The Space Doctor Became the Favorite of the Exiled Powerful Minister - #43 - Chapter 43: care

Chapter 43 Care

Mrs. Cui felt a sore feeling in her heart after listening to Jiang Zhiluo’s words, which was both touching and heartwarming.

This daughter-in-law is so kind, as considerate as a little cotton-padded jacket. Not only does she treat Cui Hejin with care, but she is also kind to her.

Mrs. Cui choked up slightly and said, “Zhiluo, don’t work too hard. You have worked hard both inside and outside the house, so you have to take good care of yourself.”

Jiang Zhiluo smiled softly and said, “Mom, don’t worry, I’m not tired. If I do something every day, I’ll still feel fulfilled.”

The busyness of doing this every day is incomparable to the busyness of the organization in my previous life.

Mrs. Cui knew that Jiang Zhiluo was trying to comfort her, “Don’t worry, if my health is better, I can still do a lot of things.”

 When she was in good health, Mrs. Cui was also a very capable person. At that time, she managed the entire Cui Mansion in an orderly manner.

 Actually, Jiang Zhiluo didn’t want Mrs. Cui to be tired.

But Mrs. Cui also felt sorry for her.

 In this life, it is great that she can get along with Cui Hejin’s mother like mother and daughter.

　In that ancient life, his mother died early, which became a pain in his heart.

Jiang Zhiluo was boiling medicine while talking with Mrs. Cui. After the medicine was boiled, she poured it for Mrs. Cui to drink.

Pour another jar of medicine into a bowl. She walked into the room and handed it to Cui Hejin and said, “Drink the medicine first.”

Cui Hejin stretched out his hand as white as snow and took the bowl.

Jiang Zhiluo felt that her finger accidentally touched the tip of Cui Hejin’s finger. In an instant, a cool and numb feeling rushed to her heart through her fingers.

Jiang Zhiluo’s ear root got hot and she coughed, “Cough…cough…”

　　　Nearly breathless and choked.

Cui Hejin’s poetic eyes fell on her, and his voice was as elegant and gentle as the moonlight, but it was tainted with a trace of unnoticeable worry, “But what’s wrong with you?”

Jiang Zhiluo was stunned when Cui Hejin asked her this question.

She looked at him. His slender fingers held the medicine bowl in his hand, and his eyes lingered on her. There was a trace of tenderness in his pure expression, which made people’s hearts ripple with light warmth.

 She thought it must be her imagination.

Jiang Zhiluo calmed down, shook her head and said, “I’m fine. You drink the medicine first.”

 After saying that, Jiang Zhiluo hurriedly left the room.

 She looked at her fingertips, feeling helpless, “He has such a great influence on me!”

After Mrs. Cui drank the medicine, she saw Jiang Zhiluo standing aside and looking a little distracted. She asked worriedly: “Zhiluo, why don’t you go back to the house and take a rest? If you have any work, tell mother and she will do it. “

Mrs. Cui felt that Zhiluo must have been tired from taking care of Hejin last night without rest.

Hearing Mrs. Cui’s voice, Jiang Zhiluo suddenly came back to her senses and said: “Ah, mother, I’m not sleepy. I was just thinking that after the glutinous rice and malt are fermented, I can make maltose.”

When Mrs. Cui heard this, she was also very excited and said: “Mom, I will do it with you.”

 I don’t know why, but her favorite thing to do now is to make things with Zhiluo. This process makes people full of expectations.

 She also looks forward to making maltose with her own hands.

Jiang Zhiluo looked at Mrs. Cui’s expression and said with a smile: “Okay.”

Jiang Zhiluo also smelled the fragrance of malt at this moment. She opened the lid of the pot and found that water was already coming out of it.

Mrs. Cui came over to take a look and thought it was amazing, “It smells sweet and very good.”

“I never thought that glutinous rice and malt could be used to make maltose.”

Jiang Zhiluo said: “Actually, the method is simple. With such a big pot, we can make a lot of maltose.”

Mrs. Cui heard what Jiang Zhiluo said about fermentation, and she asked curiously: “Is this fermentation done?”

Zhiliao Jiang nodded and said: “Well, it usually ferments in one and a half hours, so this will be just right.” Zhiliao Jiang pressed it in with a spoon, and the rich juice came out.

 “Zhiluo, what should we do next?”

Jiang Zhiluo said: “Mom, we need clean gauze to filter these and filter out the water.”

Mrs. Cui now understands what Jiang Zhiluo means when she hears “filtering”.

 The daughter-in-law sometimes says some new words, which she doesn’t understand at first, but she will understand what they mean as time goes by.

Mrs. Cui went to get clean gauze and a large basin for filtering.

 After getting everything, Jiang Zhiluo scooped the fermented glutinous rice malt onto the gauze, and filtered the wort water through the gauze.

“It’s slower this way, I’ll squeeze it with my hand.”

Mrs. Cui had already washed her hands very clean, so she squeezed them gently with gauze.

Jiang Zhiluo also helps. Once all the juice is filtered into the big basin, the residue can be removed.

“Mom, these dregs are no longer needed, they can be dumped.”

Mrs. Cui was a little reluctant and said: “These can be given to the chickens.”

Jiang Zhiluo was stunned for a moment, but also, these can be used to feed chickens, “It really can’t be wasted.”

 In the past situation in the Cui family, it would be better to save a little bit.

“Mom, all these things need to be filtered out of the pot.”

“Okay, filter it all out, and you should be able to make a lot of maltose.”

Jiang Zhiluo nodded and said: “Well, we can make a lot. When the time comes, cut it into small pieces and wrap it up in oil paper, and it will be a piece of candy.”

Mrs. Cui said: “When I went to the market in the town to sell eggs, the stalls selling snacks and candies were the most crowded.”

“Children all like to eat something sweet. For parents, they are so frugal that they are reluctant to buy anything. They wish they could break a penny in half and spend it, but children like candy. People are still willing to buy things like candied haws sometimes.”

“People in the village may have gone to the market and walked around but didn’t buy anything, so they just bought a piece of candy for their children.”

“During the Chinese New Year last year, Shan Mao next door was playing with a group of children at the door with a piece of caramel. He couldn’t bear to eat it and just licked it, which made a lot of children cry and scream with greed.”

At that time, Mrs. Cui heard the crying of children outside at home. It was so loud.

 In the past, Mrs. Cui might not be able to understand if others told her something in the capital.

But after living in the village for a year and seeing with her own eyes the living conditions of everyone in the village, Mrs. Cui understood everything.

Jiang Zhiluo can imagine such a scene.

 When I think about my younger brothers and sisters, I feel a little sad, and I don’t know how my father is doing as a bellows maker.

“Mom, our village is very close to the town. There is a pier over there, and it is very lively with people coming and going. No one has thought about making some snacks or anything.”

Mrs. Cui shook her head and said: “How can people in the village do this? Everyone is reluctant to use white flour for daily meals, and they only eat half full. They are not willing to waste white flour, meat and vegetables to study and eat.”

“Either the family members pass on the craft, or they learn it as an apprentice.”

“I heard someone say that being an apprentice is hard work. All you have to do are chores, and the master may not be willing to teach you. Therefore, even if you work for a few years in vain, you may not be able to learn anything.”

“Even if I have eaten a lot of food before, I still can’t make it if I am asked to do it.”

The most she can do is give Zhi Luo some help.

But seeing how Zhi Luo could do anything with her hands, Mrs. Cui felt that she was really powerful.

Hearing this, Jiang Zhiluo understood. No wonder the food culture in this era was somewhat backward, because cooking was also a craft, and it was all in one’s own hands. No one would want to pass on the craft.

 (End of this chapter)