It turned out that although nomadic peoples usually consume various dairy products, the "stretched cheese" that Su Qingluan knew did not appear.
Although similar "milk tofu" and "dried milk" are also made using a similar "casein reaction", their texture is harder, a bit similar to the dairy products such as "milk slices" that Su Qingluan ate in her previous life.
But if you think about it, you can understand that although "stretched cheese" is simple to make, it requires strict temperature control. Whether the temperature is too low or too high, the ideal effect cannot be achieved.
Sometimes, the first step from zero to one, from nothing to something, is the hardest step. So even though Su Qingluan thinks it is very simple, and everyone has actually mastered the basic techniques, there is indeed a feeling of "passing by the door without entering."
But this is just right, Su Qingluan thought: This way we can take advantage of this time difference and make the stringy cheese a hot new product of "Su Ji".
However, all these ideas are based on a major premise - her new products can only be launched in the capital.
After all, milk is a rare luxury these days, not to mention that stringy cheese is even rarer - it takes five or six kilograms of milk to make a small piece of stringy cheese, about the size of a steamed bun.
Add to that the ingredients used to adjust the sweetness of the cheese - honey, sugar and other ingredients, each of which is something that an ordinary family would only eat a few bites of in a year, so this thing is extremely precious.
What's more, this cheese must be eaten while it is fresh, otherwise it will become rancid and spoiled. If you eat it and get food poisoning, you will go to hell in this era.
Su Qingluan didn't intend to take that risk, so since she had already made the shredded cheese today and she had also recorded the temperature of the milk and the ratio of lemon juice in advance, she planned to finish all of this palm-sized piece of cheese today.
Since Song Bo helped to knead the dough, Su Qingluan saved a lot of effort, so she started to think of other tricks - for example, since she was making the steamed buns, she definitely couldn't make them "ordinary steamed buns", otherwise her skills would be wasted.
To put it bluntly, Su Qingluan felt a little itchy after not doing anything for a few days.
However, pastries are not something she is particularly good at. The pastries that can be made into shapes are those that require shortening and frying, such as lotus pastries.
Su Qingluan thought about it and recalled the image of a "snow rabbit" in an anime in her previous life, with two small red eyes and small ears made of leaves.
As for the rabbit's body, you only need a small snowball.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan said hello to Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo and said she was going out for a while.
"At this time?" Mu Xingzhi raised an eyebrow and checked the time: the sun was high overhead, it was noon. At this time every day, didn't the person in front of him always go back to his room and say he wanted to take a "nap"? Why was he so energetic today?
Su Qingluan naturally knew what Mu Xingzhi was surprised about, but the habit of "taking a nap" was ultimately due to the fact that she did so in order to replenish her physical strength in the afternoon when she went to work at "Su Ji".
Su Qingluan had been doing nothing at home these days and felt that she had too much energy and didn't need a nap at all.
So Su Qingluan said, "I'm going to pick some beautiful leaves" and went out with a small bamboo basket.
Song Bo heard Su Qingluan's clear voice from a distance. He took the basin of dough to the sunny spot in the yard and smiled and shook his head: "Madam still has a childish personality."
Su Qingluan smiled and shook her head: "She has never been a child." Of course, this sentence was almost a whisper, and even someone with good hearing like Song Bo could not hear it clearly.
The weather is fine today, and the leaves have turned into various colors of gold, red, brown, dark green, etc. Deep and shallow leaves spread all the way from the roadside under your feet to the hillside, and to the horizon, suddenly colliding with the blue and almost transparent sky at the boundary between heaven and earth, just like a colorful oil painting.
It is now the busiest autumn harvest season in the village, and the weather is very sunny today. Su Qingluan can see people walking like ants on the hillside from a distance.
Some of these people were farmers working in the fields, while others were women and children who brought food to their families. However, these children who were able to work in the fields were usually twelve or thirteen years old. Although they were not yet adults, they could at least run a few steps without falling down.
The remaining younger children and the elderly who can barely walk can only feed chickens, ducks, geese and pigs at home and do light work within their ability.
But children are playful and active. No matter how hard life is, they can always find their own happiness. Several children were divided into two teams under an old tree and were shouting something.
Su Qingluan now has twenty or thirty leaves that she likes in her hands - some of these leaves will be used to decorate pastries later, but some will be kept to press bookmarks or used as decorations.
She was wandering around aimlessly when she saw a few children divided into two groups shouting loudly, so she went over to take a look out of curiosity.
There were about ten children in the two teams. Except for four or five people who were concentrated in the center, the rest were on the periphery, so some of them could not join in the fun and their attention was rather scattered.
Hearing the footsteps approaching, the children outside raised their heads and looked at Su Qingluan in a daze.
Su Qingluan also found some of them familiar, but she was not very good at remembering other people's names and appearances, so she couldn't remember who they were for a while.
The only thing that is certain is that the elders or brothers and sisters in the families of these people should all work at "Su Ji", so she may have seen these children by chance - after all, "Su Ji" employees often have to take the children to their side for various reasons.
Su Qingluan also allows families who have no one to take care of their children to do so - this can be considered one of the "benefits" of employees.
The children probably felt that Su Qingluan looked familiar, and since children have fewer things to worry about, they remember everything more clearly. Two or three of them recognized Su Qingluan and greeted her warmly.
Su Qingluan leaned over and asked with a smile, "What are you doing?"
"We are fighting over grass! Whoever wins will get the malt sugar - hey, don't use so much force, be careful!" Halfway through the explanation, the child was probably dissatisfied with the way his "competitor" used force, and quickly turned around to give him "tips".
Su Qingluan watched for a while and realized: In fact, this so-called "grass fighting" was something she had played when she was a child. It was the so-called "pulling roots". She didn't expect that after thousands of years, in another time and space, she would see such a game again. She couldn't help but feel deeply moved.
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