Chapter 88

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Because there was still a lot of sugar juice left, he made many separate peach blossoms, facing sideways, facing directly, unopened, half-opened, and fully opened, so that the tourists in front of the screen could also enjoy a peach blossom. Beauty blooming in various forms.

"In the past, there were many poems related to peach blossoms. Peach blossoms remind the season, and peach blossoms describe women. The peach blossoms are beautiful, and the homes are suitable for homes. This is how the ancients described those girls who were loved and pursued and wanted to marry home. They are as beautiful as peach blossoms. Even after the flowering period, they will still bear abundant fruits. They have appearance and connotation. I like her from the bottom of my heart."

"There is also this song. Last year, today, in this door, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red..."

Qingchuan used a hoarse voice and a soft tone to describe a brief and romantic encounter. Outside the camera, many people were moved by this story.

[When I thought that there was such a romantic love story behind just a few words, I suddenly felt that it was a pity that I had not taken a serious course on ancient literature before. 】

[The ancients were so powerful. A few words could bring out a melancholy past, and a few words could describe the beauty of a woman to the extreme. Although their lives seem far away from us, they still feel intimate all of a sudden. Is this the charm of culture? 】

[Obviously we were very far away, but at this moment, I felt an indescribable emotion. I am also of Chinese Miao descent, but there is no ethnic distinction at all in my daily life. At this time, this feeling suddenly became very clear. My ancestors were like this, and I was a little proud. 】

[I hope the anchor can talk more and know more about the history behind the food. 】

"It seems that I accidentally said too much. If you are interested, you can pay more attention to ancient literature and ancient history. Now we return to the topic, and then these sugar paintings will be given as small gifts to those who have been here to support us from the beginning. My people. Now the yam paste is also steamed, only the last step remains."

Qingchuan divided the yam puree into two parts, kneaded them evenly with his hands, spread them flat, and compacted them with a bamboo board. Spread a layer of jujube paste in the middle of the two portions of yam paste, and then trim the edges.

[Oh my god, the yam cake pressed by the anchor is as smooth as if it were pressed by a machine, and the thickness on the four sides is exactly the same. What kind of technology is this? 】

[Nothing but familiarity with your hands. I answered for the anchor, thank you. 】

[Upstairs, I am showing off my ancient literary literacy again, which actually means 'practice makes perfect'. Yes, in fact, I am also a lover of ancient literature. 】

[Do you still have time to talk? I was so seduced by this fragrance that I couldn't help myself. I had just eaten. 】

[I hope the anchor can choose the highest bidder to get the model, my wallet is already thirsty. 】

[No, no, no, it must be the one with the quickest hands who has a pattern. Even if it's a bit more expensive, I'll admit it. 】

[It sounds like you can grab it in quick-finger mode. 】

[There is still a chance for the mobile speed mode, but the one with the highest price has no chance at all, okay? I hate you tycoons who disrupt the market the most. Do you know how miserable it is to be unable to afford a restaurant once a year? Do you know what it's like to eat only copy-pasted packaged food every day? 】

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