While her grandson was buying meat buns, Aunt Tao ate two steamed buns and drank half a pot of water.
As people get older, their appetite decreases and their digestion deteriorates, so she felt a bit bloated.
If I were younger, I would only eat until I was about 40% full.
"If you don't eat, I won't eat either."
Ma Baozhong deliberately kept a straight face.
"Eat, eat, eat! You little brat, you don't know how to enjoy life. I'm about to go to my coffin, why do I need to eat so well?"
Aunt Tao grumbled and cursed, but her heart was as sweet as honey.
The thing she was most proud of in her life was that her children and grandchildren were very filial.
Even though her family was poor, she was still very happy.
Seeing his grandmother eating the meat bun obediently, Ma Baozhong finally smiled and started eating with her.
Noon arrived quickly.
This is the hottest time of day.
The cicadas in the trees were chirping wildly, their voices as shrill as a young girl's scream.
Yan Xia stood in the courtyard and looked up. The sun was like a giant mooncake hanging in the sky, making her head feel scorching hot. She felt like a lamb skewer being repeatedly roasted on an iron plate.
It's almost burnt.
"It's so hot, there's not a breath of wind at all." Yan Xia took out a handkerchief and wiped away her sweat.
The handkerchief has turned from white to pale yellow.
It also had a sour smell.
It only took one morning.
Xiao Ji took the handkerchief, washed it clean by the well, and started drying it.
"Mom, it's even hotter this year than last year, especially around the oven. I feel like I'm about to be cooked."
That's right.
When Yan Xia was helping, she also felt that Yan Xia was about to suffer from heatstroke.
"Here, have some fruit to cool off in the heat."
The bayberries and mulberries had been washed and placed in a food box, then stacked with ice cubes and left to freeze for over an hour.
Yan Xia was the first to pick up a piece and put it in her mouth, the moment she bit down.
The cold texture made her hum involuntarily.
It couldn't be more comfortable.
If she were given another bottle of ice-cold Coke, she'd probably be moved to tears.
Yan Xia had considered that too much fruit would spoil easily, so she had other plans before buying it. She would use the bayberries to make wine and the mulberries to make glutinous rice balls.
After eating the fruit, Yan Xia didn't want to eat any more food.
She lay on a rocking chair under the tree.
I dozed off for a while, but woke up from the heat in less than ten minutes. I was sweating all over and couldn't fall back asleep.
She simply went to the kitchen and soaked all the remaining bayberries in alcohol.
Then they started making mulberry jam.
After boiling, put it into a jar, and take out a little to use when experimenting with the new product.
There was still a lot of glutinous rice flour in the shop. Yan Xia scooped out half a basin, sifted it, added an equal amount of sugar, then scooped two spoonfuls of mulberry jam juice into the glutinous rice flour, and finally slowly added milk until the glutinous rice flour was kneaded into a dough that wouldn't fall apart.
"Xiao Ji, light the fire and put the steamer on!"
"Okay!"
Twenty minutes later, the steamed glutinous rice balls were ready.
It has a light purple hue, which is what was often referred to as lilac in ancient times.
After waiting for it to cool, Yan Xia washed her hands and continued to knead the glutinous rice dough, then divided it into thirty pieces.
Sprinkle with cooked glutinous rice flour and roll it out into a round pancake using a rolling pin.
"Xiao Ji, bring me the square sponge cake that you just baked."
"Okay!"
Xiao Ji is very efficient at her work. Like Yan Xia, she never takes a nap. One doesn't like it, and the other has been working since she was old enough to understand things. She's busy digging for wild vegetables at noon and can't sleep. It's a habit she's developed over the years, so it's hard to change.
So the two of them worked together and were very busy.
The freshly baked sponge cake smelled of milk, and Yan Xia cut it into small square pieces.
Place it in the pastry, add a spoonful of jam, and then wrap it up.
Once you've rolled it into a round shape, you're all done.
At this point, the glutinous rice ball is still hot when you bite into it, so it doesn't taste good.
Yan Xia put the thirty dumplings into the food box she had just used to eat fruit to cool them down.
When the shop opens in the afternoon.
The glutinous rice balls were already steaming cold.
"Here, one for each of you, try it and see how it tastes."
Yan Xia took out 10 and distributed them to everyone present.
"Mom, this glutinous rice ball is so beautiful, I don't want to eat it." Lamei (Chang Yi) held the ball in her hands, looking at it from left to right.
"It's sweet and sour, with a fruity and milky aroma. Mom, you're amazing! Everything you make tastes delicious. Are you going to sell this?" Guihua (Chang Yu) asked impatiently after taking a bite.
She loved the taste so much. In the summer, when appetites are poor, overly sweet pastries are unappealing.
But this dumpling has a unique appearance, and its filling is something I've never seen before.
With one bite, you first experience the chewy texture, then the softness, followed by the grainy texture of the jam, all mixed together.
If it's for sale.
They'll definitely be sold out every day.
"It's delicious, Mom, you should sell it, this will definitely sell well." Jin Fu (Chang Fu) had a big mouth, and he stuffed all the dumplings into his mouth and chewed them recklessly, which made his speech slightly unclear.
"We do need to sell them, but we've only made one pot. I estimate they'll only last a month at most, not even counting the branches. If the branches also need to buy, they won't last even half a month. We still don't have enough mulberries. I'll see if there are any more to sell in the next few days."
Yan Xia kept one for herself as well.
She pinched the glutinous rice ball, took a big bite, and ate half of it in one go.
After being chilled for so long, the dumplings tasted like thawed mochi.
The cake inside is baked to be exceptionally soft, and it still tastes delicious even when cold.
Her jam-making skills are exceptional. She adds very little sugar because the fruit turns sour when heated, resulting in a jam that is both sour and sweet.
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