Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 707 - Chapter 707 699. Corna honey Winter melon candy Dried

Chapter 707: 699. Corna honey, Winter melon candy, Dried pumpkin_1 Chapter 707: 699. Corna honey, Winter melon candy, Dried pumpkin_1 At that moment, Wang Xiaoshun’s face appeared to Zhang Yanping like the visage of a malicious supporting character who everyone wanted to bash.

But the reason laziness is called laziness is that as long as the situation isn’t dire, a lazy person will find a way to procrastinate–right then, he quickly raised his voice, “I’m going to find Doctor Guo now!”

Hopefully, he could kill a day and a half there, and then he’d be able to skip the afternoon’s work.

Song Tan was carrying a bucket of soybeans outside, smiling at him,

“Brother Yanping, ask Doctor Xiaoguo to give you a moxibustion treatment too. That way, after a good rest this afternoon, you’ll have more energy for work tomorrow morning. We’ll still need your help on the mountain!”

Just asking me definitely won’t do!

Whether to work for half a day in the afternoon or do more work on the mountain tomorrow, he had a clear sense of priorities in his mind.

Zhang Yanping maintained a rigid expression, “Don’t worry, Tantan, I’ll come right back after I ask her! It’s too hard for a girl like you to do these tasks, and I am your brother after all; I should lend a hand!”

Song Tan’s smile grew even warmer, and her voice sweeter, “Thank you, Brother Yanping.”

It wasn’t until his figure had walked a good distance away that Wu Lan, while picking over the cooked beans, expressed her confusion, “What’s gotten into Yanping? He’s even volunteering to come back to work…”

Song Tan smiled slyly, “Mom, this just shows that Brother Yanping actually quite enjoys these tasks. You can just add more to his plate tomorrow.”

As Doctor Guo said, one shouldn’t be too lazy indeed. Wu Lan pondered thoughtfully.

From the buckets of beans that began cooking after noon and stretched out plastic sheets, everyone was scattered around, picking through and helping out, while the large fan whirred… And as the beans were all spread out flat and everyone was sweating profusely, the beans were gradually cooling down too.

At that moment, Seventh Uncle was dishing out the last portion of beans from the pot, while Song Tan brought out two more bags of flour.

With a light pick of the scissors, Qiaoqiao quickly stretched out his hand to grab the thread, and with a “snap”, the flour bag opened swiftly.

Song Tan evenly sprinkled flour from the bag over the beans, and everyone squatted there, person by person in charge of a section, mixing the flour and cooked beans evenly, having a grand time.

It was only after the first round of flour-dusting was over that Qiaoqiao suddenly sighed, “I really want some sugar horn pastries!”

The sugar horn pastries he mentioned are a type of snack commonly seen during the New Year here, actually called “goat horn honey”.

Outside, there’s a white sugar shell, while inside the pastry, it’s filled with syrup. Of course, there are versions without the filling, directly soaked in syrup. Just before it solidifies, it’s coated with powdered sugar.

When eaten…

In fact, one can imagine without even tasting it–the thing is fragrant, but also cloyingly sweet! Although in recent years, the outer layer no longer uses powdered sugar but toasted glutinous rice flour, the sweetness inside is just as intense.

In any case, in Song Tan’s memory, the consumption of such sweets had decreased over the years.

But now, as soon as Qiaoqiao mentioned it, she immediately looked towards Seventh Uncle.

Seventh Uncle glared unenthusiastically, “What are you looking at me for? Do you think I can make anything?”

“Oh,” Qiaoqiao silently turned back.

As he slowly moved to the other end of the plastic sheet with his flour-coated hands, Seventh Uncle quietly exhaled,

“This kid, why does he want to eat everything? Goat horn honey is so high in sugar, so sweet; you can only have one per person at most, and it’s such a fuss to make.”

“Indeed,” Wu Lan agreed deeply, “And it wastes oil too.”

In her younger days, it was a popular snack. But that was when supplies were scarce, and items rich in oil and sugar were considered good.

Trying it now, the sugary sweetness can be overwhelming.

While a few of them were chatting, they saw Qiaoqiao’s clear eyes looking over again–he might have heard them, or maybe not.

Seventh Uncle instantly cleared his throat, “That… Qiaoqiao, bring over two more bags of flour.”

The first batch of flour-dusted beans had just been cooked and now they were about to reabsorb moisture; they needed another layer.

“Okay!” Qiaoqiao immediately agreed.

As for the sugary horns, they were already forgotten.

It was Song Tan who, while flipping through the options, suddenly looked up at Seventh Uncle: “Goat horn sweets are indeed too sweet, let’s not make them–how about we make some winter melon candy instead?”

Seventh Uncle’s eyes instantly widened:

“Tell me the truth, which one is sweeter between winter melon candy and goat horn sweets?”

The sugar coating on the goat horn sweets could be substituted with glutinous rice flour, tempering the sweetness of the sugar filling and the fried dough, actually making it not that exaggerated, even adding a fried aroma.

But winter melon candy was different, the first bite refreshingly sweet, by the second bite your teeth would ache!

His age couldn’t handle it at all.

Song Sancheng also frowned; he didn’t like sweets, let alone winter melon candy which even as a child he found excessively sweet.

He suggested tactfully, “Wouldn’t that be too sweet? Don’t you young people care about sugar control? Too much sugar isn’t healthy.”

At that, Song Tan glanced at him: “Dad, don’t we just care about things tasting good when we eat? If we’re truly worried about health, we might as well not eat anything.”

“Besides, I’m asking Seventh Uncle to make a little, not for each of you to eat a whole basin. Why so fearful?”

That made sense.

Everyone exchanged glances; if they were only to eat a piece, the unique crisp and refreshing sweetness of winter melon candy was indeed incomparable.

At this moment, everyone simultaneously turned their gaze to Seventh Uncle.

Seventh Uncle: …

He was old; he really couldn’t bear sweets like that. He didn’t want to make it!

But Wang Xiaoshun was excited: “Me, me, me! Both my master and I can make it! We’ll do it.”

He then considerately looked at Seventh Uncle: “Master Song, you take a break. When everyone feels like eating it, my master and I will come over to make it when we’re free.”

It was time-consuming but not troublesome at all.

He and his master had long wanted to try out the taste of food made with Song Tan’s ingredients; it was just unfortunate that Seventh Uncle had monopolized the head chef position. They were tasked with cooking for the workers on the mountain and, although they got to eat daily, they couldn’t make it themselves; you can only imagine how much they craved it.

Now, they had finally found their opportunity.

Meanwhile, Song Tan looked at Qiaoqiao who was carrying a bag of flour, and considerately said, “Qiaoqiao, Seventh Uncle doesn’t like sugary horns, so I asked him to make you winter melon candy instead, are you happy?”

“Happy.”

Qiaoqiao stretched out her two little hands, covered in flour, and gestured, “This year’s winter melons grew so big, and with so many of us, we can only eat three rings at a time, making candy is delicious!”

Winter melons, pumpkins; there was just so much to eat.

Since that’s the case…

Song Tan eagerly looked at Seventh Uncle: “Are there still lots of leftover dried pumpkin from before? How about we make another batch?”

Some of those dried pumpkins, after being dried, were steamed and stored as plain flavor. Others, Seventh Uncle wrapped them with chili powder and other spices before steaming and drying them again.

Making them was quite time-consuming, but once they were properly dried, they weren’t as sweet and cloying as dried sweet potatoes; instead, they had a spicy kick that was…

Extremely appetizing!

“Dad, looks like we should grow even more next year!”