C1 Fried Sugar Cake

"As the saying goes, if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first grasp his stomach." The girl in front of him was around thirteen or fourteen years old and still had a pair of bun on her head. She looked lively and lively as she looked at the weird ghosts and spirits. However, she was not embarrassed in the least bit as she spoke loudly about the ways of men and women on the street.

Mu Yunsheng swept a glance at her but didn't reply. She continued to work steadily on the task in her hands.

She swiftly twisted out a small ball from the scalding noodles in her hand and rolled it open with a rolling pin. Then, she scooped up two spoonfuls of the brown sugar that she had specially brewed and wrapped them up into a ball shape. Then, she continued to roll them into a one finger thick round cake and put a layer of sesame paste into the wok.

He fished it out roughly and put it on a shelf to drain. The heat of the remaining oil would continue to fry it, and when the fully cooked oil was drained, the food would no longer be as sticky.

The fried candy was crispy on the outside but sweet on the inside. As it was chewed off, it also had a rich fragrance, making people want to eat it even after being fried.

She hurriedly took a bite and continued, "So tell me, how did you make the brown sugar? You can't bear it either. After I marry Mr Xuan, I won't be able to grab his heart, right?"

Pitiful.

I don't know if you can grab Mr Xuan's heart, but you've already eaten five pieces of fried candy today. If you eat more, you'll definitely get angry, and maybe even get a red blotch on your face. Mu Yunsheng analyzed the pros and cons to the girl from the other direction.

When the girl heard this, she spat out the crisp coat in her mouth. Then, with some unwillingness, she said, "Then let me have a bowl of sugar balls. There won't be any red lump growing on it, right?"

"But you'll get fat." Although Mu Yunsheng said this, she still quickly put the candy in the pot. She wasn't afraid that this girl wouldn't pay. After all, she wasn't in the mood to casually reward something that was worth a lot of money.

"Seriously, do you even want to do business?" The young lady pouted her lips. When Mu Yunsheng brought out the sugar ball and broke one of the chopsticks, the red syrup inside slowly flowed out along with a distinct flowery fragrance. It looked like osmanthus flowers, but wasn't as rich.

It was just that it was very sweet, just that it was pleasing to the nose. The young girl instantly became fat or not, blew on it a few times to cool it, and then put the flower syrup into her mouth.

There were only a few kinds of foods that could be used to extract sugar, and the sweetness of the sugar that came out was not high yet. Therefore, even if one was rich, it was very difficult to eat sugar that was full of sweetness, and even if one could ask for it, it would also naturally become exceptionally sweet. Coincidentally, Mu Yunsheng could make sugar, and she could also make a good ancient red sugar.

All this ensured that her supply of goods was plentiful.

Because the sugar production level was higher than this era, this was also the reason why she set up a stall and got entangled with the ladies of the town's Zhao Family.

Actually, she had been preparing it for several days already. When she found out that the fried sugar cake she cooked was fragrant and sweet, many restaurant owners came to buy the prescription from her. However, none of them were like Miss Zhao.

Innocent, lively, difficult, and from a woman's point of view, talking about her newly-settled marriage, as if if if Mu Yunsheng didn't sell her the recipe, she would be despised by her husband for not being able to fry candy and then be unlucky enough to let Mu Yunsheng feel guilty.

But even if she was given the sugar concoction, it would be useless because the most important material, sugar cane, was not available in this era. If she were to tell people how sugar cane came about, she would have to explain to them how it came about, how she knew that this purple thing could be eaten, how she knew that she could refine sugar, and most importantly, the money of the seller wouldn't belong to her. So in order to avoid this series of troubles, she chose not to sell it at all.

Because she couldn't, Miss Zhao then took care of her for four days straight.

In just a few short days, Miss Zhao was like her sister, as sticky as the doughnut in her hand. She was both helpless and lovable at the same time.

Mu Yunsheng looked at the sky and sealed the stove, waiting for the hot oil and water to cool down from the boiled dumplings beside her. Mu Yunsheng looked at the sky and sealed the stove, waiting for the hot oil and water to cool down from the boiled dumplings beside her, but she did not stop rubbing her sugar pancakes.

Hearing that Miss Zhao and that Young Master Xuan were childhood friends, and looking at Miss Zhao's cute and innocent appearance, filled with a sweet taste, why would she and her Mr Xuan need this little bit of appetite to split the money? They were only trying to find a prescription for her restaurant, and Mu Yunsheng didn't want to say it out loud because even if Miss Zhao could sell, she wouldn't sell it now.

After all, compared to Miss Zhao's happiness, the family that she had transmigrated to …

Sigh.

"A box of raw sugar cakes, a box of raw sugar balls, and the food you and your maidservants had today. A total of forty-five cents." Mu Yunsheng stacked the items in a basket that Miss Zhao brought with her. A maidservant girl took out a string of money and counted out fifty coins for her.

It had been like this for the past few days. If she got a zero, Miss Zhao would add an integer that could be considered the filial piety of her future disciple.

Mu Yunsheng ignored Miss Zhao, who didn't seem to care about proper etiquette, and thanked the maidservant. Then, she looked at the spare can of brown sugar on the table, thought for a moment and said, "Miss Zhao is always my money, now I'll just take this back to Miss Zhao. You can drink water if you feel uncomfortable, it'll reduce the pain a little."

Although Mu Yunsheng spoke in a very obscure manner, but all of the women here were women, how could they not understand? Even a thick-skinned person like Miss Zhao blushed slightly at her strict instructions.

She cut off her feet and smiled at Mu Yunsheng. "It's not good. I've come to find you."

Even if it's useful, aren't you looking for me every day?

Mu Yunsheng didn't take her threat to heart. After a while, the oil wasn't completely cold yet, but it was barely enough to move. Mu Yunsheng carefully moved her into the straw filled basket, and since Miss Zhao's maidservants were already familiar with her, they helped her pack up the other pots and bowls.

She was not as good as Miss Zhao, being born into a wealthy family, where her parents doted on her, where the sisters lived harmoniously, and where she grew up in a bamboo horse. Her family lived in a small village near the town, with three generations of the same family, and her family lived in five mud houses, a few acres of thin farmland.

Mu Yunsheng sighed and sped up her footsteps.

There was quite a bit of distance between the village and the town. Mu Yunsheng had already rushed back a lot earlier, but by the time Mu Family came around, it was still dark. She unloaded her burden and, without even rubbing her shoulders, headed towards the main hall in the center.

The old and young, who were already filled with Mu Family, looked at the woman at the door and rolled their eyes, "Now, little girl Sheng can make money, but she's so stubborn. Instead, she has asked the whole family to wait for her to eat.