Farming: I dressed up as a widow and beat my parents-in-law violently

While her grandson was buying meat buns, Aunt Tao ate two steamed buns and drank half a bottle of water.

As people age, their appetite decreases and digestion becomes worse, so she felt her stomach was a little full.

When I was young, I would have been four times full at most.

"If you don't eat, I won't either."

Ma Baozhong deliberately kept a straight face.

"Eat, eat, eat, you little brat, you don't know how to enjoy yourself. I'm going to be put in a coffin. What's the point of eating so much?"

Aunt Tao cursed, but her heart was as sweet as honey.

The thing she is most proud of in her life is that her children and grandchildren are all filial.

Even though her family was poor, she still lived a happy life.

When Ma Baozhong saw his grandma eating the meat buns obediently, he raised the corner of his mouth and started eating together.

Soon noon arrived.

This is the hottest time of the day.

The cicadas on the tree chirped crazily, and the sound was as harsh as a girl’s scream.

Yan Xia stood in the yard and looked up. She saw the sun hanging in the sky like a huge mooncake, burning the top of her head so hot that she felt like a mutton kebab lying on an iron plate being grilled repeatedly.

Almost mushy.

"It's so hot. Why is there no wind at all?" Yan Xia took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat.

The veil has changed from white to light yellow.

There was also a rancid smell.

It only took one morning.

Xiaoji took the handkerchief and washed it by the well to dry it.

"Mom, why is it hotter this year than last year, especially next to the oven, I feel like I'm getting cooked."

is not that right.

When Yan Xia first helped, she felt like she was about to suffer from heat stroke.

"Come, eat some fruit to relieve the heat."

The bayberries and mulberries have been washed and put in a food box packed with ice cubes for more than an hour.

Yan Xia was the first to pick one up and put it in his mouth, biting it down.

The cold taste made her say "hmm" involuntarily.

Just don't get too comfortable.

If there was another bottle of ice-cold Coke, she would probably be moved to tears.

If you buy too much fruit, it will spoil easily. Yan Xia thought of it before buying it. She had other plans. The bayberries were used to make wine and the mulberries were used to make glutinous rice dumplings.

After eating the fruit, Yan Xia didn't want to eat anymore.

She was lying in a rocking chair under a tree.

I wandered around and squinted for a while, but within ten minutes I woke up from the heat, sweating all over, and couldn't fall asleep again.

She simply went to the kitchen and soaked all the remaining bayberries in wine.

Then started making mulberry jam.

After boiling, put it into a jar and take out some for later use when experimenting with new products.

There was still a lot of glutinous rice flour in the shop. Yan Xia scooped up half a basin, sifted it and put in an equal amount of sugar. Then she scooped two spoons of the juice from the mulberry jam and poured it into the glutinous rice flour. Finally, she slowly added milk until it was completely gone. The glutinous rice flour is kneaded into a ball without falling apart.

"Xiaoji, light the fire and put on the steamer!"

"okay--"

Twenty minutes later, the steamed glutinous rice balls are out of the pot.

It shows a light purple color, which is what was often called snow-blue color in ancient times.

After waiting for it to cool down, Yan Xia washed her hands, continued to knead the glutinous rice balls, and then divided them into thirty pieces.

Sprinkle the fried glutinous rice flour and use a rolling pin to roll it into a round crust.

"Xiaoji, bring the square egg cake that was just baked."

"okay!"

Xiaoji is very quick at work. Like Yan Xia, she never takes a nap. One of them doesn't like it, and the other has started working since she was sensible. She is too busy digging wild vegetables at noon to sleep. Habits developed over the years are naturally difficult to break.

So the two of them worked together and were busy.

The freshly baked chicken cake exuded the fragrance of milk. Yan Xia cut the cake into square pieces.

Put it into the pie crust, add a spoonful of jam, and wrap it up.

Knead it into a round shape and you're done.

At this time, the glutinous rice dumplings were still hot and not delicious after taking a bite.

Yan Xia put thirty dumplings into the food box he had just used to eat fruit to cool down.

Waiting for the shop to open in the afternoon.

The glutinous rice dumplings are already steaming.

"Here, one for each of you, let's have a taste."

Yan Xia took out 10 and distributed them to everyone present.

"Mom, this glutinous rice dumpling is so beautiful, I can't bear to eat it." Lamei (Chang Yi) held the dumpling in her hands and looked left and right.

"It's sour and sweet, with a fruity and milky aroma. Mom, you are so awesome. Everything tastes delicious. Do you want to sell this?" Osmanthus (Chang Yu) took a bite and asked impatiently. .

She likes this taste so much. She has a bad appetite in summer, and pastries that are too sweet make people not want to look at them.

But this dumpling has a unique appearance and an inside that has never been seen before.

When you bite into it, you will first feel the glutinous texture, then the soft texture, and then the granular texture of jam, all mixed together.

If you want to sell it.

It will be sold out every day.

"It's delicious, Mom, you can sell it. This is definitely easy to sell." Jin Fu (Chang Fu) has a big mouth. He stuffed all the dumplings into his mouth and chewed them wildly, causing his speech to be slightly unclear.

"It does have to be sold, but I only boiled one can. I estimate that it can only be sold for a month at most. Without adding branches, if the branches also need to purchase goods, it won't even last half a month. The mulberries are still not enough. These few days Ri Niang will check to see if there are any more for sale."

Yan Xia also kept one for herself.

She pinched the glutinous rice dumpling, took a big bite, and drank half of it.

After being chilled for so long, the dumplings taste like thawed Snow Meiniang.

The cake inside is baked extremely soft and is still delicious even if it is cold.

The jam is cooked extremely well. She adds very little sugar because the fruit will become sour after heating, so the jam is now half sour and half sweet.

"Mom, do you want to sell the rest today?"

Chang Fu asked as he picked up the food box.

"Yes, we sell it. We don't take it out. We can only eat it in. It costs half a tael of silver per plate. There are two pieces in the plate. Remember to add the word "limited."

Yan Xia finished the last of the glutinous rice dumplings and took a sip of tea to moisten her throat.

replied.

"I know, mother, by the way, what's the name of this pastry?"

Yan Xia thought for a while and said, "Xue Qing Nuo Nuo!"

in the afternoon.

Yan's Pastry Shop once again has a new product.

Regular customers who come often rush to grab it when they hear there is a new product.

There are only twenty in total, which is ten copies.

Sold out in ten minutes.

There is no one who is poor who can come to the second floor of the shop every day to sit and drink tea and eat cakes.

Everyone is not short of money.

I see other people eating new products, but they can’t.

They all clamored for Yan Xia to do more.

But the ice cubes in the store have been used up today, and it takes time to make the dumplings, so they need to be refrigerated.

Yan Xia didn't agree.

She can only use limited materials and try to make as many as possible tomorrow to appease them.

When we returned to the backyard, it was already half an hour later.

Yan Xia said it was done.

She held the teapot and drank directly from her lips.

A full pot of tea was drunk.

The more you sweat, the more water you will naturally replenish.

After a busy afternoon, I finally closed the shop.

Yan Xia was about to go to his restaurant to have a bowl of spicy hotpot. As soon as he walked to the middle of the street, he saw Qian Yi driving a carriage back.

A familiar figure jumped out of the carriage, plopped, and knelt directly in front of her.

"Please shopkeeper Yan, please save my master!"