Yang Donghu asked in confusion: "Why?"
Zhao Fangchu couldn't hide the regret on his face, and complained to him, "I've had a toothache these past couple of days, and I can't eat anything even slightly hard. I love candied haws the most, they're sour and sweet, and I'm dying of cravings after not having them in so long. Brother Chuan finally brought back some hawthorns, but I couldn't eat them."
He is handsome, and even when he complains, he doesn't seem annoying. Instead, he looks cute.
Yang Donghu was reminded by him.
Children love snacks the most. Children aged six or seven are in the process of changing their teeth and cannot eat anything too hard.
He remembered the snowball hawthorns he had eaten before. They were coated with a layer of snow-white icing and tasted sour and sweet. Unlike the candied haws, they did not have a hard shell. Even people with bad teeth could eat them, so they were definitely more popular.
Moreover, every household has seen candied haws, and they are not a new delicacy. If you want to sell them, naturally those that have never been seen before are more attractive.
So he said to Zhao Fangchu, "I know there's a kind of sugar-coated hawthorn. It's coated with a layer of sugar icing that looks like snow. It's not hard to eat and tastes better than candied haws."
Zhao Fangchu listened carefully to Yang Donghu's description of the snowball hawthorn and was immediately attracted. He immediately took out some hawthorn for Yang Donghu to try.
The two of them poured the washed hawthorns into a winnowing basket, waited for the water to dry, and then returned to the front yard to say something to Zhu Cuilan.
Zhu Cuilan had never seen snowflakes growing on hawthorns before, and she was incredibly curious: "Where can I get snow in the middle of summer? Besides, wouldn't it melt in the sun?"
Zhao Luochuan had never seen it before, and had the same question as Zhu Cuilan.
Yang Donghu looked at Zhao Luochuan and smiled, dimples on his cheeks faintly visible. He then explained to Zhu Cuilan, "Aunt, the snow outside the hawthorn trees is also made of sugar, so it won't melt."
Zhao Fangchu couldn't wait any longer. He went into the house, brought out the sugar jar, and pushed Yang Donghu into the kitchen. "Hurry up, stop chatting. Wait until we finish making it and you'll know what's going on."
The two of them went into the kitchen. Zhao Fangchu didn't know how to cook, so he just helped out by making the fire.
Yang Donghu poured half a pound of sugar and half a pound of water into the pot. He leaned over to Zhao Fangchu, who was stoking the fire, and reminded him, "Don't use too high a heat, or the sugar will taste bitter."
Zhao Fangchu sighed, took out a few pieces of firewood from under the pot, and stood up to see what was happening in the pot.
Yang Donghu kept stirring with his hands until the sugar in the pot turned into a date red color and small bubbles kept bubbling out, then he asked Zhao Fangchu to turn off all the heat.
Keep stirring with the spatula in your hand. When the syrup cools down and the small bubbles on the surface disappear, you can pour the hawthorn in and stir.
Stir until frosting forms and each red hawthorn is covered with white frosting, and the snowball hawthorn is ready.
Yang Donghu poured the hawthorns into the plate. The round little balls were white with red and looked delicious.
Zhao Fangchu couldn't help it, picked up one and put it in his mouth.
outside the house.
When Zhu Cuilan saw Yang Donghu enter the kitchen, she glanced at Zhao Luochuan and lowered her head to continue washing the clothes in her hands.
Zhao Luochuan stared towards the kitchen, not knowing what he was thinking.
Zhu Cuilan coughed to bring him back to his senses: "How do you feel about him after spending time with him?"
Zhao Luochuan poured out the dirty water she had used to wash clothes and replaced it with a basin of clean water: "Auntie, I could actually feel yesterday that Dong Hu was different from the Yang family, otherwise I wouldn't have agreed to bring him back."
"Yes, Dong Hu doesn't seem like a meddlesome person. Old Madam Yang also said that Dong Hu grew up with her. I think she is right."
Zhu Cuilan was afraid that he might have some grudges because of Dong Hu's status, so she thought for a moment and said, "I've also met Miss Chun Xue. Although she's beautiful, her personality is very much like her mother's. She might not be as easy to get along with as Dong Hu."
"I know everything, auntie, don't worry." Zhao Luochuan understood that Zhu Cuilan really treated him as a child, which was why she said these words to him.
Zhu Cuilan had watched him grow up little by little, and she had many plans for him in her heart: "I think that child seems to be a little afraid of you. Don't be angry. It's normal to not know how to get along with others after being treated like that. When you two have a mutual understanding in the future, I will also give you a good wedding, and we can have a lively time."
Zhao Luochuan nodded. They would have plenty of time to spend together in the future, so there was no need to rush.
In the kitchen, Zhao Fangchu couldn't help but take a bite and cried out in surprise. He said to Yang Donghu, "Brother Dong, you are amazing. This is so delicious."
Yang Donghu brought out the plate and wanted Zhao Luochuan and Zhu Cuilan to try it as well.
Zhao Luochuan looked at the snow-white balls on the plate, picked up one and put it in his mouth. The icing on the outside melted in his mouth, blending perfectly with the sourness of the hawthorn. Even if he ate a few more, he wouldn't feel too sweet.
Zhu Cuilan wiped her hands, pinched one and tasted it. It tasted very delicious. She couldn't help but look at Yang Donghu with approval. She didn't expect that he had such a clever mind.
Seeing that the two of them were just busy eating and not talking, Zhao Fangchu poked his mother's arm and said, "Mom, how are you?"
"It tastes good and looks great too. Where did you learn such a good cooking skill?" Zhu Cuilan was very surprised. Although Donghu Man looked a little dull, she didn't expect that he was a man with ideas.
Yang Donghu certainly couldn't tell the truth, so he made up an excuse and said vaguely, "I heard it from my grandma. I haven't had the chance to try it before. This is my first time."
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