In Mr. Mu's mind, acorns can be used to make frozen desserts, but they taste bitter, and no matter how skillful you are, you can't make them taste good.
Song Liyun took out acorn jelly from her basket and handed it to Boss Mu: "Boss Mu, try this and see if it's bitter. Can it be used in cooking?"
Upon seeing the distinctive brown acorn flour jelly, Boss Mu shook his head repeatedly: "Uh, this is someone else's wedding banquet, we can't joke about it."
Song Liyun adopted a "no give up until you get what you want" attitude and blocked Boss Mu's way: "Boss Mu, you need to change your old ways of thinking. You haven't even tried it, so how can you say it won't work!"
She firmly believes that as long as she perseveres, there is nothing she cannot accomplish.
Boss Mu: "...Hey! Why are you so stubborn, girl?"
Seeing Song Liyun blocking his way without backing down, he, a grown man, felt somewhat embarrassed and regretted ever talking to this girl.
Now that people are being stopped, they have no choice but to try it and send the person away first.
Boss Mu mentally prepared himself for hardship, and without even using the wooden shard that Song Liyun handed him, he reached into the bowl and scooped out a piece of chilled rice cake and put it in his mouth.
Song Liyun received the news quickly and, fearing she might miss the opportunity, brought the cold rice cakes she made that morning as soon as they were cooked.
The acorn jelly wasn't completely cold; it was still warm and slightly soft.
Um!
Um?
Mr. Mu, who had been barely managing to speak, suddenly widened his eyes: What's going on? Is this acorn flour? Why doesn't it taste bitter?
But the color and the slight bitterness inside told him that it was indeed an acorn.
Boss Mu smacked his lips twice, then picked up a large piece of frozen cake and savored it: it was chewy, bouncy, and tasted like acorns.
The more he ate, the brighter his eyes became.
Lianggao (cold rice cake), liangfen (cold mung bean jelly), and tofu look similar and can be prepared and eaten in the same way.
Song Liyun's cold cakes are made very firm; if you add some minced meat and green garlic, they can be stewed like tofu.
However, their prices are completely different.
Tofu is made from grains, and beans are harvested only once a year. Even wild beans grow along the edges of fields, but their yield is incomparable to that of acorns that grow all over the mountains.
You can use acorn jelly instead of tofu for your own shopping, which will save you a lot of money.
"Oh! Miss Song, your frozen cake is quite good. It really doesn't taste bitter. Was it made with this year's fresh fruit?"
Boss Mu smiled, his eyes crinkling.
Song Liyun instantly understood what Boss Mu meant.
So he smiled faintly and said, "It's a family tradition, passed down to daughters but not sons, to daughters-in-law but not sons. I'm the only one in my family who knows about it. Boss Mu, don't bother with that."
Although removing the astringency from hazelnuts and making it public could benefit the people, those who are truly hungry are not afraid of hardship.
It can fill your stomach just the same, the only difference is the taste.
It is said that when one is poor, one should cultivate one's own virtue, while when one is rich, one can help others. I am still poor, so I don't have that much kindness for the time being.
Mr. Mu felt as if he had been slapped across the face, and laughed awkwardly, "Look... look at what you're saying, I was just saying it casually!"
He had that idea, but he asked it tactfully. Why didn't he follow the rules and show any respect?
When his thoughts were exposed and he was directly rejected, Boss Mu's face twitched.
Finally, Boss Mu took it upon himself to buy a large bowl of cold rice cakes from Song Liyun's house for ten coins, instructing that they must be delivered by noon. Then, he happily carried the meat back to his new house.
With acorn jelly as a base, he has a way to sell the meat.
With her first deal finally completed, Song Liyun happily returned to her Baolin Residence.
As soon as he entered the gate, he saw another person in the yard and immediately smiled happily: "Uncle Kui, you're finally back!"
