Sugar, tin can, toothpicks, fire... with these, you can certainly make sugar figurines.
Actually, calling them sugar figurines is just a matter of baking white sugar over a fire.
The little guy watched intently, his face full of anticipation.
Ye Wanying lit the candle, then placed a thin little iron pot over the fire to heat the bottom.
"Mom, how long will it take?"
"soon."
"How fast is 'very fast'?"
"That's right, it'll be ready when you can smell the aroma."
"Oh, okay."
The sheet metal conducts heat very quickly, and the sugar began to melt in no time, spreading a sweet aroma in the air.
"Mommy, the aroma is coming out!" the little one shouted excitedly.
Ye Wanying nodded: "Yes." At the same time, she used a toothpick to scrape around the golden-brown sugar syrup in the tin can, and then put out the fire.
"alright."
The little guy jumped up and ran over, asking, "Is it done? Is it really done?"
"Of course, when has Mom ever lied to you? Shall we find a spoon and scoop it out?"
I thought toothpicks would be enough, but obviously, that won't work.
We need to use something harder to pry it open.
"Okay, Grandma has some at her house. Tuanzi, go back and get it."
Let's go together.
......
In the courtyard, Mrs. Ye poured water for the old men from time to time, while Mr. Ye played a game of counting cards, a common rural game, with the two old men.
Despite being two highly respected gentlemen, both around eighty years old, they had never actually played with these kinds of things before.
After all, they all went to private schools when they were young, but when they grew up they all joined the army to fight. How could they have time to learn this kind of thing?
"Wait, it should be eleven o'clock now, I've messed up." Old Master Gu said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Old Master Ye, who was about to draw a new card, snorted.
"Old man Gu, you didn't know how to do this all along, did you?"
From the beginning until now, it's almost always this old man who's winning, and he claims it's his first time. Who would believe that?
"Oh ho, so you won't let others have good luck? You old man Ye, are you just a sore loser?"
"Who can't accept defeat? Let's continue, next round."
Father Ye was almost used to it; these two old leaders were just arguing for fun, and the people themselves never took it seriously.
Others, too, are constantly worried.
But after a few times, you get numb to it.
Let them argue; after all, they'll still have to keep going.
Ye Wanying returned holding her son's hand, and before she even entered, she heard the two old men arguing inside.
The little one spoke with a particularly earnest tone: "Ahem, Mom, Great-Grandpa and Great-Grandpa Ye are at it again!"
Look, even a little kid has gotten used to it.
"Pfft, so what good ideas do you have?"
The little guy shook his head: "How could I have thought of that? But Great-Grandpa and Great-Grandpa Ye weren't really arguing. Let's think about this when they really are arguing."
This little guy is incredibly clever.
"Alright, since you know that too, let's leave it for now. Come on, let's go check the kitchen."
"Uh-huh."
The mother and son went into the kitchen, where Ye's mother and biological mother were still tidying up.
"Why are you back? Didn't you say you were going out to play?" Ye's mother asked.
Upon hearing this, the little one stepped forward and spoke first: "Grandma, Grandma Zheng, we need to find a spoon. Mom made a sugar figurine for Tuanzi."
Sugar figurine?
Immediately, both Ye's mother and biological mother looked at what Ye Wanying was holding.
cough.
"It's the simplest way, just melt the sugar," he explained.
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