After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

When it comes to cooking, Qian Fengping is definitely more experienced.

Fang Tong also took one and tasted it. It was true that the sweetness was only in the syrup on the outside. This was not how sugar-roasted chestnuts were made.

"What if we boil the chestnuts in sugar water?" Qin Yan said as he tasted them. "We still have chestnuts, so we're not afraid to try. We'll definitely have to choose the best for selling."

Qian Fengping heard this and nodded. This was indeed a solution.

Qian Fengping boiled water in a pot and added sugar. When the taste was about right, she poured a few bowls of sugar water for the children before starting to cook the chestnuts.

Fang Nanzhi carried the sugar water and went out carefully. When she came back, the bowl was empty.

Fang Tong took a quick glance and knew it was sent to his second brother.

The relationship between the uncle and nephew is very close, and he, as their father, hasn't even had a sip.

He hummed in his heart, feeling a little jealous.

"There's not enough sugar. Auntie, give me an extra bowl next time." Qian Fengping didn't notice his emotions and touched Fang Nanzhi's head. "But the chestnuts will be ready soon."

"Auntie, the sugar water is delicious, and the chestnuts must be delicious too."

Fang Nanzhi grinned with his teeth bared.

Ever since she followed her father into the family, her life has been getting better and better. Not only can she eat meat and cake, but she can also read and write. Even her two cousins in the Fang family cannot compare to her.

Qian Fengping was amused by her, and after the chestnuts were out of the pot, she gave them to Fang Nanzhi first.

Fang Nanzhi chewed it and frowned: "It tastes a little sweet."

She raised a finger in front of them and said seriously, "It's not as sweet as before. No, it's not even half as sweet as before!"

"Impossible." Fang Tong didn't believe it. He ate one and then muttered, "It really is. Did they put too little sugar?"

Qian Fengping took a sip of the soup and shook her head: "That's quite a lot. The shells outside are more flavorful than the inside. Should I peel them and try it?"

After discussing it, several people decided to change their approach.

After failing several times, they gradually became proficient, especially Qian Fengping, who kept muttering to herself but never stopped working.

"It tastes better if you cook it in sugar water. Otherwise, you can cook the chestnuts first, then make the sugar water. When the sugar water starts to bubble, put the chestnuts in, boil the juice until it is dry, and then stir-fry."

When several people heard this, they all nodded in agreement.

At first, they planned to shell the chestnuts and cook them directly, but this method did not preserve the chestnuts at all. After a while, the chestnuts changed color and no longer looked good.

You can only keep the shell, but make the opening a little wider and cook it for a little longer.

Qian Fengping handled the chestnuts carefully. After all, they were food. If she didn't cook them properly, even though her family could eat them, she still felt it was a waste.

Fang Nanzhi also became nervous. Two figures, one big and one small, stood in front of the stove with sharp eyes, which made Qin Yan, who was sitting in a wheelchair and watching, laugh.

When he came to his senses, the little Fang Nanzhi had already pinched his fingers.

"It's just the last step!" Fang Nanzhi stamped his feet excitedly, watching his aunt stir-frying chestnuts, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Qin Yan wiped the sweat off her face and said softly, "Don't worry, it will definitely succeed."

"Alright." Qian Fengping wiped the sweat off her face and brought out the sugar-roasted chestnuts. "Try it. This pot is not easy to rinse."

The pot was covered with residual sugar stains and looked sticky. Without waiting for Qian Fengping to do anything, Fang Tong grabbed the pot, poured boiling water into it, stirred it, and poured it out, giving each person a bowl of sugar water.

Then take the pot away and rinse it.

Fang Nanzhi didn't care about her father. Her eyes were filled with chestnuts that were much brighter in color. She tasted one with joy, her eyes full of little stars.

"Auntie, this, this!"

"How is it?" Seeing her excitement, Qian Fengping also became nervous.

Fang Nanzhi chewed it for a long time before swallowing it, his face full of joy: "It's delicious, this is super delicious!"

Qin Yan also nodded and peeled one for Qian Fengping.

After Qian Fengping ate it, she blinked in surprise. It was indeed delicious.

"I'll go give some to Second Uncle!"

Without waiting for Qian Fengping to agree, Fang Nanzhi walked into the house with sugar-roasted chestnuts.

Qian Fengping smiled dotingly and said to Qin Yan, "You must remember this recipe, otherwise it will be difficult to make such delicious sugar-roasted chestnuts next time."

"Uncle! Eat!"

Fang Nanzhi came to the kang, pushed the sugar-roasted chestnuts in his hand onto the kang first, and then he went up grunting.

Fang Yin had been waiting there for a long time. Although the doors and windows of the kitchen were closed, he knew something delicious was being prepared, so he sniffed the aroma intently.

He also felt it was too hot, so he peeled the skin and put it in his mouth.

“Delicious and sweet.”

"It tastes good, right?" Fang Nanzhi smiled, but seeing that his second uncle was unable to get out of bed, he felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

If it weren't for Second Uncle, she would have been the one injured. Now he couldn't get off the kang and could only stare out the window in a daze. He must be bored to death.

At this moment, Fang Nanzhi chose to forget the pain that the two of them had experienced when they were forced to study together.

There's no time to be bored, okay?

The whole family worked hard for the whole afternoon and everyone was exhausted, but seeing that the sugar-roasted chestnuts were successfully made, it felt like their hard work was worth it.

"It's still early, so make more. This much we can sell won't be enough."

Fang Nanzhi came back at some point, nodding her head and rubbing her hands, muttering, "Boiling and frying at the same time is so troublesome. I can help!"

Seeing her happy face, Qian Fengping couldn't help but pinch her soft cheeks: "Okay, then make two more pots."

Fang Tong helped on the side and was the first to do any work that required physical strength.

Qin Yan and Fang Nanzhi were not idle either. They held a small knife in one hand and a chestnut in the other, skillfully cutting holes in it and opening the shells.

Soon, a mountain of chestnut shells was piled up in the yard.

"Take a rest." Qian Fengping felt distressed and quickly brought out two bowls of hot milk.

Fang Nanzhi took the bowl, smacked his lips after drinking it, and was full of energy.

"Not tired, auntie, look at my strong arms!"

She imitated Fang Tong, rolled up her sleeves, and revealed her thin white arms.

Qian Fengping felt both distressed and amused.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Zhizhi."

Fang Nanzhi seemed to be encouraged, and his hands moved even more skillfully than before.

The sky gradually darkened, dusk fell, and everything became blurry.

"Ouch!"

Fang Nanzhi stood up and rubbed her waist with both hands.

"I'm so exhausted. Money is so hard to come by!"

Qin Yan sat in a wheelchair and saw that she looked like a little old lady, hunched over and taking small steps. He couldn't help laughing.

At this time in the past, apart from a few wisps of smoke from cooking, there was only Qian Fengping's silent figure busy at work in the yard.

Now that Uncle Fang and Zhizhi have come, it has added a lot of liveliness.

He touched his legs, feeling a little bit of anticipation.

If he waited a little longer, he could stand up and protect his mother and Zhizhi together with Uncle Fang.