Dressed as a farmer's little cook, don't panic if she has a refrigerator

Chapter 394 Sugar Snowball

After lunch, Gu Beihe and Gu Xiyue went home.

Shen Xiaoyu washed the dishes and started cooking beef offal soup again. He had to prepare all the food to be sold at the stall tomorrow. He would go out early tomorrow morning and could not delay any more.

Her business of setting up a stall can be said to have stopped and she couldn't rest for too long.

In addition to preparing milk tea and beef offal, she took out the hawthorns she bought from Qianer and thought about making some pastries or snacks to sell with them.

Hawthorn is an appetizer, and if customers buy more, they can be given for free.

She only knows four ways.

Hawthorn jam is not suitable for selling at a stall.

Hawthorn and Tremella Soup is suitable for nourishing the dinner table after the Dragon Boat Festival, but selling it at a stall is still not suitable, and you have to buy Tremella.

The candied haws on a stick is fine, but they are everywhere on the street. It seems too sweet to be used as an appetizer, and you have to make a bunch of them. It’s a bit painful to get them for free.

In the end there was only one method left, sugar snowballs.

This method is the simplest and has few ingredients. It seems to be quite suitable for selling at a stall. You can also give away two or three pieces each time for free.

While Shen Xiaoyu was washing the hawthorns, he went over the method in his mind.

Carefully remove the stem with a knife, set aside, and then find the rock sugar and white vinegar.

Set a pot on the stove, pour some water, add rock sugar, stir-fry with a spatula to melt the rock sugar.

After the water evaporates, the rock sugar begins to bubble intensively.

At this time, she poured in a small amount of white vinegar, continued to mix it with a shovel, then poured in the hawthorn, took the pot away, and kept stirring.

As the temperature decreases, the sugar will slowly turn white, and the white syrup will slowly hang on the hawthorn, forming a white snow shape.

The sugar snowballs are ready.

There was a sweet and sour aroma floating in the air. She picked up a sugar snowball and threw it into her mouth to taste it. It was the taste of childhood.The snack foodies outside seemed to smell the sweet and sour fragrance, and their figures were swaying back and forth at the door of the kitchen.

Shen Xiaoyu scooped up the sugar snowballs and placed them in a large bowl.

There is a lot of icing residue on the bottom of the pan, which looks a bit wasteful. It will be more difficult to wash it with cold water.

She thought for a while, poured some water in, boiled it again, dug out Xinhui tangerine peel from the refrigerator without plugging in the electricity, threw a few pieces in and boiled it together, and she had a small pot of delicious and moist tangerine peel sugar water.

She poured the tangerine peel sugar water into a small bowl, put a few sugar snowballs on a plate, and took it out.

"It's tea time, let's all eat!" Shen Xiaoyu put down the tray, took out a few biscuits from his pocket, tore them open on the plate, and then stuffed the packaging bag back into his pocket.

The trays and cookies are all stock in the unplugged refrigerator.

The biscuits have been opened for a while, so they need to be eaten before they become soft.

The tray is very useful, but this house didn't have one originally. Such a basic item is indispensable. Fortunately, she found one in the unplugged refrigerator that was only as big as A4. It can serve teapots, cups, or two or three small bowls, but only dishes. Can put one dish at a time.

So she had to go to the mall and buy two slightly larger ones.

After coming here, she found that there were too many things missing in her life.

Especially when she first came here, she hadn't washed her hair for many days. Her scalp was very itchy, and her hair was dirty, greasy, and stuck together.

After living here, she washed her hair almost every other day and resumed her previous habits of modern life.

I'm tired from running around here every day and sweat a lot. It's really hard not to wash my hair.

Her parents didn't have the habit of washing their hair, and she couldn't stand it even if they didn't wash their hair for several days, so she had to urge them to wash their hair every two or three days.

Under her supervision, the fathers and sisters became more hygienic than when they fled and were exiled. At least they would wash their hands before eating.

(End of this chapter)