Old Madam Cui listened to Jiang Zhiluo's words, and there was a feeling of soreness in her heart, which was both moving and heartwarming.

This daughter-in-law is really good, she is as intimate as a little padded jacket, not only treats Cui Hejin with her heart, but also treats her well.

Old Madam Cui choked up slightly and said, "Zhiluo, don't work too hard, you work hard inside and outside the house, and you have to take care of yourself." ”

Jiang Zhiluo smiled softly and said, "Mother, don't worry, I'm not tired, I will feel very fulfilled when I do something every day." ”

Being busy every day is nothing compared to being busy in the organization in the previous life.

Old Madam Cui knew that Jiang Zhiluo was comforting her, "Don't worry, no matter how good my health is, I can do a lot of things." ”

In the past, when she was in good health, Mrs. Cui was also a very capable person, and at that time, the entire Cui Mansion was managed in an orderly manner.

In fact, Jiang Zhiluo didn't want Mrs. Cui to be tired.

However, Mrs. Cui also felt sorry for her.

In this life, it is so good that she can get along with Cui Hejin's mother like a mother and daughter.

In the ancient times of that life, his mother went early, which became a pain in his heart.

Jiang Zhiluo boiled the medicine while talking with Mrs. Cui, and after the medicine was boiled, she poured it for Mrs. Cui to drink.

Another jar of medicine was poured into the bowl, and she entered the house and handed it to Cui Hejin and said, "Let's drink the medicine first." ”

Cui Hejin stretched out his hand as white as snow and took the bowl.

Jiang Zhiluo only felt that her fingers accidentally touched the tips of Cui Hejian's fingers, and in an instant, a cool and numb-like feeling surged into her heart through her fingers.

Jiang Zhiluo's ear root was hot, and she coughed suddenly, "Cough...... Ahem......"

I almost didn't breathe and choked.

Cui Hejin's picturesque eyes fell on her, and her voice was as elegant and gentle as moonlight, but it was dyed with a trace of imperceptible melancholy, "But what's wrong with your body?" ”

Jiang Zhiluo was stunned by Cui Hejin's question.

She looked at him, his slender fingers grasped the medicine bowl in his hand, his eyes lingered on her, and his light expression carried a trace of tenderness, which made people's hearts ripple lightly.

She thought it must be her delusion.

Jiang Zhiluo settled down, shook her head and said, "I'm fine, you drink the medicine first." ”

After speaking, Jiang Zhiluo hurriedly walked out of the room.

She looked at the tips of her fingers, helpless in her heart, "He has such a great influence on me!" ”

After Mrs. Cui drank the medicine, she looked at Jiang Zhiluo standing aside and looked a little absent-minded, and she asked worriedly: "Zhiluo, do you want to go back to the house to rest, if you have any work, you tell your mother, and your mother will do it." ”

Mrs. Cui felt that Zhiluo must have been tired from taking care of Hehibiscus last night.

Jiang Zhiluo listened to Mrs. Cui's voice, and suddenly came back to her senses and said: "Ah, mother, I'm not sleepy, I'm just thinking, after the glutinous rice and malt are fermented in a while, you can make maltose." ”

When Mrs. Cui heard this, she was also very excited: "Mother will accompany you to do it." ”

I don't know why, her favorite thing to do now is to make things with Zhiluo, and this process is full of anticipation.

She is also looking forward to making maltose by herself.

Jiang Zhiluo looked at Old Madam Cui's expression and said with a smile: "Okay." ”

Jiang Zhiluo also smelled a malt fragrance, she opened the lid of the pot and found that water was already coming out of it.

Mrs. Cui followed over to take a look, and only thought it was amazing, "It smells sweet, it smells good." ”

"I really didn't think that glutinous rice and malt could be used to make maltose."

Jiang Zhiluo said: "Actually, the method is simple, with such a big pot, we can also make a lot of maltose." ”

When Mrs. Cui heard Jiang Zhiluo say about fermentation, she asked curiously, "Is this fermentation?" ”

Jiang Zhiluo nodded and said, "Well, it usually ferments in an hour and a half, and this will be just right." ”

Jiang Zhiluo pressed it in with a spoon, and the rich juice came out.

"Zhiluo, what should I do next?"

Jiang Zhiluo said: "Mother, we need clean gauze, filter these, and filter out the water." ”

Old Madam Cui now heard Jiang Zhiluo say filtration, and she also understood what she meant.

Sometimes the daughter-in-law will say some new words, which she doesn't understand at first, but after a long time, she understands what they mean.

Mrs. Cui went to get clean gauze and a large basin for filtering.

After bringing everything, Jiang Zhiluo scooped the fermented glutinous rice malt into the gauze, and the wort water was filtered from the gauze.

"It's slower, I'll squeeze it with my hands."

Mrs. Cui had already washed her hands very cleanly, so she gently squeezed the gauze.

Shen Yueyao also helped, and when all the juice was filtered into a large basin, the scum could be removed.

"Mother, you don't need these scum, you can pour it."

Old Madam Cui was a little reluctant and said, "These can be eaten by chickens." ”

Shen Yueyao was stunned, too, these can be used to feed the chickens, "It really can't be wasted." ”

In the case of the Cui family first, it is a little bit to be able to save a little.

"Mother, all these in the pot must be filtered out."

"Okay, filter it out, it should be able to make a lot of maltose."

Shen Yueyao nodded and said, "Well, you can make a lot, and when the time comes, cut it into small pieces and pick it up with oiled paper, it will be a piece of sugar." ”

Mrs. Cui said: "When I used to go to the market in the town to sell eggs, I saw that the stalls selling dim sum and sugar were the most crowded. ”

"Children like to eat something sweet, for the parents of the father, they are reluctant to buy anything on weekdays, a penny can not be broken in half, but the sugar that children like, sugar gourd, everyone is sometimes willing to buy."

"People in the village may go to the market, go around and buy nothing, so they buy a piece of candy for the child."

"During the Chinese New Year last year, the mountain hair next door was playing with a group of children at the door with a piece of starch candy, reluctant to eat, licking, and crying a bunch of children, wow wow scream."

At that time, Mrs. Cui heard the crying of children outside at home, that loud.

In the past, if others told her, Mrs. Cui might not be able to understand it.

But after coming to the village for a year and seeing the living conditions of everyone in the village, Mrs. Cui understood everything.

Shen Yueyao could imagine that kind of picture.

When I think of my younger brothers and sisters, I feel a little sad, and I don't know how my father is doing with bellows.

"Mother, our village is very close to the town, and there is a dock over there, and people come and go very lively, so everyone hasn't thought about making some snacks or something."

Mrs. Cui shook her head and said: "How can the people in the village do this, everyone is reluctant to use white noodles for dinner on weekdays, and they are all half-full, and they are reluctant to waste white noodles and meat dishes to study and eat." ”

"Either the family passes on the craft, or they go to apprenticeship."

"I've heard people say that it's hard to be an apprentice to others, and the work is all chores, and the master may not be willing to teach, so even if some people learn to work for a few years, they may not be able to learn a little skin."

"I've eaten a lot of things before, and I can't do it if I ask me to do it."

At most, she will give Zhiluo a shot.

But seeing that Zhiluo's hands can conjure up tricks in whatever she does, Mrs. Cui feels really powerful.

Jiang Zhiluo listened to it and understood, no wonder the food culture in this era is a little backward, because cooking is also a craft, and it is also in her own hands, and no one will think about passing on the craft.