Chapter 43 Care
When Mrs. Cui listened to Jiang Zhiluo's words, she felt a sour feeling in her heart, both moved and warmed.
This daughter-in-law is so nice and considerate like a little cotton-padded jacket. She not only treats Cui Hejin attentively, but is also good to her.
Madam Cui choked up slightly and said, "Zhiluo, don't work too hard. You're the one who takes care of everything at home. You should also take good care of yourself."
Jiang Zhiluo smiled gently and said, "Mom, don't worry, I won't be tired. I feel fulfilled if I do something every day."
Being busy with these things every day cannot be compared to the busyness in the organization in my previous life.
Mrs. Cui knew Jiang Zhiluo was trying to comfort her, "Don't worry, when I'm better, I'll be able to do a lot of things."
When she was in good health, Madam Cui was also a very capable person. She managed the entire Cui Mansion in an orderly manner.
In fact, Jiang Zhiluo didn't want Mrs. Cui to be tired.
But Mrs. Cui also felt sorry for her.
In this life, it’s great that she can get along with Cui Hejin’s mother like a mother and daughter.
In the ancient times of that life, his mother passed away early, which became a pain in his heart.
Jiang Zhiluo was talking to Old Madam Cui while she was boiling the medicine. After the medicine was ready, she poured it for Old Madam Cui to drink.
She poured another jar of medicine into the bowl, walked into the room, handed it to Cui Hejin, and said, "Drink the medicine first."
Cui Hejin stretched out her snow-white hand and took the bowl.
Jiang Zhiluo only felt that her fingers accidentally touched Cui Hejin's fingertips. In an instant, a cool and numb feeling surged through her fingers to her heart.
Jiang Zhiluo felt a burning sensation in her ears, and she coughed, "Cough... cough..."
I almost choked and couldn't breathe.
Cui Hejin's poetic eyes fell on her, and his voice was as gentle and elegant as moonlight, but with a subtle hint of worry, "But what's wrong with you?"
Jiang Zhiluo was stunned when Cui Hejin asked this.
She looked at him. His slender fingers were holding the medicine bowl in his hand. His eyes lingered on her. There was a hint of tenderness in his calm expression, which made people's hearts ripple with warmth.
She thought it must be her imagination.
Jiang Zhiluo calmed herself down and shook her head, "I'm fine. You take the medicine first."
After saying that, Jiang Zhiluo hurried out of the room.
She looked at her fingertips, feeling helpless, "He has such a great influence on me!"
After drinking the medicine, Mrs. Cui looked at Jiang Zhiluo standing aside, looking a little absent-minded. She asked worriedly, "Zhiluo, why don't you go back to your room and rest for a while? If you have any work to do, tell me and I'll do it."
Old Madam Cui felt that Zhiluo must be tired because she didn't get enough rest after taking care of He Jin last night.
Jiang Zhiluo listened to Madam Cui's voice and suddenly came back to her senses: "Ah, mother, I'm not sleepy. I was just thinking that once the glutinous rice and malt are fermented, we can make malt sugar."
When Mrs. Cui heard this, she was also very excited and said, "Mom will do it with you."
She didn't know why, but her favorite thing to do now was to make things with Zhiluo. This process made her feel full of anticipation.
She also looks forward to making malt sugar by herself.
Jiang Zhiluo looked at Madam Cui's expression and said with a smile, "Okay."
Jiang Zhiluo also smelled the fragrance of malt at this time. She opened the lid of the pot and found that water was already coming out.
Mrs. Cui came over to take a look and thought it was amazing. "It smells so sweet, so nice."
"I never thought that maltose could be made from glutinous rice and malt."
Jiang Zhiluo said, "Actually, the method is simple. With such a big pot, we can make a lot of malt sugar."
When Mrs. Cui heard Jiang Zhiluo talking about fermentation, she asked curiously, "Is this fermentation done?"
Jiang Zhiluo nodded and said, "Well, it usually takes an hour and a half to ferment, which is just right now."
Jiang Zhiluo pressed the spoon in and rich juice came out.
"Zhiluo, what should we do next?"
Jiang Zhiluo said, "Mother, we need some clean gauze to filter these and get the water out."
When Mrs. Cui heard Jiang Zhiluo mention filtering, she understood what she meant.
My daughter-in-law sometimes says some new words. I don’t understand them at first, but after a while I get to understand what they mean.
Mrs. Cui went to get clean gauze and a large basin for filtering.
After getting everything, Jiang Zhiluo scooped the fermented glutinous rice malt into the gauze and filtered the malt juice through the gauze.
"This is slower. I'll squeeze it with my hands."
Mrs. Cui had already washed her hands very clean, so she squeezed them gently with gauze.
Jiang Zhiluo also helped. After all the juice was filtered into a large basin, the residue could be removed.
"Mom, these slags are no longer needed. You can pour them out."
Mrs. Cui said reluctantly, "These can be fed to the chickens."
Jiang Zhiluo was stunned for a moment. Yes, these could be used to feed the chickens. "It really can't be wasted."
In the Cui family's current situation, every penny saved is a penny earned.
"Mom, all this in the pot needs to be filtered out."
"Okay, filter it all out. I think we can make a lot of malt sugar."
Jiang Zhiluo nodded and said, "Yes, you can make a lot. Cut it into small pieces and wrap it in wax paper, and it will be a piece of candy."
Madam Cui said, "When I used to go to the market in town to sell eggs, I noticed that the stalls selling snacks and candies were the most crowded."
"Children all like to eat something sweet. For parents, even though they usually save money and don't want to buy anything, and would rather spend every penny, they are still willing to buy things like candy and candied haws for their children."
"People in the village might go to the market, browse around and buy nothing, but maybe buy a piece of candy for their children."
"During Chinese New Year last year, the beech next door was playing with a group of children at the door with a piece of malt candy. He couldn't bear to eat it, so he just licked it, which made a bunch of children cry."
At that time, Mrs. Cui could hear the loud crying of a child outside even though she was at home.
In the past in the capital, if someone else told her, Mrs. Cui might not understand.
But after living in the village for a year and seeing the living conditions of the villagers with her own eyes, Mrs. Cui understood everything.
Jiang Zhiluo could imagine such a scene.
When I think of my younger brothers and sisters, I feel a little sad. I don’t know how Dad is doing with the bellows.
"Mom, our village is very close to the town, and there's a dock over there, so it's very busy with people coming and going. No one has ever thought about making some snacks or something."
Madam Cui shook her head and said, "How could the villagers do such things? They usually don't want to use white flour for their meals, and they only eat half full. They are simply unwilling to waste white flour, meat and vegetables for research."
"Either you learn the craft from your family, or you become an apprentice."
"I've heard before that being an apprentice is hard work. You only have to do menial tasks, and the master might not be willing to teach you. So even if you work for a few years, you might not even learn the basics."
"I've eaten so many things before that I can't even cook them myself."
At most, she could only help Zhiluo.
However, seeing that Zhiluo's hands could make anything look different, Mrs. Cui thought it was really amazing.
Jiang Zhiluo listened and understood. No wonder the food culture of this era is a bit backward, because cooking is also a skill, and it is all in one's own hands. No one would think of passing on the skill.
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