The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Chapter 92: Chapter 92 Sugar-Fried Chestnuts

Tonight, Fu Yunhe wasn’t live streaming.

He had posted notices early in his own broadcasting room and Shutong’s little shop. @@novelbin@@

Many people eagerly awaited tomorrow’s arrival, anticipating Fu Yunhe’s “researching new products, paused for one day.”

At this moment, Fu Yunhe had already opened the fermenter; the mixture of glutinous rice and maltose had started to ooze out a lot of liquid.

Under Shutong’s oral guidance, he took a piece of cheesecloth and gradually squeezed out the water from the rice balls, obtaining a full basin of liquid.

After everything was squeezed out, Shutong was responsible for pouring the liquid into a large pot, while he handled the boiling over high heat.

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The two faced each other; Shutong watched with interest as Fu Yunhe continuously stirred the liquid at the bottom.

But what was incongruous was that his stunningly beautiful face, paired with his current actions, seemed somewhat eerie.

“When you lift the spatula and see a gummy, sticky liquid hanging in sheets, not falling off, it’s ready.”

Shutong wasn’t sure about the outcome either, as this was also her first attempt at making it, an exact replication from the book.

Fu Yunhe kept moving his arms until they were somewhat sore, grimacing and pushing himself, when the time finally arrived.

Turn off the heat, let it cool for a short while.

He could also catch his breath, take a break.

When a light brown, translucent, gel-like sugar syrup had formed, Shutong dipped a little with her chopsticks and extended them directly towards Fu Yunhe, her sparkling eyes clear and bright.

“Try it.”

Fu Yunhe, one hand still rubbing his arm, unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth slightly—not much—was this for testing poison or for taste testing?

Still, he cooperatively opened his mouth and took his first bite of the maltose.

Sweet, not cloying.

An indescribable, elusive fragrance spread through his mouth, flowing with the taste buds.

It was completely different from the rock sugar Fu Yunhe had tasted before.

“Very tasty.”

He looked across where Shutong was already holding another pair of chopsticks, dipping some maltose and consuming it.

Fu Yunhe felt that Shutong’s eyes brightened instantly, like the sunny sky after the rain.

For the first time, he felt that she seemed a tiny bit, really just a little bit of a little bit cute.

Too much wouldn’t suit Shutong’s combat power.

“It’s really not bad.” After tasting, Shutong put down her chopsticks and hurried to find Rubble, asking for the pot.

She was ready to try making sugar-fried chestnuts.

“Rubble! Rubble!”

Shutong’s somewhat anxious calls made Rubble cover his ears.

The sound was too loud, Shutong realized, and lowered her voice to speak to Rubble, “Rubble, is the pot I asked for ready?”

“Creak—squeak—squeak—”

Rubble’s long arms presented a large pot, words were unnecessary.

Shutong’s joy was written all over her face; as she squatted down, one hand gently patted Rubble’s head.

“Good boy!”

Shutong ran back holding the large pot.

Rubble tilted his head, one hand touching the spot Shutong had just patted, feeling a bit warm.

His hand then touched his own heart, just now it had skipped a beat, could he be ill?

Rubble began self-diagnosing, while Shutong had already returned to the kitchen with the large pot.

She connected the pot to the electricity, poured the pre-fried sand inside.

Fu Yunhe was very interested in watching Shutong work; everything was new and novel.

“We first fry the sand until it shines a bit, turn on the electricity, pour a little maltose syrup, which is just diluting maltose with water.”

“Look! If it’s shiny and black, then it’s ready, next we put in the peeled chestnuts and start frying.”

“When you feel the sand isn’t shiny anymore, keep adding maltose syrup, keep frying until the chestnuts change color.”

Next, Fu Yunhe took over and continued the process.

Luckily it was motorized tumbling, otherwise, if he had live streamed sugar-fried chestnuts, he would have been exhausted.

Shutong, on the other hand, had boiled some water, made three cups of maltose water, and naturally gave one cup to Fu Yunhe.

Then, she picked up her cup and called out to Ha Ha.

“Ha Ha! Come drink some sugar water!”