Fresh maple sap is clean and clear, with a lighter color. The color alone cannot be associated with maple syrup.
In her previous life, when she was traveling in a maple syrup town, she saw the technological innovations in making sugar and, at the strong invitation of the local tour guide, made the sap like a game.
Thanks to her past experiences, she is not in such a rush now.
She is now using a three-legged stove, which is small enough for one person to hold in his arms and not very heavy. She puts the big iron pot on it and burns paper to start the fire.
There is a particularly large sycamore tree in the yard. My uncle said that in summer it is so lush that you can touch the leaves by opening the window.
The sky is dotted with stars, shining brightly, spreading across the boundless night sky, outlining a mysterious picture of the universe.
From time to time, I would stuff some dry firewood into the stove, and feel the warmth creeping up from my feet, which made me feel a little more at peace.
Gurgle, gurgle, the sap is boiling.
At this time, there will be white foam on the surface, and these foams and impurities need to be constantly cleaned during the boiling process.
The taste of maple syrup is closely related to the heat and temperature.
She didn't dare to pretend to be an expert now. She took out the thermometer from the space, checked the temperature, and then kept adjusting the heat.
Gradually, dense small bubbles began to emerge from the pot and the color gradually deepened.
When the time is up, filter out impurities with gauze.
But how easy is it to accomplish something?
I walked into the house with half a bottle of maple syrup that I had earned with so much effort that my hands were sore.
He just took one look and shook his head.
High-quality maple syrup is usually amber or dark brown because the sap is slowly boiled, which caramelizes the sugars.
But the color of the mulberry branches was too light, which showed that the fire was too high, the water evaporated too quickly, and the sugar was not caramelized.
I made a big tick on the piece of paper that recorded the firing time and quality.
The second time also failed.
This time it tasted a bit bitter, probably because it was overcooked and burnt too much.
Summarize your experience and make a mark on this paper.
I wanted to endure it for the third time, but looking at the clock, it was already past twelve. If I did it again, I wouldn’t be able to get up tomorrow.
After packing up her things and turning around, she suddenly bumped into someone's extremely hard chest. When people are frightened, their first reaction is to scream, but her scream woke up the neighbors around her.
The visitor caught the maple syrup that was almost broken into pieces with one hand and covered her mouth with the other.
That fan-like hand almost covered most of Sangzhi's face!
After a few visits, the person's appearance completely caught my eye.
With deep eye sockets and sword-like brows, who else could it be but Jiang Yan?
What is he doing so late at night?
Jiang Yan's expression was gloomy, with a look of fatigue between his brows.
He didn't mean to scare anyone. When he came in, Sangzhi was still packing things in the backyard.
But no matter what the reason, the result has already happened, and I have to apologize.
Sangzhi didn't look very enthusiastic and nodded lightly.
Jiang Yan handed her a bundle. At his gesture, she opened it with confusion, and found two large pieces of Dacron fabric inside.
Having lived here for a while, she knew too well how rare and precious this thing was. No matter whether young people or old ladies, as long as they went out wearing clothes made of Dacron, they would be the center of attention!
"Is this for me?"
I'm still upset, but people can never resist gifts.
Jiang Yan rubbed his eyebrows sleepily.
"Well, my ticket would be wasted if it's not used. You can arrange it as you see fit."
After saying this, he seemed to come to his senses and explained why he appeared outside the station last night.
"Comrade Ma was originally on vacation, but was later recalled to cooperate with the organization's investigation. I didn't pick you up, and I made you lose face in front of Sang Bei. I'm really sorry."
He thought that this was why he was angry?
Sangzhi didn't know what to say.
But the other person's apology was sincere, and if she continued to pursue it, it would be unreasonable, so she half tested and half joked.
"I understand. Between friends and partners, partners are naturally more important."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yan waved his hand.
"Comrade Ma? We've met three times in total, but we're not familiar with each other, and we're not a couple."
After explaining, he gave another reminder, which roughly meant that it was okay to talk about it in private.
But don't make fun of it in front of outsiders, it's bad for the reputation of lesbians.
Sangzhi said "oh", but her expression didn't show, but the smile in her eyes became even brighter.
As soon as the conversation started, Sangzhi told him that she had failed twice in making candy.
"I don't quite understand this, but there aren't any products like this on the market. I guess it's quite difficult. How about I help you find some information?"
Although others may not understand, this attitude of responding to everything is really heartwarming.
She has a lot of information, but guidance is guidance and operation is operation.
If she wants to succeed, she still has to proceed by trial and error.
After politely declining his offer, Jiang Yan tactfully stopped and went back to his room to change clothes.
Even though the two of them didn't communicate much, she was very perceptive. Jiang Yan was not in a good mood today, or rather, in a very bad mood.
There was some leftover rice in the kitchen, so I fried it with lard, added eggs and chopped green onions, and made a simple egg fried rice.
When Jiang Yan changed his clothes and came out, he smelled the aroma of food. There was a large plate of golden fried rice on the kitchen stove.
Needless to say, it was prepared for him.
Before I could even say thank you, Sangzhi ordered, "Pass me an egg."
It’s better to eat it dry with some soup.
Cabbage and egg soup, refreshing and simple.
The hot water was bubbling, steam was rising on the windows, and the light bulb above my head was swaying slightly.
Jiang Yan said in a low voice, "I'm so sorry to bother you so late at night. I need some water..."
But at this moment, the sound of heat pressing against the pot lid and the clatter of the kitchen knife on the chopping board surrounded Sangzhi, which confused her hearing to a certain extent.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
