The Daily Life of the Daughter of a Minor Official Chapter 106

Chapter 106: Ginger hits milk (listening 1111)

Su Ruojin ran to the kitchen corridor. Cheng Yingzhen was making tea when she saw her daughter running over. "Be careful of getting burned."

 “Mom, let's boil it, I'm thirsty.”

What I ate at noon was fine soup with lots of seasonings and plenty of flavor. The sun was shining on me, and my mouth was still dry. I picked up a cup and drank it in one go. I also wiped my mouth and said, "Mom, give me some more cold drinks." One cup.”

 “Slow down, don't choke.”

"It's okay." Su Ruojin walked around Cheng Yingzhen's back, put her arms around her neck and started to have **** together. Su Sanlang was playing with dead leaves on the edge of the corridor. When he saw his sister dominating his mother's back, he went over to grab her. The two siblings were jostling around and making a lot of noise.

Zhao Lan thought to himself, what would happen if his younger sister fought with her younger brother like this? Teach her... beat her... He used his brother's child as an imaginary, and found that if this was the case, he would either scold her or hide away impatiently, and he would never find it interesting like now.

Either the feng shui of Dr. Su's courtyard is different from other places, or Su Erniang and Su Sanlang are not related to him by blood after all, so don't care!

Zhao Lan thought so.

"Zijin, what do you think is the best move?" Fan Yanjia asked for help from the sidelines.

Zhao Lan withdrew her thoughts and looked at the chessboard, "Watching the chess without saying a word is a gentleman."

Fan Yanjia: ...Then what are you looking at that makes me think you are willing to help, huh!

Su Yanli smiled slightly, not in a hurry, and waited for Young Master Fan to think slowly.

 Cheng Yingzhen made tea and served a cup to everyone.

 While playing chess, drink tea.

The warm winter sun shone in from the corridor, making everyone feel warm and sleepy. Everyone found a small stool and sat against the wall, lazily.

 Life, this is how it should be!

The chess game lasted until around two o'clock. Su Yanli let everyone move around as they pleased. Su Sanlang, the little living treasure, acted as a happy fruit for everyone. Everyone was amused by him. Fan Yanjia was the most experienced with three- and four-year-old boys. We went down to the patio and started making noise with him. It was very lively.

Su Yanli wandered into the study, leaving the corridor and patio for the children to play freely.

Su Ruojin's drowsiness has passed. She is working on the meat grinder and preparing to stuff sausages. In previous years, she had no money and no time last year. This year, she has money and leisure, so she is going to stuff some sausages to eat.

Since there are no chili peppers, don't even think about spicy sausages. Let's get a five-spice and starch sausage. It can be given as a gift in the year or you can keep it for yourself, especially if the starch sausage is fine, you can put it in a frying pan. Exploding, who can not love it?

She is so cute, so when I have free time, I come to think about the all-in-one meat grinder and sausage enema machine. If the meat grinder is successful, Mother Dong and the others can save a lot of labor on the meat filling. I wonder if a blacksmith can make it. Woolen cloth! Think about it first!

Zhao Lan saw the young lady lying on an armchair writing and scratching. She had been drawing for a long time and didn't know what she was drawing. Anyway, he stood behind and watched with great interest.

Finally, Su Ruojin finished drawing the simplest assembly diagram inside and outside. While relaxing his shoulders, Su Ruojin thought about whether to find a blacksmith shop or ask Mr. Xue next door.

Without anyone noticing, Zhao Lan reached out and pulled the sketch away. Su Ruojin turned around and rolled her eyes at him.

Zhao Lan pretended not to see it and asked, "What is this for?"

 “Lazy machine.”

 Zhao Lan: ...You are a lazy person!

 One afternoon, Su Ruojin didn't know that she had become various spirits in Zhao Lan's heart.

Zhao Lan didn't understand, so he asked, “Where is it used?”

 “Grind meat.”

"Did you think of it yourself?" Su Ruojin didn't dare to say it even if he thought of it himself. He immediately went to the study to get a Tiangong Kaiwu, and turned to a picture of a meat grinder, "I thought of it."

Zhao Lan:…

　　It's true that lazy people have their own ways to be lazy!

The young master looked disdainful, which made Su Ruojin unhappy. Just when he was about to **** the drawing, he rolled his eyes and realized that the ready-made resources were not wasted. Besides, why don't you give him the sausage after filling it?

Since he also eats, shouldn't he contribute something?

Su Ruojin will never admit that it is not easy to make even a simple manual mini meat grinder at this time.

 But Zhao Lan actually took the job.

 “What's the benefit?”

Su Ruojin's smile that he was about to squeeze out suddenly stopped midway. Fortunately, he was the son of a powerful man who was raised in power. He couldn't do it early without any benefit. He could do it and could calculate the price, which showed that this matter was more feasible.

 “The delicious food I make will be the first to be delivered to you.”

 Shouldn't it be?

Su Ruojin didn't see someone's expression. She had been thinking about the drawing for many days and finally someone could turn it into a real thing. When she was happy, she made **** milk for everyone.

 When I was making this delicious dish, I was surrounded by everyone and watched the whole process.

Su Ruojin: ...Why do you feel like you are a celebrity food blogger?

Many people fail to make **** milk at home. There are different reasons. In fact, the first step is to choose milk. It is best to choose milk with high protein and fat. Because Cheng Yingzhen has a weak constitution, the Su family often goes out to buy milk. When they come back, they are either cooked or used as dessert ingredients.

Su Ruojin bought buffalo milk shipped from the south. It has higher protein and fat than the milk produced by cattle in the north, so the success rate of making **** milk is higher. The second step is to choose the right ginger. Generally, choose If you don't have small turmeric, you must choose old ginger, otherwise you won't be able to make **** juice. Cut the old **** into fine pieces, use a colander to squeeze out the juice, and filter it again to ensure that the **** juice is fine. The **** juice will be made in this way. Milk is delicious.

 Then there is the ratio of **** to milk. There is no mini electronic scale here, everything depends on the feel of the hand. Su Ruojin is quite nervous. There are so many people watching, wouldn't it be embarrassing if it fails?

No matter, now that the stall has been set up, she has to go to it. She took out the small stove, put the milk on it to heat, and made **** milk. This step is also very critical. You must not boil the milk. Do it after boiling. It's not like **** hits milk.

Su Ruojin paid attention to the temperature of the milk as if she were serving the empress dowager. Who knows that there were no thermometers in ancient times? While waiting for the temperature to rise, slowly add rock sugar and let it melt. If the temperature is almost between 70 and 80 degrees, quickly lift the milk high and pour it into the **** juice.

 After brewing, immediately cover the mixture with the pot lid.

 “It will take a little half a quarter of an hour to eat.”

It seemed simple, but felt unbelievable. Fan Yanjia sighed: "No wonder we call it Jiang Bangnai, it turns out that we really need to do it!" Thinking about it, he felt something was wrong, "Hey, didn't you call it Jiang Bangnai? Then why did you use milk to do it? Ginger? Shouldn't it be called Nai Chong Jiang?”

 Everyone:…

Fan Yanjia: Why does it feel weird?

 While everyone was discussing **** versus milk or milk versus milk, they were quietly waiting for Su Ruojin's new dessert.

Finally, the time was almost up. Su Ruojin didn't dare to lift the lid of the pot directly. She raised her little hand just a little bit, squinted her eyes and looked in. Then she nervously lifted the lid a little bit, once or twice...

Dear friends, happy May Day, see you tomorrow!

Good night!

　　(End of this chapter)

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