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Although he has a god-level sugar art mastery.

But Dad wanted to pretend.

Of course, Qin Feng, who is a son, can't steal the show.

[Uncle Qin, come on!].

[Call Uncle Qin!].

[I'm really looking forward to the sugar melon made by Uncle Qin!].

In the midst of a rainbow fart.

Qin Dafu gradually lost himself.

A bucket full of syrup weighs almost eighty pounds.

Qin Feng wanted to help with the handle, and poured the syrup into the big iron pot on the stove with Qin Dafu.

The swollen Qin Dafu used his arm to block his son's outstretched hand: "Go to the side!".

"Just watch your dad perform!".

Helpless.

Qin Feng could only flash to the side.

"Hey!".

"Hah!".

Qin Dafu, who was full of posture, was angry and dantian, and he slammed into the horse step.

Lift the syrup bucket with both hands and lift the !! vigorously

Click!

There was a crunch.

It shook everyone's eardrums.

It looks particularly crisp and !! in the live broadcast screen

Look at Qin Dafu again.

An old face that was originally full of ambition.

Immediately it was extremely painful.

Qin Feng hurriedly went to take the syrup bucket in Qin Dafu's hand.

Li Lan, who was burning the fire in front of the stove, also got up in a hurry and supported Qin Dafu, who had flashed his old waist.

"Let you pretend to be big!".

"Okay, right? I flashed my waist !!

."

"It's almost the New Year, you're doing this whole thing, what's going on?".

Li Lan complained and was distressed.

The sensible Reba hurriedly brought a chair.

Let the humming Qin Dafu sit down.

From rhetoric to gibberish.

Qin Dafu only took less than ten seconds.

Even He Ling couldn't hold back a little, and burst out laughing!

"Qin Feng, audience friends, I'm sorry, I really can't help it. "

"Hurry up and let Uncle Qin rest and rest!".

[Hahahaha! I'm laughing to death!I still want to watch Uncle Qin's show operation, but I didn't expect to be directly ganked by the syrup bucket!].

[The first emperor is not half, and the middle way flashes his waist!].

Before the Chinese New Year, Uncle Qin contributed his old waist and taught everyone a vivid lesson!].

Daddy is down.

Now it can only be on top of Qin Feng.

Eighty pounds of syrup barrels.

Qin Feng picked it up with one hand and easily picked it up.

Bang la la blah!

Pour the yellowish syrup into the pan.

Li Lan began to burn the fire.

Qin Feng held the spatula and kept stirring it while explaining it to everyone.

"What's in the pot is the syrup of maltose. "

"When my grandfather was born, he even made his own maltose syrup!"

"The wheat that has not been hulled is soaked in water, and after malt grows, it is mixed with steamed rice and fermented for two or three days, and it becomes maltose syrup

!"

"Now in order to save trouble, I go directly to the big market to buy the syrup. "

"However, from boiling sugar to making sugar melons, you still have to do it yourself!"

"What do you say about that sentence, God says good things, and return to the palace to be auspicious!".

"The heart must be sincere! no matter how sweet the sugar is, the king of the stove will not say that your family is good, right?"

Between words.

The syrup in the large iron pot is catalyzed by high temperatures.

It gradually becomes viscous.

The resistance on the spatula is also getting bigger and bigger!!

The temperature of the cooktop, the heat of movement.

Qin Feng began to sweat violently.

Simply!

He took off his military coat and the autumn coat inside.

Holding a large shovel bare-chested, he began to stir !! violently

[Brother Feng's body, I really never get tired of looking at it!].

[The sluggish person is still envious of Brother Feng's figure, and the smart person has already done a fitness card!].

[I rely on Brother Feng's muscles are all drawn, is there any?].

[So muscle aesthetics is like this?].

[Brother is so handsome, I'm drooling!].

In the live broadcast screen, the impact of Qin Feng's muscles is already quite shocking!

People at the scene of Reba.

It's already !!

confused

Demons send gods.

With a slightly misty look in her eyes, she stretched out her index finger and poked Qin Feng's stretched pectoral muscles ······

"Qin Feng, you're so hard, !!

".

As soon as the words came out.

Reba, who realized that there was a problem, blushed and hurriedly added: "I mean your chest muscles are so hard!!

".

Guilty of guilt.

Qin Feng, who was serious on the surface, said, "Let's work!"

"Be serious!".

[Reba's eyes are about to be drawn... Envy Brother Feng pinch··· 】

[Envy Brother Feng? It's envy Reba, okay! Not only can you see it so closely, but you can also experience it hands-on!].

[Don't blame Reba, who can hold this?].

With the constant stirring of the spatula.

The syrup quickly turns into a semi-solid form of liquid sugar.

"It's almost time to boil sugar!".

"Next, hang this semi-solid lump of liquid sugar on the sugar hook and pull the sugar while the temperature is still there!".

"Let the air enter the sugar, forming dense little pores. "

"In this way, the final sugar melon tastes crispy and crunchy!"

Qin Feng's voice did not fall.

Li Lan brought over a basin of cold water.

"This lump of liquid sugar has to be one hundred and thirty-four degrees warm. "

"It's definitely not okay to touch it directly with your hands, so you have to dip it in cold water!".

"Then, when the sugar doesn't react, pick it up directly from the pot and hang it on the sugar hook!"

"Don't blink!".

"In the blink of an eye, you might miss my wonderful operation!".

Qin Feng, who put down the shovel, dipped his hands in the cold water and dipped !!

With lightning speed, the bell rings.

Scoop up a large mass of semi-solid liquid sugar from the large iron pot and !!

It is then hung on an aluminum sugar hook nailed to the kitchen wall !!

Next to the sugar hook, there is a statue of the god of the stove that has been posted for a whole year.

[Don't say that the sugar didn't react, I didn't even react!].

[It's really hot!Brother Feng's hands are steaming!].

[If this is a little slower, I'm afraid I'll be blistered all over my hands, right?]

The audience in the live broadcast room was still amazed by Qin Feng's hand speed.

Sugary kitchen overflowing.

Qin Feng's family of three, rapping and singing ballads that have been circulating in the tunzi for hundreds of years, began to pull sugar!