The elderly couple from the Gan family looked at each other, their heads full of questions.
Make money? What kind of money can you make from a cow?
Furthermore, what does this have to do with a secret recipe?
However, Ganli didn't have time to talk to them much. She hurriedly ate a couple of mouthfuls of rice and then rushed into the kitchen, leaving Gantian outside to explain to them.
When the elderly couple heard that their daughter intended to use the cow's milk to make food, they were horrified.
"Milk? That stuff has a really strong, fishy smell, who would eat it?"
"You bet! Will this even work?"
In the kitchen, Ganli heard the questioning voices coming from outside and sighed helplessly, rubbing her forehead. This was already the umpteenth time she had heard such comments today.
However, she knew that no amount of explanation would be of any use. She would let them taste it for themselves and then they would know whether it was true or not!
As she thought about it, her hands didn't stop moving. First, she removed the stems from the fairy grass, leaving only the leaves for later use. After washing off the sand, she put it in a pot and soaked it in water.
She then went out and instructed the Gan brothers to milk some cows—although she didn't intend to use them, the formality still had to be observed.
The Gan brothers had just unloaded the oxcart and were settling the oxen in the yard when they heard their sister's instructions. They quickly grabbed a clean bucket and went to milk the cows.
The job looked simple, and it was indeed simple. The cattle dealer wasn't lying; the cows produced a lot of milk, and in just one hour, a large bucket was filled.
They carried the milk into the kitchen and found their sister lighting a fire under the stove, with something bubbling and steaming in a pot.
"Little sister, what is this?" Gan Mingyi curiously peeked out, only to find a dark, bubbling thing churning in the pot.
"Immortal Grass," Gan Li replied, stirring the pot with a spatula. "It's ready."
She turned off the stove fire and waited for the contents of the pot to cool down a bit. Then, she found a clean, fine cotton cloth and carefully filtered out the residue. She poured the filtered broth back into the pot, added a bowl of water mixed with sweet potato starch, and stirred it continuously until the color turned black again. Only then did she scoop out the contents and place them in a clean wooden basin.
After doing all this, Ganli was covered in sweat, but she was very pleased with what she saw in front of her—this wasn't water boiled with some kind of magical herb; it was clearly pure silver!
The "fairy grass" she mentioned is actually the herb *Mesona chinensis*. In her time, people often used *Mesona chinensis* to make a drink called "roasted herb jelly," which was a wonderful thing, not only quenching thirst and relieving summer heat, but also cooling and reducing internal heat.
However, this stuff won't solidify anytime soon, so she plans to use this time to prepare the other ingredients and 'process' the milk as well.
The process of 'processing' the milk was not something that could be seen by others, so she made an excuse to send the Gan brothers out and went with Gan Tian to wash the popsicle molds. After making sure that no one would come in for the time being, she picked up the wooden bucket full of milk and, with a thought, returned to her spatial supermarket.
She had already rehearsed it in her mind. As soon as she came in, she carried the bucket of milk into the small room, poured the milk, which smelled strongly of fish, into the sink, and then cleaned the bucket.
He then carried the wooden bucket and ran quickly to the shelf where the milk was placed, picked up the milk on top, opened the bottle cap, and poured it into the wooden bucket.
Fortunately, the shelves were automatically replenished, so Ganli poured the milk without a second thought. She quickly filled a bucket with milk, then picked it up and went back to the kitchen.
The Gan family was still washing molds by the well in the yard. Gan Mingyi was loudly describing to his parents how popular his little sister's popsicles were, and bursts of joyful laughter could be heard from time to time.
Seeing that they were completely unaware, Ganli secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She took out the kudzu root powder she had bought last time from under the stove, added water and kneaded it into a dough. Then she carefully rolled it into a long strip with her palm, cut it into small pieces with a kitchen knife, rolled them on a bamboo sieve, and they became round little balls, which were quite cute.
The water on the stove was boiling, bubbling and steaming. Ganli poured the small dumplings into the pot, and they tumbled in the boiling water. Gradually, their originally white skins became crystal clear.
Ganli scooped out a pear with a slotted spoon and couldn't wait to put it in her mouth. It was soft, chewy, and bouncy—just the taste she remembered!
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As the sun set and the last glimmer of light faded from the horizon, the sweltering heat showed no signs of abating; even Ah Huang, the dog at the village entrance, was sweltering and sticking out his tongue.
The Gan family members finally finished washing the popsicle molds, and they were all exhausted, with aching backs and dry mouths.
Ganli came out of the kitchen carrying two bowls of sweet water, and said with a smile, "Come on, everyone, try it! It's a new product!"
Grandma Gan was the first to step forward, curiously examining the contents of the bowl. She saw several dark-colored things floating on a layer of milky white broth, shaped somewhat like tofu, but crystal clear like crystal. There were also a few round, plump little dumplings on the side.
"What is this thing? It looks a bit like porridge..." Grandma Gan asked in confusion. Having lived most of her life, this was the first time she had ever seen such a strange and unusual thing.
"Good stuff!" Gan Li said, picking up a spoon and scooping up a spoonful, then holding it to Old Lady Gan's lips, saying, "You'll know once you try it!"
Grandma Gan opened her mouth with some skepticism. As soon as the 'porridge' entered her mouth, a cool and refreshing aroma instantly filled her mouth. The milky fragrance was rich but not cloying, and a magical fragrance danced on her tongue. The small glutinous rice balls were soft, chewy, and slightly bouncy. The three textures intertwined, creating a wonderfully unique experience.
This porridge was chilled; one sip and the stuffy heat that had been building up in my chest was instantly dispelled, leaving me feeling incredibly refreshed!
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