Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 730 - 720. The complexity of winter melon sugar_1

Professor Song said they were going to work hard on something, and for the entire day, except for meal times, he didn’t leave the house. His students did the same, and even Tian Ye didn’t dare to attend his classes after seeing this.

It was really because the fragments of their conversation that slipped out sounded very complex, discussing things like fish powder, leaf fermentation, Tian Hui green juice, fermented chili extract, and such...

These were all familiar terms on their own, but combined they evidently became something beyond his handling.

The honest child stayed quiet and simply worked harder.

The Yuxing Grass by the pond was almost all picked, and as he saw that there was not much of the pine tree leaves used for kindling left in the kitchen, and then considered the fallen leaves the teachers were discussing, he just grabbed a rake and a sack and went up the mountain.

And at this time on the mountain, Master Qian was also getting ready to dive into a big project.

First of all—

He transported the 500 jin of beans he had been fermenting down the mountain in a tricycle.

He was going to make watermelon sauce with these beans, and though everyone has their own personal habits, the way he fermented beans was also different from Seventh Uncle’s.

But what was similar was that, after the white rice koji mold was fermented, it still needed to be dried in the sun.

However, Old Xu from the construction team on the mountain, for some reason energized as if injected with chicken blood, picked a spot in that large flat area for his temporary kitchen.

Though secluded, it wouldn’t be affected by the construction site’s dust, and thus it was clean for cooking and eating.

But now, just beside this kitchen, excavators were humming and digging large holes, and nearby, people were preparing to lay the foundation and pour concrete...

The disturbance made it so that no matter what, it was impossible to avoid the dust and dirt, forcing Master Qian to move his sauce-making operations further down the mountain.

And so, those beans, which had been fermented and dried for half a day, were packed into sacks and transported down the mountain again with the tricycle.

Even after relocating, he didn’t immediately start working, but took a moment to talk to Song Tan:

"Boss Song, the worker you hired is really diligent. I think, you should talk to her and consider keeping her on for continued work... She’s truly quite hardworking."

He was referring to Zhai Xiaofeng.

Having observed her for a while, Master Qian noticed that despite her elaborate appearance, gold jewelry, and wide skirts, she was both decisive and efficient in her work.

In comparison, she was truly a hundred times better than Zhai Xiao’e!

When Zhai Xiao’e first arrived, the job that Song Tan and Master Qian described to her involved cooking for the workers on the mountain; she would do some odd jobs, and help out with washing vegetables, scrubbing pans, and cooking.

But Master Qian, keen to showcase his skills, found himself busy with drying sauce and fermenting beans, which meant an unexpected increase in workloads.

Although there weren’t any jobs requiring heavy labor, and even if there were, it wouldn’t be Zhai Xiaofeng’s turn, meticulously handling beans was a bit of a herculean task... To be honest, with the weather being so hot, it was quite a bit taxing.

But Zhai Xiaofeng didn’t complain even the slightest bit, instead working with absolute earnestness!

Her thought process was simple: with so many people here, her ex-husband, that coward, wouldn’t dare to come, so she might as well work hard and earn more money!

If she could secure a steady job with Song Tan once her child started college... what would there be to worry about then?

Her child would be able to strive and succeed on her own!

...

Master Qian might not fully understand all these complexities, but when it came to insight, he truly had much more than Seventh Uncle.

Song Tan also had a favorable impression of Zhai Xiaofeng, and in this moment, glanced at her wearing a straw hat, busily pouring the beans out of the sack, and nodded silently.

Zhai Xiaofeng, however, didn’t notice.

As she pinched the beans to check their dryness, she turned and asked, "Boss Song, the watermelons will be brought over today, right? That way we can prepare the sauce first thing tomorrow morning without delay, and it’ll have a whole day to dry."

"I’ve seen the weather forecast, and it says there won’t be much rain for the next half month, perfect timing for drying sauce!"

Master Qian nodded, "Okay. You’ve taken a lot of trouble." He then gave Song Tan a look.

Song Tan also nodded, "Good, I just ordered several large jars for drying sauce, let’s have them delivered together."

After all, with five hundred pounds of dry beans on the mountain, and down the hill... over a thousand pounds were used for covering beans and watermelon sauce. Without several large jars, there’d be nowhere to put them.

Nowadays, just the watermelon sauce requires a thousand pounds of watermelon... It’s really a big business.

Song Tan asked the watermelon seedling seller and in no time, they could deliver watermelons with their carts.

She also showed a rare bit of conscience by buying seedless watermelons. Though the price was also quite ordinary, but for making sauce... freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Ordinary beans with ordinary watermelon, no problem.

Now is the season of watermelon abundance, as well as the time when they’re the least valuable. These loads of watermelon could be brought over without even needing to be taken inside the house!

Just had to find a shady spot outside the courtyard to stack them, cover with a sunshade cloth, and they could be used directly the next morning.

As for the beans they were covering in sauce, because the process was somewhat inverted from here, they weren’t ready just yet...

But there was no rush.

Seventh Uncle was all focused on making the winter melon candy, he couldn’t be bothered with it for the time being.

There they were, basins of winter melon strips soaking in clear water, covered with plastic wrap, sitting in a corner of the kitchen. The air-conditioning was blowing, and even in the heat of the summer, the basins felt cool to the touch, almost like a refrigerator.

This way, the quality of this batch of winter melon candy should be even better!

...

Early in the morning, Zhang Yanping was once again roused to attendance, tending the stove to boil water, his hands still holding half of a leftover scallion oil flatbread, his expression vacant.

In front of the hot stove, he had to keep adding wood, yet he couldn’t complain—because Wang Xiaoshun and Seventh Uncle were tending to three large pots, blanching the soaked winter melon strips, cooking them, and then scooping them out...

Everyone was working, and there was nothing in the online shop; he, he, he... he just couldn’t complain!

The blanched winter melon strips really looked nice though! Their white color tinged with a tender green, slightly translucent, carrying a natural poetry, scooped into modest stainless steel basins...

One look and your mouth watered, unable to resist imagining their delicious taste.

However, as soon as the blanched winter melon strips cooled down in the air-conditioned room, one could only watch as Seventh Uncle covered them with heaps of white sugar, any poetry transforming into a sting in the teeth.

So sweet, just too sweet! Without tasting, you’d know it’s extremely sweet!

If there were a live broadcast at that moment, the words "lethal dose" would probably flood the screen.

Once these winter melon strips and white sugar had been layered, and covered with plastic wrap and pushed back to the corner, Zhang Yanping couldn’t help but sigh:

"This is tough!"

It’s just candy, taking three or four days to prepare, such a troublesome process.

"That’s true," muttered Seventh Uncle. "With Tantan’s temperament, back in our days, she wouldn’t have been able to farm well at all! Impulsive."

"What does she know? She’s only thinking about eating! With leadership like that, the workers run off their feet... What can I do? After all, I’m just an employee!"

The old working man grumbled, but couldn’t help pondering:

"It’s been a long time since I had bitter gourd, I’m getting heaty from all the chili... Let’s make stuffed bitter gourd with meat for lunch."

Zhang Yanping: ...As you see, there aren’t many in the house who like bitter gourd, but oddly enough it’s this worker who’s in control of that.

And here I am, stuck by the stove without a say, obviously an even more pitiable long-term laborer.

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