"F * ck! Didn't he just say that he wanted to curry favor with the Kitchen God? Why did you dirty my mouth?! Are you being sarcastic?"
"666! Su Yun had just said that she wanted to please the Kitchen God, but now she had dirtied the portrait of the Kitchen God. This was basically an act that would cause her mother to be beaten up.”
"My mother hasn't hit me for three days. I want to be loved again and enjoy the happiness of my childhood.”
"It has to be Su Yun! Live! Let's give our brothers a big wave! Take revenge on the Kitchen God!"
"Support Su Yun! I'm not afraid of the Kitchen God's power!"
"It's over. Su Yun's mother will be angry..."
Looking at the portrait of the Kitchen God worshiped by Su Yun's family, which was covered in syrup, everyone thought that Su Yun's mother was going to be angry. However, what puzzled them was that Su Yun's mother did not seem to be angry at all.
Seeing this scene, the cameramen at the side were also stunned. He wasn't even getting beaten up? At the very least, he had to scold her! It was said that the people who worshipped the gods in their homes believed in these things the most.
Now that Su Yun had dirtied the portrait of the Kitchen God, wouldn't Mother Su be angry?
At the thought of this, a talkative photographer couldn't help but say,"Auntie! Su Yun had dirtied the portrait of the Kitchen God! Isn't he afraid that the Kitchen God will blame him?"
Hearing the photographer's words, Su Yun once again scratched her head speechlessly and explained to the crowd with a helpless expression,"Big brothers, you've guessed wrong. I didn't want to dirty the portrait of the Kitchen God just now, but to smear sugar on the Kitchen God's mouth!”
Candy? What did he mean? Wasn't this deliberately dirtying the portrait of the Kitchen God? The brothers looked at each other in confusion. Finally, they looked at Su Yun again, wanting a reasonable explanation.
Seeing his brothers 'expressions, Su Yun smiled helplessly and said,"
"This is a custom in our village. It has a meaning! There were two meanings to this. The first was to let the Kitchen God eat desserts and say more good things about our family.”
"The second one is to stick the Kitchen God's mouth shut. Look, this hawthorn is sweet and sticky. If we give it to the Kitchen God, he won't have any objections, right?! Once the Kitchen God ate it, he stuck his mouth shut. This way, he wouldn't be able to say anything bad about our family to the immortals in heaven!”
At this point, Su Yun even humorously mocked herself,
"For example, I'm scolded by so many people online every day. Don't tell the immortals in the sky about this embarrassing thing. After all, we can't throw our embarrassment to the sky, right?”
Hearing her son's words, Mother Su, who was standing at the side, suddenly patted Su Yun's head and pretended to be angry as she lectured,"Brat! Don't spout nonsense in front of the Kitchen God!"
After reprimanding her, Mother Su looked dissatisfied and looked at the cameramen who were busy filming.
Mother Su couldn't be blamed for being like this. She just felt too sorry for her son. His mother was worried. Ever since Su Yun entered the entertainment industry, Mother Su, who usually did not pay attention to entertainment news, had also started to pay attention to information on the Internet.
Mother Su was naturally aware of the defamation that the netizens had compiled in order to slander her son. After reading it, her heart ached. She knew her son's character very well. It was impossible for him to do the things that were said on the Internet.
As for Su Yun abusing her parents, that was even more ridiculous. However, in order not to let her child worry, Mother Su could only force herself to bear it and pretend not to know. She quietly wiped her tears behind her back.
After hearing Su Yun's words, Mother Su also vented the grievances in her heart. However, the kind-hearted her greatest dissatisfaction was limited to glaring at the photography brothers beside her.
After all, in Mother Su's opinion, these photography brothers were no different from those paparazzi. They were all bad people who used cameras to smear their sons every day.
The cameramen had traveled extensively for so many years, so they could roughly guess what was going on with Su Yun's mother's angry glare. However, it was not good to explain anything now, so they could only smile awkwardly.
"Bang!"
Just as everyone was deep in thought, a heavy object smashed onto the panel. When they looked up, they saw that Su Yun had already placed the syrup in the pot on the panel that had been prepared beforehand.
From the hot smoke coming out of the semi-solid syrup, one could tell that the temperature of the syrup was not low. When Mother Su saw this, she was worried that Su Yun would be scalded and said,"Su Yun, this syrup is too hot. I'm afraid you can't stand it. Why don't you ask your father to do it? His hands are full of calluses. He's not afraid of the heat…"
At this moment, Su Yun was already ready to start work. Seeing her mother stop her, she immediately said,"It's okay, Mom! Let me try!"
As she spoke, Su Yun stretched out her hands and dipped them in the cold water in the metal basin. When the cold water soaked her palms, Su Yun immediately reached out to grab the syrup on the chopping board without hesitation.
Just like that, Su Yun rubbed the syrup and immediately removed her palm. She entered the water again and reached for the syrup again.
After a few times, Su Yun felt that the temperature of the syrup was almost right. She could touch it directly with her hands. She began to stretch it back and forth on the dough table. The syrup also began to form a shape bit by bit.
The fans in the live broadcast room did not know what Su Yun was doing. The bullet screen kept asking questions, and even the popularity gradually returned to the number of people who killed the pigs during the day.
"What is Su Yun doing? Why did he always grab the syrup? Is there anyone who can explain?"
"Is Su Yun feeding the syrup water? You see, he first dipped his hands in water and then touched the syrup. I guess the syrup must be thirsty!”
"Haha! I'm dying of laughter, hahaha, the person above must be a fool! If the syrup was thirsty, wouldn't Su Yun feed it water with a cup? Did he have to use his hands? I seriously doubt if you are a primitive man!”
"Mommy! I think I saw Mr. Crouching Dragon and Mr. Phoenix Chick during the New Year!”
"Sir, you're a genius! He could be the prime minister of the six countries! Take charge of the seal!"
Behind the screen, the morning director was also observing Su Yun's operation at this time. He glanced at the assistant beside him." Previously, someone said that Su Yun called 120 when her hand was injured. I think it's fake.”
The assistant was puzzled. Why was he not looking at Su Yun? "What's wrong, Morning Director? Did you notice something?"”
The morning director pointed at Malt Candy on the screen and said,
"Do you know the temperature of freshly cooked hawthorn?”
"It's about 120 degrees. Even if you dip it in cold water to set it, it's still very hot. It's like touching boiling water with cold water.”
"Looking at Su Yun's actions, I can tell that he's an old hand at brewing hawthorn. That's why he's not afraid of his hands being scalded. How could he call 120 just because his skin was injured?”
While the assistant was still thinking about the reason, Su Yun made a new move in the live broadcast room.
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