Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 272 Chapter 270: Goat Milk
At this moment, little Mrs. Zhao also squeezed the goat milk and came out.

Seeing that the small clay pots she brought were full, Song Qiu was also happy that Grandma Zhao was generous, thanked her with a busy smile, and reached out to take it.

They wanted copper coins, but Mrs. Zhao said that she didn't want anything, and that if Song Qiu still needed goat's milk, he could just come to her and ask for it.

Song Qiu didn't give the money, so he had to say thank you again, and then he left Zhao's house with the pottery basin and went to the inn.

Passing by the gate of Cao's house, I saw Cao Daqiao, who had been weaving baskets just now, entered the west room.

She blinked, as if Miao Xiang had entered this room just now, this should be the room where Miao Xiang lives, right?

Miao Xiang's trousers were wet with feces, she went in to change her trousers, what did Cao Daqiao do in there?
No matter what, Miao Xiang is still a seven-year-old girl, not a boy.

Song Qiu felt strange, and couldn't help thinking of the red seal on Miao Xiang's collarbone.

For a while, I thought a lot in my mind.

But it was quickly waved away again, thinking about this point, and later said sister-in-law and Zhenzhen might arrive soon, it is better to go back to the inn quickly, so he quickened his pace.

Song Qiu promised to make new and novel food for Song Zhenzhen. Yesterday, she heard Grandma Deng chatting with her grandma about Zhao's ewe giving birth again, and she thought of what to do.

Now he took the goat's milk into the kitchen, and Song Qiu began to make it.

She plans to make double skin milk that children, including big girls, love to eat.

You know, when she was studying in her previous life, she was also an enthusiastic fan of Shuangpi Nai, buying a cup of Shuangpi Nai almost every day.

As for how to do Shuangpi Nai, she has also learned and made it herself.

It is best to make double-skin milk with cow's milk, but milk is hard to find here, but goat's milk is still easy.

Therefore, we can only reluctantly use goat milk.

Fortunately, as long as it is done well, the double-skin milk made from goat milk is equally delicious.

Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Li have already made preparations for today's boarding, and now it's time to rest.

Seeing what Song Qiu was going to do, Mrs. Li hurriedly called her daughter Tao Xiuer to light a fire for her.

When the pot is hot, Song Qiu will first pour the goat's milk into the pot and boil it. It can't be boiled for a long time, just open it, otherwise there will be no milk skin.

Then take it out and put it in a large bowl, and then you can see a layer of wrinkled milk skin formed on the surface of the boiled goat milk.

On this end, Song Qiu took a large empty bowl and beat a few eggs. The egg whites were separated and put into the bowl. The egg yolks were not used, and a few spoonfuls of sugar were added to the egg whites. She estimated the amount of goat milk. .

Then I took the chopsticks and quickly stirred in the bowl until the sugar dissolved in the egg white.

At this moment, after the goat milk is slightly cool, pierce the milk skin with chopsticks, then slowly pour the goat milk into the large bowl with egg whites, stir evenly, and then slowly pour it back into the large bowl with the milk skin along the side of the bowl. You can see that the milk skin will float by itself.

Finally, divide the goat milk into small bowls one by one, put them in the pot, and cover them with a thin layer of gauze. Without plastic wrap, this is the only way to go.

After steaming for a quarter of an hour, Song Qiu lifted the lid of the pot, took the gauze, and pierced it through the middle with a chopstick. No goat milk flowed out, and it had solidified.

Well, that's it.

Because there is quite a lot of goat milk in a clay pot, it is steamed in small bowls, and the small bowls are not big, so it took two rounds of steaming, and there are ten bowls in total.

Song Qiu counted the number of people from Shen's side and the ones reserved for Song Yuyan, and there were still five bowls left.

Song Qiu was also amused to see Aling Lihua on the side staring curiously at how the goat milk and eggs turned into egg custard-like but whiter than egg custard with bright eyes.

Now five bowls are left to simmer in the pot. It’s cold in this day, so it’s better to serve them hot. Although the iced one tastes more refreshing and delicious, but the hot one tastes smoother, which is not bad. Most importantly, don’t be afraid to eat it cold. abdomen.

The intestines and stomach of the ancients couldn't stand the toss.

Song Qiu will make them the five bowls left on the stove.

Earlier, when spring was coming into summer, she and Lihua Manshan were picking mushrooms. At that time, they picked a lot of mulberries, and they couldn’t eat them all. It’s a pity to lose them, and they rotted after leaving them, so Song Qiu washed them. I boiled the mulberry jam and put it away, thinking that it would be good to drink a spoonful of soaked water when I am fine.

Now there is still a clay pot left, and she rarely drinks it.

Right now, spread a spoonful of jam on top of the double-skin milk, and the red beans cooked by Li's pastry, spoon a large spoonful of jam on top of the jam, and sprinkle some crushed peanuts.

Well, live together!

Song Qiu asked Mrs. Wang to send two bowls to Mrs. Yang. It was hot, and she could eat it even during confinement. And Mrs. Yang's niece, it happened to be a bowl for each of them.

With the remaining three bowls, Song Qiu asked Zhang Lihua, A Ling and Tao Xiu'er, three girls, to each eat a bowl and try something new.

No one else has it, just the three of them eat, how can this work?

The three of them didn't want to eat alone, so they quickly took empty bowls to share. Everyone in the inn got a bite or two.

Song Qiu tasted a couple of mouthfuls, nodded, and was quite satisfied with the taste of his pair of skin milk.

Grandma Zhao has plenty of goat milk, and I heard that two ewes are about to give birth soon.

Song Qiu thought that this pair of skin milk might be able to be made as well. It can be sold as a pre-dinner dessert. If someone eats it, it will be sold.

Just this jam, not too much.

But it's not a problem. On the top of the farm, she saw that there were many citrus hanging, and there were a few hawthorn trees. Huang Yuanwai didn't ask anyone to pick the red hawthorn before.

It is estimated that the fruit trees were planted on the top of the hill just for the sake of looking good, and I never thought about what to do with picking the fruit.

This can make jam.

Now that Zhuangzi is in her hands, she doesn't care about the land, and Zhuangzi still needs someone to take care of it.

Song Qiu wondered if there were a few more people to add?
But now I don't have any money in my hand, so let's wait for two days.

Thinking about things in my mind, time passed quickly, and there were already customers sitting and drinking tea in the tea shed outside.

Not long after, the inn also came to the inn.

There were only a few people at the beginning, and there was no need for Song Qiu to go in and work. She stood at the door and looked in the direction of Panshi Town.

After waiting for a while, I saw two carriages approaching slowly.

She recognized the coachman driving the leading carriage, he was the Song family's coachman.

This is coming.

Song Qiu was shocked all over, seeing the carriage approaching, he hurried to meet it.

At that time, two brothers, Zhang Nangua and Zhang Digua, with a carriage and a mule cart, had just arrived home.

The carriage collected the fare and turned back, while the mule cart drove into the yard.

Mrs. Deng, who was warming up by the fire in the room, saw that the two sons had come back together. They got home at this hour, obviously they had set off in the morning.

Is this the sun coming out of the west?

Old Deng turned his head to look at the sun outside, it was still in the east.

The two donkeys who have nothing to go to the Three Treasures Hall don't know what to do when they come back.

The third child on the left and right must have no good intentions, she might not want to make a moth in the workshop, but she heard Hu Gua, and the third child asked him what he was doing in the workshop and what kind of sweet potatoes were used for food.

What about the boss?
What shit are you pouting again?

(End of this chapter)