your feet all the way to the hillside, and when you reach the horizon, you and the blue and almost transparent sky collide violently on the boundary between heaven and earth, like a thick and colorful oil painting.

It was already the busiest autumn harvest season in the village of the year, and the weather was very sunny today, so Su Qingluan could see pedestrians walking like ants everywhere on the hillside from a distance.

Some of these people were farmers in the fields, while others were women and children who delivered food to their own laborers. However, these children who can go to the field are usually children who are already twelve or thirteen years old, although they have not yet reached adulthood, at least they can not run a few steps and fall down.

The younger children, and the elderly who walk tremblingly, can only feed chickens, ducks, geese and pigs at home, and do what they can do light work.

But children are fun and active, no matter how hard life is, they can find their own happiness, and several children are under an old tree, divided into two teams and shouting something.

Su Qingluan now has twenty or thirty leaves in his hands - some of these leaves will be used to decorate pastries later, but some of them will be kept for pressing bookmarks or planning to be used for decoration.

She wandered around so casually without any purpose, and when she saw that the children were screaming vigorously in two groups, she leaned over curiously to look.

There were almost a dozen children in the two teams, except for four or five people who were more concentrated in the center, the rest were on the periphery, so a few people couldn't make up the excitement and were more distracted.

Hearing footsteps approaching, these children who were leaning outside raised their heads and looked at Su Qingluan a little stunned.

Su Qingluan also looked at several of them familiarly, but she was not very good at remembering other people's names and appearances, so she couldn't remember who they were for a while.

The only thing that is certain is that the elders or older brothers and sisters in the family among these people should all be people who work in "Su Ji", so she may have seen these children by chance - after all, the employees of "Su Ji" often have various reasons and have to take care of their children.

Su Qingluan also allows families who have no one to take care of their children to do so - this is also one of the "benefits" of employees.

Several children probably looked at Su Qingluan as familiar, and there were few things that children needed to care about, so relatively speaking, they remembered everything more clearly, and two or three of them recognized Su Qingluan one after another and greeted her warmly.

Su Qingluan leaned over and asked with a smile, "What are you doing?" ”

"We're fighting grass! If you win the fight, the maltose will be ours - eh, don't try so hard, be careful! Halfway through the explanation, the kid was probably dissatisfied with the way the "player" on his side used his strength, and quickly turned around to give him a "support".

Su Qingluan watched it for a long time and understood: In fact, this so-called "fighting grass", she also played when she was a child, which is the so-called "rooting", but she didn't expect that after thousands of years of time, under other time and space, she saw such a game again, and I have to say that she was full of emotion.