The steps Chu Yue uses to make maltose are also called traditional sugar making method.

In ancient times, there were no industrial machines, so people could only spend time and energy step by step to slowly make some sugar cubes.

However, with the advent of the industrial age, this time-consuming and labor-intensive method has gradually been eliminated, and fewer and fewer people know about it. After all, as long as you save money, you can buy it, which is much more convenient than making it yourself.

No wonder Chen Fengying, a farmer, had never seen one.

Chu Yue held a spoon and turned the sugar water in the big iron pot from time to time, and then slowly explained to Chen Fengying the production steps, the time required, and some raw materials.

"Wheat...glutinous rice...just these two things? Are these really the only two things that can be used to make sugar?" Chen Fengying was still shocked after hearing it all.

It’s not that she didn’t believe what Chu Yue said, but it was too magical, as magical as magic.

Chu Yue said in a deep voice, "Yes, just these two things, as long as you are willing to spend time, you can make them."

Chen Fengying looked at Chu Yue, then at the pot of golden sugar water. Her eyes sparkled as if she had seen gold, and she smiled shyly at Chu Yue.

"Ms. Chu, I can't remember the steps you just mentioned. Can you tell me again?"

"No problem, sit down and I'll tell you slowly."

Chu Yue didn't mind Chen Fengying being annoying. It was boring to be guarding the syrup anyway, so she just treated it as someone to chat with.

During this time, Chu Yue suggested, "Sister Chen, I can write it down for you so that you can read it when you go back."

"No, no, it's a waste if you write it down. I can't read and I can't understand it." Chen Fengying didn't feel inferior because she couldn't read. She patted her head and tried to remember what Chu Yue said. "I have plenty of wheat at home. I'll go to the city and buy a few kilograms of glutinous rice. Then I can make candy."

Later, when Chen Fengying heard that Chu Yue had been busy for four or five hours, she immediately asked Chu Yue to take a break and she helped to watch the iron pot, stirring it every five minutes. She remembered it very clearly.

Chu Yue was finally able to leave the stuffy kitchen and go outside to take a breath.

Later, Xia Xiaolan also came.

Xia Xiaolan did not come empty-handed. She brought some peanut crisps and invited Chu Yue and Chen Fengying to share them with her.

She was not as surprised as Chen Fengying, but when she saw the whole iron pot of golden syrup, she was shocked again. Her eyes widened and she spoke quickly.

"Sister Ayue, this... is it malt sugar? The kind that can be stretched and spun around?" Xia Xiaolan made several movements with her hands, similar to spinning around with chopsticks.

Chen Fengying was shocked, "Xiaolan, you actually know this, can you do it?"

Xia Xiaolan shook her head. "I don't know how to make it, but I've bought it before, especially when I was a kid. There were old people on the street carrying poles selling maltose. They had a small pot and a small stove, and it smelled just like this."

Chen Fengying had indeed overestimated Xia Xiaolan. She couldn't do it, but she knew how to spend money.

After Xia Xiaolan finished speaking, she swallowed her saliva and smiled shyly, "Sister Yue, I haven't eaten maltose for a long time. Can you let me have a taste when you make it?"

"Of course, you can eat as much as you want."

Just like that, there was one more person in Chu Yue's family.

Xia Xiaolan took the stool that Lu Yuanbao used to stand on when washing dishes, sat down on it, and held her chin with both hands, waiting for the sugar water to be ready.

Gradually, the big bubbles that popped up in the iron pot at first turned into small and dense bubbles, and finally became viscous.

At this point, the maltose is about 80% ready, and the next step is to wait for it to become a syrup.

Another half hour passed like this.

When Chu Yue was turning the spoon to stir, she could clearly feel the resistance and it took a lot of effort to turn it.

She picked up the spoon, and the syrup on the spoon slowly flowed down, no longer in the form of drops of water, but a whole piece of syrup. [Picture]

When the high-temperature syrup comes into contact with the slightly cool air, it gradually begins to solidify, and the speed at which it flows downward will become slower and slower, and then gradually stop.

After Chu Yue confirmed it several times, she raised the corner of her mouth and said to Chen Fengying, "Sister Chen, put out the fire. There's no need to burn it."

Chen Fengying replied, "Okay."

Xia Xiaolan looked at Chu Yue's movements and suddenly remembered something. She said excitedly, "Sister Yue, can we use this to make sugar paintings?"

"Yes, I can. I can draw dragons and phoenixes." Chu Yue was a typical science student and knew nothing about art. She turned around and asked Xia Xiaolan, "Can you do it?"

Xia Xiaolan has always been a very timid person, never willing to take the lead in anything. But this time, under the temptation of delicious food, she plucked up the courage to say, "I can give it a try. I'm actually quite good at painting."

"Okay, I'll prepare the tools later and let you try it."

"Sister Yue, you are so nice!"

Xia Xiaolan didn't expect that Chu Yue would agree after she said that, and was willing to let her give it a try.

Chu Yue smiled, took out the clean enamel basin she had prepared, scooped the syrup from the iron pot and put it into the enamel basin. There were three basins in total, all of which were heavy, with each basin weighing at least four or five pounds.

Chen Fengying was amazed as she watched from the side. She pointed at the residue still stuck in the iron pot and said, "There's more here... there's more here... don't waste it... it's all sugar."

Chu Yue smiled and said, "Sister Chen, not a single bit can be wasted."

Then, Chu Yue took out the sesame seeds that she had prepared long ago and threw handfuls of them into the iron pot.

She also said, "Sister Chen, in addition to sesame seeds, you can also use crushed peanuts, peeled melon seeds, and walnuts. Just put them in directly."

The tiny sesame seeds quickly clung to the remaining syrup, and after everything was mixed evenly, they were kneaded into small balls...

"It's sesame candy!"

Xia Xiaolan shouted excitedly.

She brought some peanut crisps when she came here before, but they were no longer fragrant at this time. She just stared at the small balls that Chu Yue had just made.

Chu Yue handed it to her and Chen Fengying, "You guys eat it."

The two rubbed their hands and decided to be polite after waiting for such a long time.

When you put the sesame candy balls into your mouth, you will taste the warm sugar and warm sesame seeds. They have the crispy texture of sesame seeds and the sticky feeling of syrup. They are not only delicious, but most importantly - sweet!

The sweetness of maltose is different from that of white sugar. It is sweet but not greasy and has a special flavor.

If you wait for the sesame balls to sit for a while and the syrup hardens before eating them, they will have a different kind of crispy and crunchy texture.

"tasty!"

"Oh my god, this is so delicious."

Xia Xiaolan and Chen Fengying exclaimed in surprise. Before they knew it, it was evening. The courtyard door opened, and Lu Yuanbao and Chen Dazhuang were the first to rush in.

Chen Dazhuang's nose twitched, "What a nice smell! Aunt Chu must have made something delicious again!"

Lu Yuanbao was pulled by Chen Dazhuang to run a few steps, then he remembered something and turned around to look at Tan Rourou who was standing outside the door and had not come in.

He asked, "Tan Rourou, do you want to come with us?"