Hong Qiurong took the big shovel, rolled up her arms and began to stir it hard.

When the pear melted, the juice gradually disappeared from the broken pear pieces, and a faint sweet smell came out.

At this time, Hong Qiurong was already sweating profusely, and even the collar of her chest was sweating.

"Zhiyu, can you see if this is OK?"

Su Zhiyu stretched out his neck and took a look, then dipped it in the juice.

"I can't lift the thread, I almost ignite the fire."

However, this is a good time to put loquats and Fritillaria kebab.

Su Zhiyu poured these in and the juice immediately overflowed to the edge of the iron pot.

"It should be enough for another half an hour."

Loquat tastes sour, and Sichuan bean sweet and slightly bitter.

These are all good things to relieve cough and eliminate phlegm. Cooking for too long will not help the effect of the medicine.

Time passes slowly, and the fire on the stove gradually disappears.

The iron pot was bubbling with bubbles, and the aroma of pear juice was so mellow that the entire kitchen could smell it.

"Second sister-in-law, I remember that there is some pure cotton cloth in your room, give me some."

"Okay, I'll get it now!"

Bai Guiqin patted the dust on her body and quickly got up.

Last time, I bought some cotton cloth and said that I would make autumn clothes for Dabao Erbao, but there were still some left and not used up!

After taking the cotton cloth, Su Zhiyu found a large wooden basin and covered the cotton cloth in the basin.

Then, she asked Hong Qiurong to put all the pear juice in the pot into a wooden basin.

Several people worked together to lift the cotton cloth slowly, allowing the pear juice to slowly penetrate the cotton cloth, and put it in a wooden basin.

After most of the pear juice was drained, Su Zhiyu curled up the cotton cloth and squeezed it hard.

After a while, the pear juice was finally squeezed clean, leaving only a little residue.

Su Zhiyu hurriedly poured the mint juice into it, and a refreshing smell immediately emanated.

"It smells so good! That's done?"

Hong Qiurong was a little excited and shook her wooden basin.

"I didn't expect that the water produced by this pear would be like this brown-yellow-brown-yellow color!"

But Su Zhiyu shook his head.

"It's not finished yet, so I have to boil it again, at least half of the water."

The thick appearance of real autumn pear paste is no less than honey!

"Are you still going to endure?"

Hong Qiurong frowned, and her breathing chest had not completely calmed down yet.

Su Zhiyu saw her fatigue and grinned playfully and bared her teeth.

"There is no need to stir it anymore, just simmer for one or two hours!"

"Well... I'll say it earlier!"

Just now when she was cooking pear juice, her little arms became sore and swollen.

I'll be unable to hold on for another hour or two.

On the side, Bai Guiqin had already clamped out some charcoal fire and stretched out a small stove.

"Zhiyu, do you think you can use a small charcoal stove to boil it?"

"Can!"

Su Zhiyu hurriedly poured pear juice in a ceramic jar and put it on a charcoal stove.

"Okay, everyone can go there with their own things."

Wait for another hour or two and her autumn pear cream will be formed.

She was expecting her, but then she realized that her stomach was roaring.

They have been busy all morning and have not had breakfast yet!

Looking at the sister-in-law and the dough halfway there, Su Zhiyu hurried over and added water and continued to knead it.

"I worked hard this morning and I had gnocchi with me."
Chapter completed!