Chapter 989

Zhou Han carried dozens of Jin of sugar into the house and asked Xia Xiaoran, who was trying to wash the pot beside him: "Ling Xue, what do you want so much sugar for?"

With a white cloth to just brush clean pot dry, Xia Xiaoran stretched his aching waist, biting his teeth said: "never mind, said you don't understand. Put it on the ground first. "

Put the sack of white sugar on the ground, Zhou Han took the dishcloth in Xia Xiaoran's hand and pushed her aside, "just give me this kind of rough work."

Xia Xiaoran's waist is just sour and cool when he is hit by Zhou Han, who is as strong as a bear, and almost falls to the ground face to face. Gently pushed Zhou Han a, Xia Xiaoran not angry to say: "I have done you just come here, you don't need you here, you go to the fire, I'll boil sugar."

Xia Xiaoran almost decided to change her career to raise pigs when she tried to get rich, but when she looked down at her orchard on the mountain, she suddenly thought of ice sugar gourd.

This kind of thing carrying a lot of childhood memories of Xia Xiaoran seems to have never been seen in this world. Think of this thing, Xia Xiaoran excited all night, full of ice sugar gourd in the sky in this ancient big sale scene.

The result is that Xia Xiaoran is standing in front of the stove one by one with an apron, breathing one by one, so sleepy that he can't open his eyes. Severely kicked the Zhou Han that squats on the ground one foot, "the fire is not too big."

Although Xia Xiaoran ate a lot of ice sugar gourd, but the actual operation is the first time, had to recall his basic skills of making sweet potato, little by little to boil sugar.

After a while, the first batch of poisonous sugar was boiled out by Xia Xiaoran.

Looking at the black sugar, and looking at Zhou Han, Xia Xiaoran poured the things on the plate into the garbage basket, clapped his hands and said calmly: "if you want to laugh, smile."

"Poof, aha, ha."

"..." you're done.

It turns out that it's unwise to laugh at Xia Xiaoran. The second batch of poisonous sugar goes into Zhou Han's stomach.

Zhou Han covers his nose to eat the yellow and scorched sugar. Xia Xiaoran's eyes light up and boils the sugar. The more frustrated and courageous Xia Xiaoran is, the more motivated he is. He keeps stirring the sugar in the pot with a shovel, and then he watches it turn yellow and black.

Zhou Han burps hard, and the smell of the smoky kitchen gets worse. Looking at Xia Xiaoran pitifully, Zhou Han thinks it is necessary to stop Xia Xiaoran's behavior, "Ling Xue, can you stop it?" I can't eat any more.

Xia Xiaoran is also tired. She throws down her shovel and sits on the stool dejectedly. She looks straight at the fire in the stove and looks disappointed.

Early know let her endure, Zhou Han see Xia Xiaoran so lost also can't bear. Gently pulled Xia Xiaoran's sleeve, did not speak was suddenly up Xia Xiaoran scared.

Xia Xiaoran eyes light, pointing to the stove is about to put out the fire, said: "is the reason for the fire." Xia Xiaoran in modern cooking utensils can adjust the temperature, meet such simple things, Xia Xiaoran also have no way.

The problem is to find it, but the solution becomes another problem. Xia Xiaoran frowned and looked at Zhou Han on one side. He gritted his teeth and said, "go and find me some water."

If you can't make the shredding, just wrap it in sugar. Zhou Han cleans up the pot. Xia Xiaoran pours the sugar into the pot. He carefully pours the water from one side. While pouring the water, he regularly stirs it with a shovel in one direction. Then he asks Zhou Han to pour the washed Hawthorn into the white sugar that is about to be stirred. After a while, the round Hawthorn surface turned white. Xia Xiaoran added water while stirring, and poured the remaining water into the stove.

The yellow flame flickered and finally went out. Xia Xiaoran looks at the sugar slowly drying under the remaining temperature of the iron pot.

Zhou Han was stunned by a plate of sugar hawthorn, which sold very well. Xia Xiaoran put the plate to Zhou Han's hand and said with a smile, "try it."

He picked up a snow-white sugar ball and carefully put it into his mouth. Careful appearance let Xia Xiaoran displeased, "rest assured, poison does not kill you."

"No, No." Zhou Han hastily explained, "I just see it too good-looking, like a snowball, can't bear to eat it."

Xia Xiaoran's eyes brightened, "do you think this thing is popular when it's sold as food?"

After Xia Xiaoran's production, white sugar turns into powdered sugar and sticks to hawthorn. Zhou Han licks it with his tongue. The delicate feeling fills the whole mouth.

He nodded fiercely, and Zhou Han said vaguely, "it will." At least it's better than the poison sugar.

Xia Xiaoran looked at the sugar hawthorn on the plate and was very happy. "Since it looks like a snowball, it's called sugar snowball."

With the success of the first time, it's easy to do. Xia Xiaoran made a whole basket of sugar hawthorn. After finishing, he thought that the sugar on the sugar Hawthorn seemed to be easily affected by moisture.

No matter, Xia Xiaoran burst out, holding a basket of sugar hawthorn on Zhou Han to run to the nearby market.

"Why are we in such a hurry to sell sugar snowballs?" Zhou Han took the big basket in Xia Xiaoran's hand to let the other party take a breath.

Xia Xiaoran would never say it by herself after doing such stupid things. She wiped her sweat and looked at Zhou Han curiously, panting and saying, "of course, it's to see if sugar snowball is popular. If it's not popular, we can give it up."

The doubt in Zhou Han's eyes immediately turned into admiration, "Ling Xue is really considering the long term." Xia Xiaoran did not look at Zhou Han, "of course, I am so wise." Xia Xiaoran and Zhou Han came to the rural market that Xia Xiaoran had previously despised. When they arrived at the market, Xia Xiaoran's original understanding of the rural market was overthrown by himself. There are not only all kinds of fresh mountain fruits, but also all kinds of small objects for daily use. All things are simply spread a piece of cloth on the ground and piled on it. Xia Xiaoran took a deep breath of fresh air. The atmosphere here is even more impressive than that in the shop with bright lights. Besides, the peddlers around are also very kind-hearted. When Xia Xiaoran walks to a stall, he can't walk any more. The stall is small but full of colorful embroidery. Xia Xiaoran picks up a delicate purse and looks at it carefully. It's a butterfly shaped purse with fine stitches, bright colors and lovely appearance. The one who looks at the stall is a 12-year-old girl, It's not like other peddlers trying to drum up Xia Xiaoran's business, just looking at Xia Xiaoran with a smile. Xia Xiaoran's heart moves. As soon as he comes up with the idea of asking the price, he feels in his pocket and finds that he doesn't go out with his wallet. Chong little girl embarrassed to smile, little girl also don't mind, just smile to see Xia Xiaoran leave“ That's it. " Zhou Han put down the basket and gasped for breath. He wiped his sweat and said to Xia Xiaoran. Xia Xiaoran, who is still thinking about the Butterfly Purse, nods and stands in the middle of the road, shouting, "don't miss the sweet but not greasy sugar snowball. It's cheap for ten Wen." Xia Xiaoran's crisp voice immediately attracted many people, but most of them chose to wait-and-see attitude towards this new object. Don't just watch the excitement. Xia Xiaoran's head is sweating. He takes a deep breath and shouts, "come and have a taste. It doesn't cost money to have a taste." It's not easy for farmers to earn money. As soon as they hear that there are free things to taste, they all rush to Xia Xiaoran's stall. Xia Xiaoran let Zhou Han be responsible for trying to eat for others, while he continued to shout hard.