Since arriving in Suijin Town, Song Dekui had been working at the caravan and hadn't seen the brother and sister since. Their reunion today was especially warm and affectionate.
In the courtyard, Song Dekui was talking to Song Zhenping when she pushed the door open and came in. Before he could say anything, he shouted, "Yun girl, what's wrong with you? I heard that Xue Zhuang has his eye on you!"
Song Liyun's face instantly darkened: "Where did this nonsense come from? What do you mean by 'looking at someone' or 'not looking at someone'? I have absolutely no relationship with him."
Song Zhenping, who was listening nearby, looked completely bewildered: "Uncle Kui, what do you mean by this?"
Song Dekui scratched his head: "Since that's not true, then just pretend I was talking nonsense and let's move on!"
He was close to several junior officers in the motorcade. When he heard them talking about how Junior Officer Xue had taken a liking to a girl surnamed Song, he assumed that Song Liyun had been chosen as soon as she arrived.
Feeling regretful that Xue Xiaoqi was not a good match, he immediately went to find Song Zhenping as soon as he returned, wanting to tell him to be careful of people. He then learned that Xue Zhuang had committed a crime and been expelled from the army, and had married Xu Yan'er, so he naturally didn't need to worry.
Song Liyun, not wanting Song Zhenping to overthink, quickly changed the subject: "Uncle Kui, why are you dressed like this? You look good, very energetic!"
Upon hearing her say that, Song Dekui immediately became excited, stood up, and tugged at his collar to show off, saying, "I said the same thing, but those scoundrels insisted that I was wearing a long gown over a long pole."
Song Liyun burst out laughing.
Song Dekui may have a penchant for professional attire, as he was wearing a set of leather armor that he had gotten from some soldier.
The leather armor was originally imposing, but when worn by him, it lacked heroic spirit and instead gave the impression of a lantern hanging on a clothes rack.
Distracted by the two, Song Zhenping forgot what he had said before and started talking about Song Dekui's clothes.
After a few casual words, Song Liyun invited Song Dekui to stay for dinner.
"Uncle Kui, we've been moving for a few days and you haven't come back yet. Please stay for dinner today and try my acorn jelly."
"Great! Great! Da Ping just said your cold rice cake was delicious. I'd like to try what acorn flour without bitterness is like."
Song Dekui readily agreed, then added, "I was with the army hauling hay at the pasture during the days you were moving, so I didn't know anything about it."
He had just told Song Zhenping about this, and only heard about the Song siblings moving into the haunted house afterward. He was worried for a few days, but they were at the grassland at the time and couldn't come back immediately.
I took a walk around the house today and found that the courtyard walls were high and deep, the houses were bright and spacious, and the surroundings were clean. Except for the black ash piled up in the backyard, there was no gloomy atmosphere.
If he ignored those rumors, this house would be a grand and imposing mansion anywhere, and he was even a little envious.
At noon, Song Liyun mixed acorn flour with wheat flour to make meat pies, and then took out acorn jelly, cut it into slices, boiled it in a pot until it was piping hot before putting it in a bowl and adding seasonings.
In order to deal with the massive amount of acorn flour that was about to be produced, she also came up with several ways to eat it.
But when Song Dekui saw the table full of acorn flour, he couldn't help but complain, "Xiaoyun, are you trying to make me suffer? At least cook a bowl of brown rice porridge for Uncle Kui to cleanse my palate!"
He only mentioned wanting acorn flour casually.
Acorn flour is bitter and astringent, difficult to swallow, and only those who can't afford to eat it.
Even though Song Liyun and Song Zhenping swore that it wasn't bitter, he still couldn't completely believe them.
He offered to eat because he was worried that the Song siblings would spend money on the meal.
The Song siblings have just settled here, and it's not easy for them to earn a little money. You can tell from the few things in their home that they are old furniture that they picked up.
It's normal for people to eat acorn flour normally, but I never expected Song Liyun to eat only acorn flour.
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