Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Chapter 92 Sugar Fried Chestnuts
Tonight, Fu Yunhe did not broadcast live.

He posted notices in his live broadcast room and Nian Shutong's shop early on.

Many people are eagerly waiting for the arrival of tomorrow, looking forward to what Fu Yunhe said: research new products, stop broadcasting for a day.

At this moment, Fu Yunhe has already opened the fermenter, and the combination of glutinous rice and malt has leaked a lot of liquid.

Under Nian Shutong's verbal guidance, he took a piece of gauze and squeezed out the water little by little from the glutinous rice balls inside, and squeezed out a large basin full.

After all was squeezed out, Nian Shutong was in charge of pouring the liquid into the cauldron, and he was in charge of boiling it over a high fire.

The two faced each other, and Nian Shutong looked at Fu Yunhe with interest, who was constantly pushing the bottom of the liquid with a shovel.

What's contrary to this is that he has a beautiful face, coupled with his current movements, he always feels a bit supernatural.

"When you pick up the shovel, there is colloidal mucus sticking to the shovel, forming flakes and not falling off, then it's ok."

Nian Shutong is not sure if it can be done, it is also the first time for her to make it, and she copied it from the book.

Fu Yunhe kept moving his arms, just when he was already a little sore and was gritting his teeth to compete with himself, the time had come.

Turn off the heat and let it cool for a while.

He was also able to catch his breath and take a break.

When a light brown, transparent jelly-like syrup formed, Nian Shutong dipped a little bit of it with his chopsticks, and stretched it straight to Fu Yunhe's face, his bright eyes were clear and bright.

"Try it."

Fu Yunhe, who was still rubbing his arm with one hand, unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a small arc. Is this a drug test or a food test?
However, he still opened his mouth cooperatively and took the first bite of malt candy.

Sweet, not greasy.

There is an inexplicable, unknown aroma that diffuses in the mouth and flows along the taste buds.

It was completely different from the rock candy Fu Yunhe had eaten before.

"delicious."

He looked across to see that Nian Shutong had already dipped some maltose into his mouth with another chopstick.

Fu Yunhe felt that Nian Shutong's eyes brightened up, like the sun after the rain.

For the first time, he felt that she was still a little bit, really a little bit cute.

Too much, not worthy of Nian Shutong's force value.

"It's really good." Nian Shutong put down his chopsticks after taking a sip, and ran quickly to find the rubble, asking for a pot.

She is going to try fried chestnuts in sugar.

"Rubble! Rubble!"

Nian Shutong shouted anxiously, letting the rubble cover her ears.

This is too loud, Nian Shutong lowered his volume clearly, and said to the rubble: "Rabbit, is the pot I want ready?"

"Crack———"

Rubble's long arms pushed over a cauldron, self-evident.

Nian Shutong was so happy that he couldn't express it. While squatting down, he patted Rushi's head with one hand.

"good!"

Nian Shutong ran back holding the cauldron.

Rubble tilted his head, and touched the place where Nian Shutong had just patted with one hand, it was a little warm.

His hand touched his heart again, it just stopped beating for a moment, could it be that he was sick?
Ruble started self-diagnosis, while Nian Shutong had already returned outside the kitchen with the cauldron in his arms.

She connected the current under the cauldron and put the fried sand into the pot.

Fu Yunhe watched Nian Shutong's operation with great interest, everything was so novel.

"Let's first fry the sand a little brighter, turn on the electricity, and pour a little maltose syrup, which is to dissolve the maltose with water."

"Look! It's enough to be black and bright, then put the peeled chestnuts in and start frying."

"When you feel that the sand is not bright, continue to add malt syrup and fry until the chestnuts change color."

Next, Fu Yunhe took over and continued to operate.

Fortunately, it was an electric tumbling, otherwise he would be exhausted after finishing the live broadcast of stir-fried chestnuts.

Nian Shutong boiled some water, made three cups of maltose water, and naturally gave Fu Yunhe a cup.

Immediately afterwards, she raised the glass again and shouted haha.

"Haha! Let's drink sugar water!"

(End of this chapter)