The temperature of the earthen stove was difficult to control, so Jiang Yanxu just put in some split twigs to keep the flames going.
After simmering for ten minutes, when the flesh can be hung on the spatula in an inverted triangle shape, you can take it out and shape it.
He scooped out half the pot, put it into a square lunch box, scraped the surface smooth, closed the lid and took it to the stream to cool.
Continue to simmer the rest. After about five minutes, the pulp has become quite thick, and a large lump will not fall off when hanging on the spatula.
He took out the wax paper he brought, scraped off a thin layer, and spread out several sheets in a row like pancakes. Then he placed them in a ventilated place to dry. After they were completely dry, he rolled them up and they became homemade fruit leather.
The temperature in the mountains is low, cooler than living in the city, and you don’t feel hot at noon because of the shade of the trees.
While waiting for the hawthorn cake to take shape, He Ruixue put her feet in the stream and played in the water.
Jiang Yanxu sat next to her, splitting bamboo strips and weaving bamboo boxes and baskets. Bamboo had many thorns and he didn't wear gloves, so small wounds were inevitable on his hands during the process.
Just like cracks appearing on white porcelain, people subconsciously feel sorry for it.
She didn't stop him or pick it up out of concern to help him apply medicine. There was really no need to do that.
Nowadays, people don’t pay much attention to maintenance. The hands of working people are the most beautiful.
Jiang Yanxu is neither fat nor thin, but because he is tall, he looks very big when sitting on the bench.
He Ruixue put her feet on the middle of the smooth big rock, tilted her head back, and leaned on his back, "Little Taoist, I have been very happy these past two days. How about we retire to the mountains when we are old?"
"We don't have to wait until we're old, if you're willing, we can quit our jobs and come here now.
We can grow our own food and clothing without spending too much money, and our savings are more than enough.”
"No, I still want to be a high-ranking official."
"Really? You're quite ambitious. Would you like me to calculate your career prospects? I'd also like to see if there are any noble people who will help you, and when they'll appear?"
"Forget it, what's the point of living a life when you know the ending in advance?"
Making mistakes is an inevitable part of growth. It is far better to remember a truth after you fall than to hear it repeated a thousand times.
If she had been smooth sailing all the time and missed the opportunity to hone herself, she would be completely defeated and unable to fight back when she encountered greater hardships in the future.
It's fun to use a mod, but it will greatly shorten the life of the game.
But then again, some games don't require modifiers, which consumes the player's lifespan.
Games are different from reality, which is in endless change. Once some people's ideas change, it will lead to completely opposite results.
In He Ruixue's eyes, fortune-telling is equivalent to a large computer running a program. You input parameters and get the results.
It’s just that the formulas in the program are constantly changing, and the same set of data has countless results. With human computing power, we can only calculate one or two of them.
At the same time, it is a bit like Schrödinger's cat. At the moment of calculation, fate has actually changed, and an accurate result will never be obtained.
After hearing her opinions on fortune-telling, Jiang Yanxu fell silent.
How should I put it? It was so trendy that even he, an international student, was a little surprised.
However, he did find it quite novel and had its merits, so he couldn't help but look at her with admiration, "You even dabble in physics?"
"Didn't you say I have a wide range of knowledge? If you say I have a basic understanding, then of course I have to know a little bit about everything."
In her previous life, if her client was a middle-aged man, she would usually hear him speak at length at the dinner table.
He talks about the international situation, current affairs and policies, from the Big Bang to the chaos in the entertainment industry, and occasionally he will transform into an elder and give you a test.
When faced with this situation, unintelligent people will try hard to learn relevant knowledge, and then when asked questions, they will speak clearly and list a lot of relevant literature.
Smart people, on the other hand, don’t need to understand too much. They just need to show confusion and admiration at the right time.
They can have a great time by themselves and then happily finalize the cooperation.
He Ruixue was a stupid person in his early days, but after learning his lesson, he learned to become "smart".
They can even draw inferences from one example and find a few young girls who are stereotyped as having big breasts and no brains, and have them sit around in a circle at the dinner party to ensure that the client gets a speech experience comparable to that of being the center of attention.
Once the other party gets excited, they will be particularly happy to sign the cooperation agreement and may even take the initiative to make concessions.
Afterwards, she would give the girls a big red envelope.
Those people were also quite satisfied. They didn't have to sell meat or make any sales calls. They could make money just by pretending to be a fool and fooling people. They could never have too much of this kind of business.
Maybe she wanted to be respected by her clients when she first started out, but what happened later?
What a joke! Making money is never easy. She wants to earn other people's money and expect them to praise her knowledge in return. How can she be so idealistic? Is she just acting like a spiritual client?
How could he not know she was fooling around? But what he wanted was the feeling of being pampered and respected.
She lowered her status and the money she earned was the greatest recognition of her ability.
Jiang Yanxu thought over and over what she had just said, and realized that she knew more than he thought, and couldn't help but confide his unrealistic thoughts.
"I've wondered before, can my bad luck be quantified using data? Ordinary people will be affected by spending time with me. Is this cumulative?"
He wondered if he could figure out the algorithm and stay away from people around him when their misfortunes reached a critical point, would he be able to gain a short-term friendship?
But the truth is not that simple. Anyone who has any contact with him will experience a few days of bad luck, and there is no pattern to be found.
"At that time, I consulted professors of mathematics and physics. After hearing my request, they patiently and tactfully advised me to see a doctor. Later, I gave up."
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