Chapter 98 The last paragraph can't be eaten either
Sang Yu had halfway held the bowl out when she suddenly remembered something and pulled it back. Xie Qiujin reached out to take the bowl but it fell flat on her face, and she thought to herself, this is not good.
Sure enough, after Sang Yu took the bowl back, he used chopsticks to cut the fish into three pieces, leaving only the belly part, and then handed it back to her.
Xie Qiujin: ...It was all a false alarm.
But something to eat is better than nothing, so she silently took the bowl, gently picked up a little fish and put it into her mouth.
The first thing your taste buds feel is the sweet and sour sauce poured on the outer layer. The sourness is prominent but not overly stimulating, and the sweetness is rich but not greasy at all. The two flavors are perfectly blended together.
The outer layer of the fish is a crispy amber shell formed by high-temperature frying. When you bite it, you can hear a crisp "crunch" sound.
The fish meat inside is white and delicate, the juice is completely locked in, and it tastes fresh and juicy.
After taking a bite, Xie Qiujin became even sadder. The fish was so delicious, but she could only eat a little.
Sang Yongjing picked up some water celery and fried rabbit offal with chopsticks. The offal was cut into small pieces and it was difficult to tell what part it was originally from. It was evenly distributed on the water celery.
He had never eaten water celery before, but it smelled quite fragrant. He put a chopstick into his mouth and chewed it slowly.
He picked up a piece of rabbit liver. After being stir-fried, the rabbit liver remained tender and smooth, like pudding, and it seemed that it would melt without even chewing.
Water celery has a completely different texture. Its crude fiber makes it crunchy and juicy. Its unique fragrance completely neutralizes the fishy smell of the internal organs. The alternating crisp and smooth texture makes it somewhat addictive.
Sang Yu’s cooking skills never disappoint. The two dishes were as delicious as ever, and everyone was busy eating.
When Sang Yu walked over to Xie Qiujin with the bowl in hand, her eating movements froze. Hadn't she already cut her fish into three parts, leaving only one? Could this last part be inedible?
She didn't dare to look up, and secretly glanced at Sang Yu's movements out of the corner of her eye. Seeing her chopsticks reaching towards her bowl, she subconsciously held the bowl and turned away.
"Mom, why are you hiding?" Sang Yu was really at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He grabbed her hand to stop her from moving, and put the fish meat on his chopsticks steadily into her bowl.
"I removed the crispy skin from these two pieces of fish. They're not so greasy. You can eat them."
The reason why she didn't let Xie Qiujin eat too much was because sweet and sour fish had to be fried, and people with external injuries couldn't eat too much greasy food.
She also couldn't just watch them salivate while enjoying the delicious food, so removing the crispy skin was a good option. The texture would lose some depth, but it wouldn't taste too bad when eaten with the sweet and sour sauce.
Unexpectedly, she was not here to snatch the fish from her bowl but to give it to her. She was judging others by her own standards. Xie Qiujin blushed and whispered to her, "Thank you."
"What's there to say thank you to each other between mother and daughter? Let's eat it while it's hot. The taste will change if it gets cold." Sang Yu didn't take this matter to heart at all and urged her to eat quickly.
Sweet and sour fish must be eaten while it is hot. If you wait too long, the crispy outer layer will become soft and the taste will deteriorate. It will not taste as fragrant as when it is hot.
The family devoured both dishes, even the plate of sweet and sour sauce was mixed with rice and eaten up by Sang Yongjing.
After taking a short rest after the meal, I continued to process the golden cherry fruits. This money is indeed not as easy to earn as I imagined.
When it was almost dark, only one-third of the golden berries piled in the corner were left. After filling his stomach with a simple meal, Sang Yu began to prepare to make sugar.
If you don't process the pulp, there will be no place to store it.
The pots, pans, and other things were all occupied by the fruit pulp. Of course, those alone were far from enough. Even two mats for sleeping at night were required to barely hold the fruit pulp.
The processed fruit pulp was piled high on a base made of two mats, and it looked like it would collapse at the slightest movement.
It is still the familiar steps: soak in light salt water, add pulp and water in a ratio of 1:3, add rice seedlings after boiling, then patiently boil, filter, and boil again.
Looking at the two pots in front of him that were filled to the brim, and then looking at the unchanged hill, Sang Yu deeply realized one thing - he must buy two big pots in the new house.
It will take forever to make sugar with these two small pots.
It is definitely too late to buy it now. Besides, with their current living conditions, even if they buy a pot, they have no place to put it. She is afraid that the shelf will collapse under the weight if she puts it on the fire.
There is no other way, I can only endure it slowly.
Pot after pot of thick syrup is poured into jars and bowls to cool and set. It cannot be poured too thick, otherwise it will become a big lump after cooling and cannot be broken into small pieces.
At this time, the advantage of having only two pots becomes apparent. If there are too many pots, too much syrup will be boiled at one time, and there will not be enough containers to hold it.
In the evening, the temperature dropped a lot, and the cooling time of the syrup was shortened. When this pot of syrup was almost done, the syrup in the previous pot was ready to be poured out.
The two pots were used in turn without stopping, but by late at night, they had only produced less than 20 kilograms of sugar cubes.
Feeling that both of his arms could not be lifted due to stirring the syrup non-stop, Sang Yu thought it was time to rest.
"Grandma, Dad, Mom, Big Brother, Little Brother, let's stop here for today. We can do the rest tomorrow."
She knew they wanted to finish it as soon as possible and sell it to make money, but this was obviously not something that could be rushed. Even if they persisted, the remaining fruit pulp could not be made in one go today.
My grandmother and younger brother were already yawning. They needed to have a good rest and recuperate so that they would have enough energy to continue working tomorrow.
"Yes, yes, Yu'er is right. Mom, you should go and have some rest." Sang Yongjing echoed repeatedly.
He had previously advised his elderly mother to take a rest, but she refused with the excuse, "You are all still busy, how can I be lazy?" Now he had the opportunity to back off.
Sang Yu's words have always been the weather vane of the family, and whatever she says is what counts.
After a busy day today, everyone was really tired. Upon hearing this, they immediately put down their work and started to wash up and prepare to rest.
It was too late, so Sang Yu did not run too far to apply medicine to Xie Qiujin like he did during the day. He applied the medicine in the moonlight not far from the shed.
After a dreamless night, the aroma of syrup lingered around the shed from the next morning. Fortunately, there were no other residents nearby, otherwise many people would have been attracted by the aroma and come to the shed.
Pot after pot of syrup was boiled out continuously. After a few times, even Sang Xinghao, who loved eating candy the most, began to lose interest in the sticky syrup.
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