The heat of the sugar is very important, especially when the syrup is almost ready, and the subtle changes can make the difference between success and failure. When the syrup becomes viscous and golden in color, you can temporarily take the pot away from the stove, pick up the syrup with chopsticks or scoop it up with a spoon, and the chopsticks can pull out the sugar shreds or the syrup flowing down from the spoon to form the western line, when the syrup is basically fried, then you should put the wok back to the stove, quickly pour in the raw materials and stir-fry evenly.

Gene said with relief: "Alright, the last step is up to you." ”

Sikong Yao was ready to leave the moment before Jean finished processing the sugar shreds, took over the sugar shreds pot in Jean's hands in time, brought out a wisp of sugar shreds with a pair of chopsticks, and then danced quickly, the sugar shreds danced into a whirlpool in her hands, the burnt red syrup was constantly flipping, and under the combination of air, the sugar shreds gradually became transparent, and finally reached a bright state that was almost transparent like crystal.

When the time was ripe, Sikong Yao waved her right hand, and the sugar silk flowed along the chopsticks, gently hanging on the top of the puff tower, Sikong Yao waved the chopsticks in her hand, like a witch who was exercising control, and as if she was conducting the leader of the symphony, as she danced, the sugar silk hung on the puff tower one by one.

Just like a silkworm that wants to form a cocoon, little by little intertwined with a coat as thin as a cicada's wings, this is a process that is done in one go, and there is no room for mistakes and interruptions, and every time you wave the sugar silk, it will consume a lot of energy, not only to ensure the symmetry of the speed but also to control the strength, with Sikong Yao's current level to do this is really too reluctant.

Before the first layer of the half-puff tower was covered, Sikong Yao had already felt a strong sense of tiredness welling up from the bottom of his heart. The rate of physical exertion is too fast.

Sikong Yao moved half a step to the left and began to decorate the other side of the puff tower with sugar threads, but the high load of work overdrew her physical strength, and it was already necessary to rely on her will to maintain such a state, but when the sugar coating on the other side of the puff tower was also embellished, Sikong Yao's arm had already begun to protest, and she could even feel the trembling of her muscles, as if she was screaming in resistance.

However, this is only the first step, although the first layer of sugar coating has been completed, there is still a layer of sugar coating waiting for her in front of her.

Sikong Yao smiled bitterly. I didn't expect that pulling silk would consume so much physical strength. The unexpected thing really overwhelmed her, but when it came to this, she couldn't back down. Once the syrup has cooled down. Even if there is no sand return. Once the syrup has condensed, then the entire Puff Tower, that is, Sikong Yao and Jean's hard work until now, will be scrapped.

The second layer of icing cannot be decorated with a separate syrup. It must be consistent with the first layer of icing so as not to affect the taste and color, which is the most difficult part of dessert pulling.

Silk drawing and fondant are the advanced skills in dessert decoration, and it is indeed a little difficult to deal with this difficult decoration at the level of Sikong Yao, although it has been guided by Roman Monet, but this is not an overnight thing, and it cannot be easily mastered without a lot of time accumulation and precipitation.

Sikong Yao never thought that pulling silk would consume her physical strength so much, just one layer would almost drain her physical strength, according to her original estimate, at least after completing the polishing of the first layer of sugar coating, she could still leave about forty percent of her physical strength, but now she underestimated the difficulty of this skill.

The reason why the St. Yi Delu Cooking Academy has not been able to find a senior dessert technician, Sikong Yao finally realized that fondant and silk pulling themselves are not easy things to complete, and there are not many pastry chefs who can handle this skill well, let alone find someone who dares to pack a ticket to teach.

The choice that Sikong Yao is facing now is to give up this puff tower and start over, make a smaller puff tower, and retain his physical strength as much as possible when pulling the silk, while the second choice is to continue to persevere, and there is only one layer of sugar coating that is not enough to succeed.

Sikong Yao clenched her fists tightly, there was not much time left for her, if she did it all over again, she couldn't be sure if she would be able to recover her strength before then, start by whipping the cream and remake the puff tower, and she had to return to the Tuscan farm before tomorrow, so as not to miss the birthday party of Eric's owner's daughter, if she missed the assessment of the professional pastry chef this time, she didn't know what year and month she would have to wait for the next time.

