Upon hearing this, Ye Qingliu paused in his pancake-wrapping movements almost imperceptibly.
He didn't look up, but his gray-blue eyes moved slightly behind the lenses. His gaze swept across the row of "works" in front of him, and then quickly glanced at the slightly irregularly shaped cake doughs in front of Grandpa Li.
An extremely subtle, almost imperceptible arc appeared for a very brief moment on the edge of his tightly pursed thin lips, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.
Then he lowered his head again and picked up the next piece of leather with greater concentration, as if the slight emotional fluctuation just now had never happened.
The oil pan sizzled on the stove, and the golden rapeseed oil rolled up small bubbles, emitting an enticing aroma.
Sun Guixiang carefully brought the glutinous rice cake dough wrapped in the main room.
"Little boy, stand away and be careful of the oil droplets from splashing!" Sun Guixiang reminded him worriedly as she slid a few dough balls into the boiling oil pan.
Ye Qingliu took a step back as he was told, but did not leave.
He stood at a safe distance, his gray-blue eyes focused on observing the changes happening in the frying pan through the lenses.
As the white dough dips into the hot oil, it is immediately embraced by the swirling golden waves of oil. Fine bubbles of oil happily surround it, making a wonderful sizzling sound.
The surface of the cake undergoes a magical transformation at a speed visible to the naked eye - from soft white, it quickly turns into an attractive light golden color, then deepens into a uniform caramel gold like autumn leaves, and even a layer of fine, lovely, crispy golden brown bubbles appears on the edge.
The rich aroma of burnt glutinous rice mixed with the sweet scent of red beans rose and spread in the small kitchen like an explosion.
"Flip! Flip!" Sun Guixiang carefully turned the pancake over with a long bamboo chopstick. The other side touched the hot oil, and instantly the same golden variation played.
When both sides were fried to an attractive golden color and the pancake was slightly puffed up, Sun Guixiang picked it up with chopsticks, drained the oil, and placed it on a plate lined with oil-absorbing paper.
The first freshly baked red bean glutinous rice cake, with its scalding temperature and deadly aroma, lay quietly on the white porcelain plate. Its golden surface was shiny and attractive, its edges were crispy and bubbly, and it emitted visible heat.
Sun Guixiang picked it up, blew on it, and then, very naturally, turned around and handed it to Ye Qingliu.
"Come on, little boy! Try it! Be careful, it's hot!" Her cloudy eyes sparkled, filled with complete trust and expectation, as if this first finished product should naturally be tasted and identified by him.
Under Sun Guixiang's expectant gaze, he slowly stretched out his hand.
The burning temperature from his fingertips made him subconsciously want to let go, but he held back and just slightly adjusted the position of his fingers.
Then he lowered his head and took a small bite of the golden and tempting cake carefully and tentatively.
“Crack—”
An extremely slight, yet unusually clear, crisp sound rang out in the silent kitchen.
This feeling is a hundred times more complex, three-dimensional and intense than simple red bean paste filling.
Ye Qingliu paused in chewing.
He opened his eyes slightly, and the golden round cake with a small piece missing from it in his hand was clearly reflected in his gray-blue pupils.
There was astonishment and shock in his eyes, as well as a sense of bewilderment as if he was completely conquered by this primitive, rough, yet soul-stirring torrent of taste.
He forgot to analyze the ingredients, forgot to calculate the calories, and forgot all cold logic.
At this moment, all my senses were occupied by this small piece of cake.
Ye Qingliu subconsciously took another small bite. This time, his movements were no longer so cautious, but rather a little anxious to confirm.
Sun Guixiang watched him eat the cake silently and in small bites, and looked at the tip of his nose which was slightly red from the heat.
She watched as the ice in his gray-blue eyes seemed to melt quietly at the scalding sweetness, and warm water instantly welled up in his cloudy eyes.
She didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded vigorously, as if she had received the most precious feedback in the world.
"How is it, kids? Is it delicious?" The fat aunt's loud voice came from the main room, with uncontrollable curiosity.
Ye Qingliu swallowed the food in his mouth and raised his head.
His gaze swept across Sun Guixiang's smiling eyes filled with tears, and then looked at the old people who were peeking out of the main hall door with expectant looks on their faces.
His thin lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
In the end, he didn't offer any comment, but simply nodded slightly, yet clearly.
Then, under the surprised gazes of Sun Guixiang and all the elderly people, he made an unexpected move -
He took the steaming red bean glutinous rice cake that he had taken two bites of and turned to walk to the stove.
He picked up the spatula and, imitating what Grandma Sun had done just now, carefully slid the next white dough into the pot where golden oil was rolling.
Sizzle——!
That beautiful voice rang out again.
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