The second silly daughter-in-law who likes to cultivate the fertile fields

Chapter 592 Trying to Make Soap (1)

The fire was burning, so Du Xiaozhu kept paying attention to the temperature in the crock, and stretched his hand in from time to time to test the temperature. When he felt that the temperature was a little hot, he added fat to it.

It's just that just now I only remembered to take out the oil jar but forgot to take the wooden spoon and chopsticks, so I couldn't help saying to Yang Xiuning who was beside me, "Sir, help me get a spoon and chopsticks quickly."

Hearing this, Yang Xiuning got up and went into the room, but in the blink of an eye, he had already handed her what she wanted in front of her eyes.

Du Xiaozhu took the things, raised his head and gave a big smile, and went on with his work.

Even if there is only one look and one smile, just looking at her quietly like this, it is still a sweet thing for time to flow.

Du Xiaozhu couldn't help but recall that when she was making soap with her girlfriends, she once said, "The ratio of lye to oil is about one to five."If you want to increase the hardness of the soap, you can also add a little salt to the soap! '

Du Xiaozhu couldn't help thinking, fortunately, he wasn't lazy back then, every time he saw her tinkering with bottles and cans, he couldn't help but go over to help, he always learned a little bit of what he should learn and what he shouldn't.

That's why I won't let my current self be blinded and not know anything.

After feeling about scooping up about one-fifth of the ash water, Du Xiaozhu added fire to the stove, and kept stirring it with chopsticks.

Seeing that she had to look at the contents of the jar and the fire below, Yang Xiuning was really flustered, so he couldn't help squatting down in front of Na Lei's small stove and said, "I'll take care of the fire, you just need to take care of the top."

Du Xiaozhu nodded when he heard the words, and handed over the matter under the stove to him, and only confessed, "Don't make the fire too big, just do it as it is now."

Yang Xiuning gave a light 'um', indicating that he understands.

Du Xiaozhu concentrated on observing the changes of the soap liquid in the crock.

At the beginning, you can still see obvious oil flowers on it, but after heating and stirring for about a cup of tea, you can see that the oil and plant ash water gradually merge, and it becomes the color of soapy water we usually see.

Du Xiaosheng couldn't help but be filled with joy when she saw it. Originally, she didn't have much hope when she tried to make it for the first time, but seeing this, she also knew that the soap could be made in all likelihood.

Yang Xiuning looked at her and couldn't help smiling. Although he didn't know what she was doing now, he knew it was done.

The kind of heartfelt joy made Yang Xiuning obsessed unconsciously. Du Xiaozhu kept stirring the soap liquid, and found that the fire under the stove had subsided a bit, so he couldn't help but look up at his husband with a puzzled expression. But he found that he was staring at himself in a daze.

She couldn't help bringing her face closer, raised her hand and waved lightly in front of his eyes, seeing that he still didn't respond, the hand that was stained with black ash and grease was about to wipe his face.

In fact, Yang Xiuning had already regained his senses when she brought her face closer, but deliberately pretended not to know, waiting for her next move.

Seeing that she really wanted to plaster his face, but just when she was about to succeed, she grabbed her hand with a proud face.

"Hehe..." Du Xiaozhu withdrew his hand with a smile.

She knew that with this guy's vigilance, it was absolutely impossible to succeed so easily, and it would be no pity to be discovered.

She also just pointed to the stove to let him pay attention to the heat, and then hurriedly stirred the soap liquid in the crock.

After playing and playing, she was about to become soap, and she didn't want to get to this point and be ruined again.

Naturally, Yang Xiuning would not bother her when she was doing business, so he let go of his hand naturally, and took care of the fire under the stove.

(End of this chapter)