sjar Chapter 101 Maltose
Chapter 101 Maltose
In the second half of the afternoon, Song Zhi temporarily handed over the kneading work in her hands to Song Ping.
"Brother, please stop for a moment after you finish making this batch of tea and help me steam some glutinous rice."
Song Ping continued kneading the rice, and asked in confusion, "Why steam the glutinous rice?"
Song Zhi was very mysterious, "You will know it in the evening, brother!" After that, she got up and went to get the glutinous rice.
When Song Cheng heard that his sister wanted to steam glutinous rice, his eyes lit up instantly.
Seeing his eldest brother's puzzled look, the little guy couldn't wait to say, "I know, I know, sister is going to make something delicious again!"
"Sister just said she would make us something delicious, that's for sure!"
Song Huan and Song Kang also looked forward to it because of what they heard. They wondered what delicious food their elder sister would make this time.
Song An glanced at his younger brother who got excited whenever he talked about eating, and couldn't help shaking his head.
Song Zhi walked to her room, took out the glutinous rice she bought today, washed it and gave it to her eldest brother.
Afterwards, she took the fermented malt in the bamboo sieve and went straight to the stream in the back mountain to wash it.
Wash the malt, then chop it up when you get home and set aside.
While waiting for the glutinous rice to cook, she was not idle.
I started tinkering with the spices I bought today.
She picked out the medicines she bought from the clinic, then chose a round stone, crushed all the medicinal powders she bought today into powder, and wrapped them in medicine paper.
Then we started mixing the fermented black beans.
She took out the fermented black beans and added salt, sugar, five-spice powder and other seasonings.
Finally, Song Zhi asked her grandmother for a clay pot and put the mixed fermented black beans into the cleaned clay pot.
After waiting for a month, the fermented black beans can be eaten as a side dish or used to make soy sauce as a seasoning.
In this way, her quality of life will be higher in the future.
There is no need to eat the same thing over and over again every day, with only boiled vegetables with a little oil and salt and no other flavor.
She can temporarily wrong herself, but she cannot always wrong herself.
Life is already hard enough now. If she is deprived of the joy of eating delicious food, Song Zhi thinks she will go crazy.
When the glutinous rice was ready, Song Zhi added the malt she had just cut into the glutinous rice and mixed it evenly.
At this time, Song Ping and Song An had already gone to the market with Grandma Tian and others to set up a stall.
Only Song Zhi and her younger siblings were left tinkering in the woodshed.
The younger ones were completely convinced by Song Zhi, so no one thought she was wasting food.
After Song Zhi stirred it, she found a thick coat to cover it. The fermentation process takes one to three hours.
In the process of making malt, the fermentation process is also the most critical. If the time is too short, the fermentation will not be sufficient. If the time is too long, the malt sugar will become sour.
In order to grasp the right degree, Song Zhi would dip chopsticks in the fermented juice and taste it every hour.
If you can taste sweetness, you can proceed to the next step of filtering and boiling!
After finishing her work, Mrs. Wu came to the woodshed to see if her granddaughter was busy enough.
But as soon as she entered the room, she was stunned when she saw the dark brown stuff cooking in the pot.
She saw the drained rice residue in the wooden basin and couldn't help asking, "Azhi, what are you doing?"
Song Zhi kept stirring with her hands. When she heard her grandmother asking, she just asked her to wait.
When the malt sugar in the pot started to bubble, she used two chopsticks to pick up a piece of sticky syrup.
She just pulled the chopsticks back and forth a few times, and the originally dark brown malt sugar gradually turned white, little by little becoming the familiar look of Wu.
She exclaimed, "Oh my God, this is caramel?"
The three little ones squatting on the side couldn't help drooling when they saw the malt candy.
Song Zhi smiled and nodded. She handed the malt sugar to Wu, "Grandma, try it. It's sweet."
Wu took it with trembling hands and carefully bit off a piece. It was sweet and no less sweet than the malt candy sold outside.
She handed the candy in her hand to her grandson who was looking at her, and asked impatiently, "Azhi, how do you make this candy?"
Song Zhi had already thought of an excuse for herself. She said slowly, "Grandma, there's no rush. I'll talk to you guys about this later. Grandma, please get me a clean pottery jar so I can fill it with the syrup."
"Oh, okay, just wait, I'll get it." After saying that, he left in a hurry.
After Grandma left, Song Zhi gave each of the three children another piece of candy and warned them, "You guys have candy today, but don't tell anyone else that our family can make candy, okay?"
"If someone with bad intentions gets to know about this, our method of making candy might be ruined!"
After hearing this, the three of them nodded in unison.
Song Cheng patted his chest loudly, "Sister, don't worry about me. I won't tell anyone about it."
"And me, and me too. Sister, I won't say anything either!" The younger brother also quickly echoed his opinion.
The little ones were expressing their opinions in a lively manner when Yang came running over after hearing the news.
She deliberately leaned over to the iron wok, pointed at the dark brown liquid inside, and asked in a low voice, "Mom said you made malt sugar. Is this it? Why does it look different to me than what they sell in the shop?"
Song Zhi pointed at the candies in the children's hands and said to her aunt, "Is this the kind you're talking about?"
Yang glanced at the white candy roll in her son's hand and nodded hesitantly.
Song Zhi continued to explain, "If you want to make it into blocks, wait for it to cool slightly, sprinkle some cooked bean powder on it, and stretch it while the sugar is warm. Then it will become the kind of malt candy sold in shops."
"But we don't make this candy to sell, so we don't need to bother with it. We can just store it in a clean clay pot and keep it for a month or two."
Yang asked in surprise, "Don't we sell candy?"
Song Zhi shook her head. "No, the profit from sugar is too high, and it's too eye-catching."
"We are just a farming family now. Let's not even talk about whether we can protect something like this. If it is coveted by someone with ulterior motives, I'm afraid it will bring disaster to our family."
Yang thought about her niece's words carefully, and she couldn't help but shiver, not knowing what she was thinking about.
Even the heart that was burning with passion just now has cooled down a lot.
Just at this moment, Mrs. Wu came over with a pottery jar and heard what her granddaughter had just said.
She clearly expressed her support for her granddaughter's idea, "Azhi is right. The jelly we earn is just a hard-earned income. There are still people in the village who have more ideas."
"Let's not do such an eye-catching thing!"
Song Zhi nodded repeatedly, "Although we can't sell sugar, we can use it to make cakes. This way, the cost of making cakes can be reduced, and we can naturally make more money."
Speaking of pastries, Song Zhi remembered the new agreement she had made with Manager Zhou today.
"Grandma, I forgot to tell you that starting tomorrow, Shopkeeper Zhou must deliver eight kilograms of cakes every day. Additional orders will be processed separately."