Chapter 69 Steamed Sorghum Mixed with Wine Yeast
Tu Subo has always paid attention to cleanliness. He always takes a bath after returning from work day after day, and changing between the two sets of clothes in his hands has become a daily routine.
Whenever this happened, Gu Yuexuan would consciously avoid it, but today seemed different. He clutched the dry clothes tightly in his hands, hesitating whether to continue. At this moment, Gu Yuexuan seemed to suddenly understand something, stood up and said, "Well, call me when you're done."
She walked out lightly with the clothes in her hands, and did not forget to carefully close the door to leave Tu Subo a private space.
Tu Subo gently rubbed the remaining water droplets on his fingertips, and a playful smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.
What happened to her?
After a while, when he tidied himself up and pushed the door out with a handsome look, he was immediately greeted by the soft ruler lying flat in Gu Yuexuan's hand.
She whispered, "Come, let me measure you."
This was her first time doing a tailoring job, so she was extremely cautious.
She followed Xi Lanfang's instructions meticulously, noting down every precise measurement. Gu Yuexuan held the ruler in both hands and carefully moved it around Tu Subo's waist.
However, as soon as the measuring tape touched her, she noticed something strange.
This distance seems too close...
Tu Subo followed her instructions, stretched out his arms, and stood still. However, when he lowered his head, his breath gently brushed against the tips of her hair.
Although it was just a tiny amount of body temperature, it made Gu Yuexuan's scalp feel slightly numb.
Considering the size difference between her and Tu Subo, this measurement seemed to force her to stretch her hands to his waist, as if to gently embrace him in her arms. This was really...
She decisively threw one end of the ruler to the ground, intending to go around and pick it up again.
But unexpectedly, the end of the thrown ruler was caught steadily by Tu Subo's broad palm.
He didn't seem to notice this subtle change, and continued to speak in a steady tone, "Xuanxuan, what's the problem?"
"Am I standing wrong?"
Gu Yuexuan didn't notice the underlying nervousness in his words, but said with a bitter smile, "It's hard for me to measure accurately this way, so how about..."
"Then try a different posture."
Tu Subo suddenly interrupted her, and his hand holding the ruler gently slid across her waist.
How can this waist be so slender?
The moment Tu Subo wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, she couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder in her heart. Then, he exerted force with both hands and lifted her up lightly.
Gu Yuexuan's face was filled with astonishment, her feet dangling in the air. When she came to her senses, she found that Tu Subo had gently placed her on the bed so that she was standing.
When they were both on the ground, the top of her head just barely touched his chest.
But at this moment, with the help of the height of the bed, the two finally achieved a nearly perfect eye contact.
Tu Subo curled up slightly, his fingertips sliding down from her soft waist. He then turned around, facing away from Gu Yuexuan, opened his arms, and asked politely, "Do you feel more comfortable in this position?"
Indeed, this way, you no longer need to look for something to prop up your toes when measuring shoulder width and back length.
Gu Yuexuan took a deep breath, trying to calm the inexplicable panic in her heart. While sorting out the crumpled tape measure, she said in a dry voice, "Okay, take a small step back."
Tu Subu Boy followed the instructions and when he lowered his head, he could catch a glimpse of Gu Yuexuan's pair of white jade hands coming from behind him.
Those hands were too thin, as if any part was too fragile to withstand a pinch, and every inch of skin was as smooth as flowing water.
How can one not feel pity for this look?
The two of them had different ideas, but they finally completed this cooperation. After the measurement was completed, Gu Yuexuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She carefully put the tape measure away and whispered, "Okay, wait for your weird dress."
Tu Subo heard the self-mockery in her words and couldn't help but smile knowingly. He said calmly, "No rush, I have plenty of patience."
As if sensing Gu Yuexuan's uneasiness, he naturally changed the subject: "I noticed you were soaking sorghum outside. Are you planning to start brewing wine?"
Gu Yuexuan responded softly, and then she regained consciousness: "Now that you mention it, I remember it."
She soaked the sorghum in water in the morning and it should be almost ready now.
She pushed the door open in a hurry, while Tu Subo stood there, stroking his fingertips lightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he let out an almost imperceptible chuckle.
When Tu Subo walked out of the house, Gu Yuexuan was already using a sieve to carefully drain the excess water from the sorghum.
After the water was drained, the sorghum was placed in a special wine steamer. Tu Subo took the responsibility of carrying the steamer.
Following Gu Yuexuan's instructions, he placed the steamer in an iron pot filled with water and carefully covered it with a wooden lid. Gu Yuexuan, on the other hand, picked up a small stone mortar and carefully crushed the dried yeast into a powder, her movements skillful and lively.
Today, in order to try brewing sorghum wine, dinner was specially moved forward by an hour.
The flames on the stove were jumping, and bits of firelight were scattered in the yard. Tu Suye was used to staying indoors after meals. Everyone's eyes were focused on one place.
Tu Suting couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked doubtfully, "Niece-in-law, can you really make good wine this way?"
If wine can be produced simply by steaming sorghum, then how could the unique skills of the winery family become a secret recipe that is not passed on to others?
The grandfather was experienced and his thoughts were profound. He looked at the snow-white powder that Gu Yuexuan crushed into a large bowl and said thoughtfully, "The key is not the sorghum, but her distiller's yeast."
"Grandfather is really amazing."
Gu Yuexuan praised the old grandfather without revealing her feelings, and added with a smile, "After the sorghum is steamed, mix it evenly with the wine yeast, put it in the wine steamer and ferment it for more than a month, then you can start extracting the wine."
The process of brewing fine wine cannot be impatient, and patient waiting is an indispensable step.
Tu Suting nodded, not quite understanding. Looking at the steamed sorghum, he rolled up his sleeves and offered, "Tu Subo, you don't have to do it. I'll do it."
He volunteered to take on the task of mixing the wine yeast, while Gu Yuexuan sat leisurely beside him and began to carefully select osmanthus flowers.
There were only a few osmanthus flowers left to be picked at this time. These were the ones that Tu Subo had cut down and dried before.
She gently rubbed the dried osmanthus flowers in the sieve, causing them to emit a faint fragrance. Xi Lanfang asked curiously, "Is this used to make osmanthus cake?"
The osmanthus cake I made last time was extremely delicious. Not only did the children drool over it, but the adults also had a lingering aftertaste for it, but they just didn’t want to show it.
Gu Yuexuan explained as she removed the leaves mixed in with the osmanthus flowers: "Osmanthus cake can indeed be made, but this time I plan to use these osmanthus flowers to brew osmanthus rice wine."
The old grandfather and Tu Suting are addicted to alcohol, but they are not the only ones who like to drink.
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