Chapter 65: Autumn pear paste

　　 Zhou Kun was so frozen that his blood was about to coagulate, and it took a long time after regaining consciousness to feel better. If he continued like this, one day he would freeze to death in the cold storage. He decided to rush out of the cold storage the next time he came back, after all, it is better to faint at the door than freeze to death.
　　 "Hey-Aunt Huang? I found the pear you wanted. When will you come and get it?"
　　 "What?! I found the pear so quickly, or Xiao Zhou, you are reliable in doing things, I will come right away." The old lady Huang said immediately, which was not vague at all.
　　 By the time Zhou Kun moved things to the store, Mrs. Huang had already arrived.
　　 "Xiao Zhou, where is Riko?"
　　 "Hey, it's just such a basket. I finally got it. I guess it can't be restocked."
　　 Granny Huang looked at the basket of pears in the corner, and took a closer look from it. I saw the goose-yellow pear exuding a fragrance, and it was covered with spots like freckle, but with the gentle kiss of Huang's nails, the pear's skin was cut.
　　 "Why is Xiao Zhou's pear skin so thin, how does it taste, and isn't it delicate?"
　　 "You will know if you just taste one?" Although Zhou Kun has never eaten this pear, the fruits of other worlds have always been of high quality.
"Forget it, I can't bear to taste such a good pear. I took away the pear at any price." Mrs. Huang thought the same as Zhou Kun. The quality of the fruit here has always been very good, and the pears in front of me are all. Not much, this kind of high-quality pear yellow old lady is not willing to eat a bite, she wants to make all of them into autumn pear paste.
　　 "The output of this pear is very small, and it is estimated that it will not be possible to sell it in the future, or you can just give it 100 yuan to take it away."
The pricing of these pears made Zhou Kun a little bit embarrassed. The pears themselves are very scarce, and it’s not a big deal to sell them individually. However, Mrs. Huang has helped herself too much since she opened her business. She really wants to talk to other lions and Zhou Kun can’t do it. After arriving, he proposed a price of 100 yuan a basket.
"Okay, let's follow the price you said." Mrs. Huang did not be polite with Zhou Kun. After all these days, she knows Zhou Kun better. To put it bluntly, she is an honest child. People.
　　 It’s impossible to sell these pears anywhere for only 100 yuan a basket. Mrs. Huang decided to take care of Xiao Zhou’s business in the future. It seems it’s time to organize a few more wholesale groups.
　　 The old lady Huang, who was going to call someone to move the pear, spotted Zhou Kun's storm pork hidden in the corner sharply.
　　 "Xiao Zhou, this black pork looks good, where did you get it?"
　　 "This is a black pig raised in the supplier's house. I gave me some."
　　 "Do you still have pigs raised at the supplier's house?" The old lady looked up and down the storm pork leg in the corner, and the more she looked at it, the more she thought it was good.
　　 Zhou Kun secretly screamed badly, this old lady don't pay attention to the pork.
　　 "Xiao Zhou-when will I get a batch of black pork for our community, what do you think?"
　　 The bitterness in Zhou Kun's heart, where can I get you black pork? This pork is not like fruit. It can only be bought and sold through inspection and quarantine. When the time comes, the relevant department will check the source of the pork.
　　 "I'm a fruit seller. Where can I get you pork? This is what they gave me to taste."
　　 The old lady Huang also felt that she was a little embarrassed. After all, the fruit seller and the pork seller could not get together, so she continued: "You said it too, it's a pity."
　　 finally dismissed the old lady's attention, and in the next second the old lady picked up the ribs in the corner and ran.
　　 "I'll take these ribs, you can collect the money for Xiao Zhou, and I will call someone to carry it immediately."
　　 Zhou Kun didn't expect this old lady to run so fast, but before she could react, she had already left.
　　 Looking at the roll of money under the pork leg, Zhou Kun knew that this was the old lady's compensation for her pears, but it was a pity that I didn't even eat my storm pork ribs!
　　 Huang Fang returned home with the ribs and pears, looking at the ribs in his hand and muttering words: "Such a good black pork, it's a pity to stew it like this, it would be great if it were made into cured pork ribs in winter."
　　 When I thought of making it myself, she and her son would eat it. Originally, I could send a bowl to Zhaodi’s family. Since the watermelon fell out last time, the two old ladies have not reconciled yet.
Huang Fang, who was thinking and getting angry, suddenly called his son Ji Gaosheng: "Today Xiao Zhou sent a batch of pears. I will make autumn pear paste at home. I have no time to greet you. You can eat anything outside tonight! "
　　 said without waiting for Ji Gaosheng to respond, hung up the phone, and froze the ribs in the refrigerator.
　　 Ji Gaosheng heard that the phone was hung up, a little inexplicable, who made the old lady angry?
　　 After sending her son away, the old lady looked at the basket of pears in front of her, preparing to do a big job.
The production process of 　　 Qiu Pear Paste is relatively complicated. The first is the processing of pears. The pears must be washed, peeled and pitted, and the pear flesh is shredded.
　　 Mrs. Huang washed the pears in the frame one by one, dried them with a clean towel~EbookFREE.me~ and peeled them one by one.
　　 With the knife gently across the pear skin, it felt like cutting tofu without any hindrance, and it was cut into the meat at once. Mrs. Huang did not expect that the pear skin was so thin, and she adjusted the intensity while feeling distressed.
　　 With the pear skin as thin as a piece of paper being peeled off, the pear flesh as delicate as mutton jade inside is completely presented in the hands of Mrs. Huang.
Looking at the crystal clear pear flesh in front of him, even the old lady Huang had to sigh with emotion: "Xiao Zhou’s fruit is really good. Just this pear is not too expensive to sell for dozens of yuan. This pear is really good for making autumn pear paste. Pity."
　　 Having said that, the work in the hands of the old lady did not stop.
　　 Soon all the pears have completed the process of peeling and removing the pit, and they were rubbed into thin shredded pears by the old lady and placed in a large copper pot. The old lady didn't understand why it was a copper pot. It was because the pear contained tannin, which would react with the iron or stainless steel pot. She followed the same method passed down by the ancestors.
　　 Put a few Luo Han Guo and a lot of red dates, slices and rock sugar in the copper pot. Because they are for children, Chuanbei is not added to the Qiuli paste. Seeing that the pear meat was cooked in a large pot and the jujube meat and other ingredients were soft and rotten, Mrs. Huang turned off the fire and prepared for the next step to filter impurities.
　　 The last process is to wait for the pot of pear juice to boil until only one tenth is left. The whole process takes three to four hours, during which one cannot leave for half a step, and the heat must be kept under constant stirring to prevent the pot from being stuck.
　　 To be honest, Mrs. Huang is already more than sixty years old. After finishing the previous steps, she will feel a little tired, but thinking of her grandson who will be back soon, the old lady is suddenly full of energy.
　　 She moved a stool and quietly guarded the pear juice boiling in the pot.