After dying early, I traveled to ancient times and became a boy

The orange skin has turned yellow and smells rich in orange fragrance, not sour at all.

Ye Xunqing picked the biggest one, peeled it and tasted it. After taking a bite, the juice overflowed, but the sour taste went straight to the top of his head.

"Fuck!" Ye Xunqing couldn't help but curse, "Is this a fucking orange? Why is it so sour?"

It's not that it's extremely sour, but compared to modern oranges, it's really too sour. Ye Xunqing is used to eating sweet things, so he really can't accept eating this sour orange suddenly.

But the orange fragrance is very strong, and if you taste it carefully, it is still a little sweet.

"Hiss—" Ye Xunqing said with a stiff face, "It is indeed a little sour."

Feng Jingheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Are you sure it's a little sour?"

Ye Xunqing said unhappily, "Okay, I admit, this thing is a few degrees more sour than I imagined. But it's still okay, with a slightly sweet aftertaste. And it's very juicy, so it's really edible."

Feng Jingheng couldn't stand the taste. He said, "Forget it, Ah Qing. Isn't it better to eat something else?"

"Okay." But Ye Xunqing still couldn't bear to part with the orange, "But this orange really smells delicious."

Naturally grown oranges, without fertilizer or artificial ripening, are full of orange fragrance.

"I got it." Ye Xunqing had an idea. "Ah Heng, have you ever eaten candied haws?"

"Ah?" Feng Jingheng thought this way of eating was a little weird. "Can you eat gourds with sugar? Will it taste terrible?"

"It's a snack made with hawthorn and sugar," Ye Xunqing said. "Put the hawthorns on bamboo sticks and coat them with syrup. It's sour inside and sweet outside, and it's very delicious."

Feng Jingheng had never eaten it. "No, there is no hawthorn here."

Ye Xunqing touched his chin and said, "Then let's pick some oranges and take them back to make candied haws."

Feng Jingheng didn't want to eat this thing, but Ye Xunqing seemed to like it very much, so he had no choice but to accompany Ye Xunqing to pick sour oranges, and even took off his cotton jacket to pocket the oranges.

Ye Xunbai and his friends failed to catch up with the rabbit, so they had to turn back to find Ye Xunqing and his friends. Seeing that Ye Xunqing had picked so many sour oranges, Ye Xunbai was very confused.

"Oranges, I love them." After seeing this, Xie Zhiyan immediately picked up the biggest one.

"Sour." Feng Jingheng said only one word.

"It's not sour, I've eaten it before." Xie Zhiyan didn't believe it, and peeled the orange to give half to Ye Xunbai, "Xiaobai, eat oranges, they are delicious."

Ye Xunbai had only eaten sour oranges before, so he advised, "Don't eat it, Brother Zhizhi. This orange is very sour."

"How is that possible? I just...hiss..." Xie Zhiyan threw the orange into his mouth and was shocked by its sour taste. "It's sourer than the ones I've tasted. Pah, pah, pah, what kind of orange is this?"

"Sour orange." Ye Xunqing rolled his eyes and said, "I told you it was sour."

Xie Zhiyan's facial features were distorted. "Why did you pick so many sour oranges? Are you trying to kill me with the sour oranges?"

"Haha." Ye Xunqing sneered: "You think too much."

Xie Zhiyan didn't want to look at the oranges anymore. "Throw them away! Throw them away! My teeth hurt just looking at them."

Ye Xunqing refused, "No, I have to take these oranges back to make something delicious."

"What delicious food can be made from such sour oranges?" Xie Zhiyan didn't believe it.

Ye Xunqing didn't want to tell him, "Keep it a secret."

In the end, Ye Xunqing took the sour oranges home. Except for himself, no one knew what delicious food these things could be made into.

The acidity of this orange is not even as high as that of hawthorn. Hawthorn can be made into candied haws, so why can't oranges?

Ye Xunqing instructed them to peel the oranges and cleanly peel off the veins. The oranges must not be broken, otherwise they would easily crack when coated with syrup.

Xie Zhiyan was distracted while working. He peeled oranges for a while, and then ran to the kitchen to see what Ye Xunqing was doing.

"Are you making sugar?" Xie Zhiyan smelled the sugar. "What are you making?"

"I'm going to make syrup to coat the oranges." Ye Xunqing began to prepare the syrup and also prepared a few clean baking trays to place the oranges on.

Because he was running out of time and had no time to prepare bamboo sticks, he could only coat the oranges with syrup and then put them on a baking tray. After they cooled, the syrup would solidify into a crispy and sweet sugar shell.

Making syrup is a delicate job. If you boil it for a longer time, the syrup will turn into caramel. If you boil it for a shorter time, the syrup will not turn into a sugar shell and will not stick to the oranges.

The syrup is ready only when it solidifies into a crispy shell when dropped into cold water. And the syrup can't be removed from the heat, or it will solidify. But it can't be left on the heat all the time, or it will caramelize.

In ancient times, making sugar for candied haws was a secret recipe that most people couldn't learn. But in the era of big data, there's nothing you can't learn, only things you don't want to learn.

The first batch of oranges is ready and just waiting for the syrup.

When the water in the pot is boiled away and the syrup starts to bubble, the sugar for the candied haws is almost ready.

Roll the oranges in the pot, then immediately take them out and place them on the baking tray, arranging them neatly one by one. After one tray is finished, move on to the next one.

The peeled oranges sat in the baking dish like little pumpkin lanterns, their surfaces drenched in syrup that quickly solidified.

Ye Xunqing tasted one first. The syrup was very sweet, but the sourness of the orange took away some of the sweetness, so the whole orange was sweet and sour. Moreover, the syrup was really delicious, crispy and not sticky to the teeth.

Xie Zhiyan knew from his expression that it was delicious, so he took one to try.

He likes to eat the crispy sugar shell on the outside. The orange is not that delicious, but it is also very good when mixed together. It is cool, sour and sweet, and it is indeed a taste he has never tasted before.

"Okay, okay." Xie Zhiyan praised: "I was right about you, what you made is delicious."

Ye Xunqing said: "Okay, now take the oranges out and eat them with everyone, but don't eat too much, or you'll get a stomachache."

Xie Zhiyan said, "I can eat a lot and I never get a stomachache." Then he secretly ate another one.

Ye Xunqing took a clean, dry bowl and picked out a few large ones to put the food in. He planned to give them to his aunt and grandmother.

In the house, the children were already waiting for Ye Xunqing's "Tanghulu". They wanted to see how Ye Xunqing turned oranges into gourds.

When the oranges were served, the children were a little disappointed because Ye Xunqing did not turn the oranges into gourds.

But soon, this disappointment was dispelled by the oranges with sugar shells.

Worried that Xiaomi was too young to eat cold oranges, Ye Xunqing specially prepared a lollipop for her. It was made with the last syrup, and the syrup was poured on thin bamboo sticks, which looked not much different from a lollipop.