There were quite a few of Gu Zhi’s fans in the livestream, and they were instantly unhappy.
[? How can anyone criticize this? Half of these dates were picked by Gu Zhi and Han Liheng. What’s wrong with her taking a break?]
[So certain sister keeps losing individual gas, but when it cos to working together, she starts showing off her acting skills. Truly impressive.]
[Feeling sorry, Sister Yi’s injury is so severe, if she doesn’t go to the hospital soon, it might heal on its own.]
The fans, targeted by these sarcastic comnts: "..."
Those annoying dead cicadas!
On the other side, the parents also began their syrup-making process.
For the sake of fairness, when the villagers taught them how to make the syrup, Mr. Qin and Mrs. Qin avoided watching.
After all, they had been away from their hotown for over a decade and could only rely on the recipe in their mory to make the syrup.
The steps to make syrup weren’t many; they just had to rember the proportions.
After the villagers demonstrated once, the parents started getting to work.
The comnts section also seriously noted down the proportions.
[Use 70% of the weight of the green dates in white sugar. A pot can cook about 30kg of green dates, requiring around 21kg of sugar and 4.5kg of water. Simr the syrup on low heat first. Once the sugar has completely dissolved, switch to high heat and stir in the dates quickly to fully integrate them into the syrup.]
[I’ve recorded it and saved it in my collection to gather dust!]
[My eyes have learned it; my hands have failed it.]
Several of the parents were also intently trying to rember these key numbers.
But when it was ti to take action, their minds went blank.
Mrs. Jiang: "What was the water ratio again?"
Father Jiang: "70%?"
Mrs. Jiang: "...That’s the sugar’s."
[Hahaha Mrs. Jiang and Father Jiang are acting like , cracking up.]
The other parents were also bewildered. As Mrs. Han was adjusting the proportions, Father Han was next to her starting the fire.
The show had provided them with an iron pot and firewood, but unfortunately, Father Han had never used it before, and despite fiddling with a lighter for a long ti, he couldn’t get it lit.
Mrs. Han glared at him in frustration, "You need to use newspaper or dry grass to start the fire. How can you be so clueless?"
"Oh, oh, oh." Father Han quickly responded, turning to ask the villagers for newspaper.
Elsewhere, Mr. Qi and Mrs. Qi also started. They tried using dry grass to ignite the fire but only created a lot of smoke and ended up choking themselves.
Mrs. Qi coughed several tis, her face looking displeased, "What’s wrong with you? How did you make so much smoke? Can’t you even handle this small task?"
"Sorry," Mr. Qi quickly apologized, glancing at her with a trace of panic on his face, "You take a rest; I’ll take care of this right away."
[Dying of laughter, I finally know whom Han Bao inherited his cluelessness from. Turns out he’s just like Uncle Han, can’t even start a fire, hahaha!]
[Why do Mr. and Mrs. Qi seem so odd? Mr. Qi looks like he’s really afraid of Mrs. Qi, being so timid.]
Mr. Gu and Mrs. Gu were confident in preparing the proportions but forgot the steps and directly poured the sugar into cold water.
They only realized when the syrup wouldn’t dissolve, but it was already too late.
They had just poured the sugar water into the already hot pot, and the bottom got burnt.
Mrs. Gu slled the burnt scent, quickly grabbed a spatula to stir, only to have splattered syrup land on her, prompting a frown of disdain, "What’s going on?"
Next to them, Sun’s father glanced over and kindly reminded, "You set the fire too high, and the sugar at the bottom got burnt."
Mrs. Gu’s expression soured further upon hearing this, their fire wasn’t small, "Why didn’t yours burn?"
"We haven’t added sugar yet, we’re boiling the water," Sun’s father said, "You need to heat the water first to properly dissolve the syrup, or else the bottom will easily burn."
"..." Mrs. Gu showed a hint of impatience in her eyes and didn’t want to talk anymore.
anwhile, Mrs. Han ca over, curious about the steady and practiced manner in which Sun’s father and Sun’s mother worked, "Do you know the syrup proportions?"
Sun’s mother: "No, we don’t."
"Then how do you..."
"Oh, we’re just trying it out slowly. They only ntioned it once; who can rember?"
Mrs. Han: "...Turns out no one rembered."
[Gu Dad and Gu Mom can’t do anything without the nanny, really a transformation show, while Sun Dad and Sun Mom aren’t flustered because of experience.]
[Wow, it still has to be Mr. Qin and Mrs. Qin, even after not doing it for more than ten years, they’re still so skilled.]
Only Mr. Qin and Mrs. Qin completed the proportions step by step and thodically, also successfully getting the fire going.
The other parents, seeing how quickly Mr. Qin and Mrs. Qin were working, were both surprised and even a bit admiring.
Mrs. Jiang watched eagerly and hesitated a mont before asking, "Should we go ask Sister Qin for advice? They surely know how to do it."
Mrs. Han hesitated upon hearing this, "This is a competition to see whose tastes better. Even if they know, they won’t tell us, right?"
"Not necessarily, Sister Qin and they aren’t like that, I’ll go ask."
Seeing this, Mrs. Han also quickly followed along.
Mr. Qin and Mrs. Qin had just about finished the syrup, gesturing for Gu Zhi to bring so chopped dates over.
Mrs. Jiang looked and didn’t hold back, directly asking, "Brother Qin, Sister Qin, do you still rember the syrup proportions? I’ve been adjusting it forever and still can’t get it right, it just doesn’t taste sweet enough."
But she didn’t dare to add randomly, as she heard even a slight deviation could affect the taste.
Mr. Qin smiled at her words, "There’s no specific proportion, we just add however."
"Ah?" Mrs. Han was puzzled, "Didn’t Sister-in-law Nie just ntion there was a proportion, and we spent ages trying to rember it, only to forget everything."
So, they were pranked by the show!?
"It’s not that there isn’t a proportion. When we used to make candied dates, it was just for the family, so there were no specific ratios, we’d just add stuff randomly," Mrs. Qin laughed and said. "It’s likely that once they started selling them, they established proportions. So we don’t know what those are. But if you’re unsure, we can co take a look."
Mrs. Han hesitated upon hearing this.
Mrs. Jiang felt like she’d found a lifeline, "Yes, yes, yes, just waiting for you to say that, otherwise by the ti you finish a pot, our syrup still wouldn’t be done."
"Alright." Mrs. Qin chuckled, glanced back at Mr. Qin and Gu Zhi, "You guys keep an eye on the fire, Zhi Zhi, stir the dates a few more tis with the spatula."
Gu Zhi nodded in acknowledgnt.
Mrs. Qin approached Mrs. Jiang’s workstation and took a glance, roughly estimating the amount without using a scale, "You need to add a bit more sugar, it’s too little."
Hearing this, Mrs. Jiang quickly added so, fully trusting her.
"Add a little more, about half a ladle," Mrs. Qin said, and Mrs. Jiang promptly scooped another half ladle in, Mrs. Qin tilted the bowl of sugar, saying, "That’s enough, enough. Just add water and boil it, but don’t turn up the heat too much. Stir it while it boils, and as soon as the sugar is completely dissolved, throw the dates in and stir-fry, then continue boiling."
As soon as she said it, it seed to remind Mrs. Jiang of the steps right away, and she nodded eagerly, "Okay, okay, okay, thanks to you. Otherwise, my pot would have been ruined."
"No worries, no worries, it’s a small matter," Mrs. Qin waved her hand, just as Mrs. Han called out to her.
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