pastoral pretty girl

Chapter 151 Is it for sale?

"This is to make candied haws? You can also make candied haws?" Liu Xiaomi was surprised when she saw Song Qingge bring the candy.

Candied haws looks simple, but in fact it is not easy to make. Boiling sugar is the key and requires experience.

Furthermore, candied haws are not expensive, just buy a bunch if you like it, and no one wants to waste time making this thing.

"It's not candied gourds, but candied hawthorns. Auntie will follow and have a look. You will learn to teach others in the future." Song Qingge did not keep it privately, and this thing is not a secret.

Stir-fried hawthorn with sugar, also known as rock sugar snowball, the red hawthorn is covered with thick icing sugar, sweet and sour, better than candied haws.

The two methods are very similar, the most important thing is the control of the heat.

Song Qingge likes to make these small snacks. They used to make them with rock sugar and lemon juice, which tastes better. Now that there is no lemon or rock sugar, they just use soft white sugar and vinegar. The taste is just as delicious. The ones sold outside are made of these two. of.

Wash the hawthorn and control the moisture. There should be no trace of it, otherwise it will not be able to hang sugar.

Then add water and sugar to boil in the pot. She asked Liu Xiaomi to turn on the stove so that the pot can be taken down at any time.

"I've heard people say that candied haws are made this way, so they don't need to be strung together?" Liu Xiaomi looked at it seriously and asked curiously.

"No, the candied haws are skewered and dipped in sugar. This needs to be fried. When boiling the sugar, you need to warm the fire. The fire of the candied haws should be higher." Song Qingge explained slowly. She tried it for the first time, but she didn't dare to do it. too much.

After all, the control of the temperature of the firewood is not so precise.

Liu Xiaomi has less cooking experience and more experience in cooking. He controls the heat much better than Song Qingge. She controls it, and Song Qingge concentrates on cooking sugar.

After the water and sugar are completely melted, the bubbles gradually rise. At this time, take out two firewood and continue to cook slowly. The bubbles are getting more and more. When the bubbles are getting denser, add some vinegar until the sugar is thick and there is no water in it. Finally, take the pot down and pour in the dried hawthorn.

"Is this the end?"

Liu Xiaomi watched Song Qingge stir-fry the hawthorn curiously. It's that simple?
"It's almost there, it will be done soon." Song Qingge smiled, white crystals had already appeared on the hawthorn in the pot, and soon there was more and more icing sugar, and finally every hawthorn was covered.

"Okay, auntie, try it."

Liu Xiaomi looked curiously at the hawthorn covered with white frosting, and ate one curiously, his eyes lit up instantly, "It's really better than candied haws, and it must be selling well. How did you come up with this idea?"

"Ahem, I wanted to make candied haws before, because I was afraid of the sugar being burnt because of the fire. Who would have thought that there would be a windfall when the sugar was not boiled..."

In fact, she didn't make it up, it was a real experience. I was very happy to find it by accident, and later found out that it had existed for a long time.

Liu Xiaomi praised repeatedly, Song Qingge smiled, took away all the fried rock sugar snowballs, left the cooking and essentials, and let Liu Xiaomi try it by himself.

Song Qingge went directly to the town and bought half-fat and half-lean pork. As for other ingredients, Zhang's kitchen was full, and many of them couldn't even be bought in the market.

"Baochen, try the snacks for you." Song Qingge came early today, and Zhang Baochen hadn't started studying yet, so he ran over naturally when he saw Song Qingge.

"Huh? Isn't this Tang Xueqiu and Peanut Candy? When did you go to the capital?" Not only did Zhang Baochen come, but the old lady and Zhang Qingshan also followed, looking at the two in Song Qingsinger and asked curiously.

"What? Already sold?"

(End of this chapter)