☆ 26. Chapter 26 (Addendum)
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After thinking about it, Jian Shi'an still decided to give up his bed. It's still early to rest, so it's better to move this pot of glutinous rice malt to a place where it can ferment.
Just do it. In order to ensure that the temperature of glutinous rice fermentation is sufficient, Jian Shi'an simply lit the stove again. After stuffing a few small pieces of wood to get the stove up a bit, he closed the lid of the saucepan.
The heat had been dissipated for a while, and the temperature had already dropped, so now he had to take advantage of the time he went to tidy up the futon to make the temperature of the saucepan rise a little. Otherwise, the temperature is too low to make the maltose unable to ferment successfully, and it is inevitable to overturn.
Jian Shi'an walked back to the room briskly, spread the folded quilt and spread it on the bed. Since it was summer, he slept at night with only a small thin quilt, which was certainly not enough to cover the saucepan.
He got up and opened the cabinet door, rummaging through the thick winter quilt, and a pure white quilt caught his attention.
Very well, it's up to you!
Jian Shi'an immediately picked up the thick quilt tire, shook it vigorously and shook it open, and then circled the tire on the mattress to create a "chicken nest" shape.
Then he went to the kitchen, put out the fire, lifted the lid and checked the temperature. A mouthful of the glutinous rice and malt mixture was removed as soon as it reached his mouth, and if he really opened his mouth to swallow it, a string of fire bubbles would be burned out of the storage.
The temperature of the human body is between 36 and 37 degrees, and the high temperature that can be withstood is only about 60 or 70 degrees. Since you feel that your mouth is hot, then it means that the temperature is suitable and you can move the pot away.
Jian Shi'an cautiously picked up the stew pot and walked into the room, just as he bumped into Lu Qinghan, who was looking for him. Seeing that he was moving hard, Lu Qinghan hurriedly ran over to help.
"You say, how can you not call me when you move things? Lu Qinghan complained about the other party's unauthorized decision, but his actions unambiguously grabbed the handle of the pot on the side of the saucepan, which suddenly reduced Jian Shi'an's weight a lot.
What else can Jian Shi'an say, he can't say his cowardice reaction at this time, right?
He just smiled, leaned to the side, left some space for Lu Qinghan, and carried the stew pot with him.
But Lu Qinghan is not a forgiving guy. Especially for a habitual offender like Jian Shi'an, who can only carry it by himself in case of trouble, Lu Qinghan is naturally a good lecturer.
"I've found out from the moment you came, that you like to do everything yourself, and that you will easily refuse to open your mouth to ask me for help unless you are in real trouble.
"Shi An, am I really impressed? Or do you think I'm stupid, and I always can't do things well, so that's why..."Before the words were finished, Jian Shi'an hurriedly spoke to stop his self-pity:
"No,
absolutely not!" Qinghan, you are careful and steady, and I am 10,000 relieved to leave things to you!
Jian Shi'an turned his head in a hurry and wanted to find Lu Qinghan's eyes, but the other party seemed to know his movements, so he lowered his eyes earlier and just stared at the road.
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