Exiled to Lingnan, the Crown Prince's wife raises children, cultivates the land, and leads the

Quiet.

Deathly silence!

As the owner of the sugar mill, everyone in the village fawned over Granny Leng.

Respect her?

This is the first time anyone has dared to talk back to Cheng Qiqi like this!

Which person in the sugar shop hasn't been hit by Granny Leng's ruler?

Even the experienced sugar mill workers had been punished by Granny Leng's ruler, but now everyone gasped. Could this young girl, no, this young wife, withstand Granny Leng's ruler?

Here it comes!

The sugar mill masters all took a step back, staring at the ruler in Granny Leng's hand, their veins throbbing, looking like... they were about to lose their temper.

Leng Yu's lips moved, and he was wondering whether to speak when he heard a clear voice.

"Grandma Leng, you don't want me to make a pot of useless sugar so I'll lose money, do you?"

Cheng Qiqi's clear voice rang out, and there was not a trace of fear in her eyes.

She was petite, but her back was ramrod straight.

Leng Yu looked at Cheng Qiqi. This girl was the first one who wasn't afraid of her grandmother.

"Hmph, if we do as she says, what if the sugar is ruined during the cooking process..."

The old woman snorted coldly, the sound as if it were squeezed out from between her teeth, and the ruler in her hand was about to break!

Cheng Qiqi ignored her and continued giving instructions.

After adding the sugar to the first batch of sauce, Cheng Qiqi said, "Prepare another pot and heat it over medium heat. Finally, prepare a third pot and heat it over low heat."

Cheng Qiqi gave the order, signaling Leng Yu to start stirring.

Leng Yu's hands moved faster than his brain; he immediately started stirring the sugar in the pot, glancing at Cheng Qiqi instinctively.

Cheng Qiqi turned to the side and said to the juicer, "Second batch, continue."

Compared to the first batch of juice, the experienced chefs pushed the stone mill, and the amount of juice produced decreased.

Add a small amount of water.

As soon as Cheng Qiqi opened her mouth, Granny Leng subconsciously wanted to speak, but thinking of the words she had just been rebuked, she winked at her eldest son, Leng Dao.

"Adding water would be a waste of firewood, wouldn't it? I..."

Leng Dao only said half of what he wanted to say before Cheng Qiqi interrupted him, saying, "Save your questions for later. I told you to add water, so add water."

Cheng Qiqi spoke firmly without giving a reply.

Leng Dao had no choice but to look to his grandmother for help. The old woman didn't say anything, so Leng Dao took the gourd ladle and added water.

"stop."

Seeing that Leng Dao had added about the right amount of water, Cheng Qiqi immediately called a halt, saying, "Squeeze it again."

Cheng Qiqi walked to the pot again and saw that the sugar in the pot had begun to boil. She said, "Put it into the second pot over medium heat immediately."

Leng Yu dared not question it anymore and immediately took out an iron ladle to get to work. Soon, the first pot was empty, and the juice Leng Yu had squeezed was ready.

When the second batch of juice was poured into the pot, Leng Dao looked at the squeezed sugarcane pulp, grabbed a little bit and chewed it. The next moment, his eyes lit up: "Grandma, it seems that it's not very sweet anymore."

In the past, the juice I made always had a sweet taste, but now, after adding water and juicing it again, it doesn't seem to be as sweet anymore!

Grandma Leng didn't speak, but grabbed a bit of sugarcane residue and put it in her mouth. Having worked in the sugar mill her whole life, Grandma Leng didn't say anything, but the shock in her eyes and the serious look in her eyes as she looked at Cheng Qiqi were even more pronounced!

Yesterday, when Cheng Qiqi decisively accepted the one hundred coins, she was still a little worried, wondering if she was going to waste a whole pot of sugar, but now…

Cheng Qiqi didn't care what she thought. She was already standing by the sugar pot, keeping a close eye on it. Switching from the second pot to the third pot required precise timing.

"Change to the third pot."

Seeing that the time was almost up, Cheng Qiqi immediately spoke up. In the last small hot pot, the sugar was simmering and thickening, and soon it was poured into the mold.

Leng Yu looked at the clear color of the sugarcane juice, which was obviously better than what they had made before, and it was full of sugar aroma. He felt more confident and picked up the stirring stick, ready to start making the second batch of sugarcane juice.

"Wait, keep stirring the sugar in this mold."

Cheng Qiqi's words shocked Leng Yu again, but he still obediently listened to her.

Cheng Qiqi didn't explain, but let Leng Yu stir it. Once the tiny bubbles disappeared and it was stirred evenly, she let Leng Yu stop and wait for the sugar to cool and crystallize!

Cheng Qiqi found that Leng Yu's handling of the second batch of sugarcane juice was not bad, but he still couldn't control the timing.

Cheng Qiqi didn't say anything more, but her eyebrows rose imperceptibly. Did the Leng family really think she was stupid enough to reveal such important information?

She memorized the most important steps in making the sugar syrup.

Is this all the sugar in the pot?

She was certain that Leng Yu would never be able to learn it. If it were that simple, everyone could become a master chef after just one lesson.

Cheng Qiqi sat down next to Wen Shi: "Third Aunt, are you trying to suffocate yourself?"

"call."

Wen let out a heavy sigh of relief and said, "Qiqi, you were just... just... too... amazing!"

Wen Shi was at a loss for words. Despite coming from a rural background, she possessed a powerful aura and was incredibly formidable.

No wonder she became the Crown Prince's wife.

At this moment, Lady Wen completely forgot about Cheng Qiqi, the nominal heir apparent, who was dispensable in the Marquis of Zhongyong's residence.

"Qiqi, you've taught them everything. Won't they have wasted their time learning?"

The Wen family doesn't know how to make sugar, but it looks simple, and the Leng family has been making sugar all their lives, so maybe they'll learn it?

"Third Aunt, if it were really that easy to learn, could it be a family secret recipe?"

Cheng Qiqi smiled faintly and began to wrap the sugar cubes. The batch of sugar from yesterday, with its slightly burnt bits, had been salvaged.

Time passed slowly, and everyone watched nervously as the first pot of sugar was opened.

"Qiqi, sugar will definitely be good."

"Qiqi, I... why do I feel cold?"

Wen held Cheng Qiqi's hand, feeling his hand begin to tremble.

"Third Aunt, don't worry."

Cheng Qiqi didn't expect that Wen Shi was even more nervous than her. She was quick at everything since elementary school and had worked countless part-time jobs since high school, including at a sugar factory.

In order to earn an extra hundred yuan at the handmade candy workshop, she memorized a lot of theoretical knowledge.

Although she hadn't actually tried it herself, she knew exactly how traditional handmade candy was made.

"This is impossible!"

Leng Yu exclaimed in surprise.

"Was the candy spoiled? These prisoners shouldn't have been trusted!"

Granny Leng rushed forward excitedly, her voice abruptly stopping. When she saw the sugar in the mold, its color crystal clear, its aroma rich, and its crystallization perfectly formed, she was stunned!

Having made candy her whole life, Granny Leng always believed that the candy they made was the best in Lingnan!

But now, the old woman is silent, which is simply a joke.

"We are indeed prisoners, and it's understandable that Granny Leng doesn't believe us."

Cheng Qiqi's voice, which sounded like self-mockery, rang out from behind the old woman. After speaking, Cheng Qiqi turned and left.