There is a distinction between the qualification of a professional pastry chef in a Tuscan agriturismo and the achievement in your own country, and this distinction is a direct award from the International Association for the Study of Gastronomy and is much higher than the level of national certification.

Sikong Yao closed her eyes lightly and sighed slowly, there is only one chance, instead of starting over, it is better to fight against the water, she continued to wave the chopsticks in her hand, and the syrup flowed again.

Jean was taken aback by Sikong Yao's desperate decision, even if he didn't participate in this link, Jean, as a pastry chef, could know how difficult the skill of wire drawing was, he had already seen that Sikong Yao was already in a state of physical exhaustion, and such a rash move was too reckless.

Jean persuaded him: "Sikong Yao, wait a minute, your physical strength has bottomed out, right?" Don't push yourself, let's just do it all over again, there's still plenty of time. ”

Sikong Yao smiled lightly: "No, if you always hold this idea of doing it again or still having time, people will not grow, only by treating every day as the last day of their life and every opportunity as an unbeatable choice, can people's potential be stimulated, isn't it?" ”

In the face of difficulties, Sikong Yao resolutely chose to face the difficulties, every time she waved the chopsticks in her hand, it was a kind of torment for her, and the muscles of her arms began to work against her, as if the pain of being burned by flames began to spread.

Because of the strenuous exercise, there was not enough time to degrade the lactic acid accumulated in the muscles, and the end of continuing to maintain a high load of work was like this, Sikong Yao could even feel his arms trembling involuntarily.

It's not just the muscles that are working against her, even the consciousness is beginning to turn its back on itself, this body instinctively wants to avoid such a thing happening, and the human self-protection mechanism is restraining Sikong Yao's behavior.

Sikong Yao clenched his teeth and continued to wave, wisps of sugar coating gradually hung on the puff tower, and the two layers of sugar silk were superimposed together, staggered and reflected an extraordinary light, Sikong Yao saw a glimmer of hope, and wanted to hold it tightly.

However, Sikong Yao's movements had begun to become slow and weak, and his physical strength had been completely drained, and it was already very difficult to just maintain the swing of his arms, let alone pull the syrup into silk.

Sikong Yao's consciousness fell into a state of confusion, and for a moment her eyes lit up, as if she felt a fiery light beating in front of her, and she saw a flame that wanted to devour hope burn on her arm.

The muscles were overloaded, the boiling lactic acid roared at her to stop, and the uncontrollable consciousness kept begging her to stop.

Sikong Yao knew that pain was an unpleasant feeling and emotional experience associated with actual or potential tissue damage, and that all pain could be attributed to the fact that pain receptors began to signal when the temperature reached a certain level, and pain sensation was generated.

Like the sensation of touch and temperature, pain sensation is also generated by the human nerve after receiving stimulation and transmitting signals to the corresponding center in the brain, when the pain stimulus is transmitted to the spinal cord, it not only stimulates the corresponding neurons, but also activates the neurons of several spinal cords adjacent to it. Because each section of the spinal cord is in charge of the sensation of a certain part of the body, when the cerebral cortex receives the signal from the spinal cord, it may also activate the neurons of the adjacent spinal cord.

The flames burned above his arm, and his consciousness began to gradually become blurred, and Sikong Yao had forgotten how many times he had waved his arm, whether it was a long and painful dozens of times, or just a time accompanied by severe pain?

Sikong Yao couldn't feel it anymore, the pain from the muscles of her arm paralyzed her thoughts, she felt that she had become a withered lamp that was about to burn out, there was no longer any physical strength that could be penetrated, the fuel was exhausted, and the wick would eventually lose the source of burning.

However, even in such a state, the only thing Sikong Yao can affirm is that she has not stopped, obviously and has reached the limit, why can she still hold on, Sikong Yao is not clear, but what she can really feel is her will not to give up, she waved her arm again.

Sikong Yao didn't know how many times he had waved before, and he didn't need to know, whether it was one or the hundredth time, Sikong Yao only knew that this time was the signal of victory.

Now that you have reached the limit, it is natural to give up, this is common sense, the track of the 100-meter sprint, after resisting the finish line, you should stop, there is no mistake.

However, how can people grow if they are always stagnant when they are pushing the boundaries of their limits? What really stops runners is the choice they make, not the signal sent by the boundary of the limit, if they follow the request of the heart, then they should continue to run, even if they resist the finish line, inertia will push people to continue to run. (To be continued......)