The walnuts in the basket are clean, round, large and thin, and the kernels in them must be indispensable, and the crispy taste is even more delicious.

It is rare to see such a gratifying fruit, and Ren Yan's mind was all hooked.

Gu Tingwen stood under the window edge and wiped his glasses, probably because the little girl's eyes were too focused, the white handkerchief slipped through the glasses and couldn't move, he followed her line of sight-

Laugh at.

Everyone said that she was weird and full of money, but now she didn't look at it at all, and she was left stupid.

Ren Yan felt like a man's back, and his eyes reluctantly left the walnut and walked up-

The corners of Gu Tingwen's mouth were pursed into a thin line, he took the glasses back, stretched out his palm against the corner of the frame and stabilized it on the bridge of his nose, his face was solemn, but there was a kind of beauty that was flowing and expanding.

That delusion of extinction was reborn in this way.

Ren Yan was thinking wildly, and he didn't pay attention to how soon and late the master left.

Gu Tingwen tied his sleeves with a cuff, scooped a few scoops of cold water into the pot, and put the steamer with walnuts on it; When the fire came up, the cage was covered with white smoke that was washed away.

The rain was in full swing outside, crackling and smashing on the plantains, and the palm-wide green leaves swayed in the wind, hitting the window edge, and raindrops fell.

Gu Tingwen raised his hand to take the copper basin——

Half a basin of water was already filled in it, and Ren Yan was putting the scoop back in its place, she was tiptoeing, and the upper of her shoes was covered in the shadow of the leaves.

He asked, "Have you ever made amber peach kernels?" ”

The lid was lifted, and the mist was too great for him to hear her answer.

Or, she hadn't heard him ask at all.

The steamed walnuts are immersed in cold water, and tiny cracks quickly bloom on the folded skin.

No one spoke, but picked up walnuts one by one with both hands and broke them along the cracks, took out the whole kernels, and put them on a plate.

The water in the pot was rolling, and the peach kernels piled up into a small hill were poured into it and squeezed back and forth a few times, and then fished into the basket with a fence and drained.

Ren Yan handed over a bowl of water, which melted honey and powdered sugar, and the sweetness was not much different from what he usually used.

Gu Tingwen looked at her.

The Gu family had strict family rules, and both grandfather and father boasted of being feudal officials, and of course despised playthings and disillusioned hobbies, such as cooking.

In addition, Shi'an is not good at this, and no one can share his experience with him for more than ten years.

Being able to cook a good dish is just the joy he found behind his grandfather and father's back.

Nowadays, it's easy to have a like-minded person, just ......

"Seventh Master?"

Ren Yan asked, "Isn't this how you usually do it?" ”

"Well done."

Gu Tingwen poured the sugar water into the pot, boiled it, added the peach kernels, and waited for the peach kernels to soak in the sweetness before taking them out of the pot.

Ren Yan stood by the stove with his hands behind his back and looked around, his round eyes turned left and right, and he didn't know what the hell he was thinking, but he didn't forget to take the handle and handed him a bowl of oil.

"Sweet, walnut kernel ......"

The oil in the pot had just had time to emit a wisp of green smoke when she muttered this.

Gu Ting didn't squint when he heard this, and put the cold peach kernels into the oil pot.

The oil flowers suddenly jumped up happily, but they were less than one-twelfth of the smile on Ren Yan's face.

"Xie Qiye, I understand!"

Then she scraped all the way out, and when she arrived at the corridor, she intercepted a maid, and asked people for pen and paper in a hurry, and the corners of her mouth were almost to the root of her ears.

Got what?

And why thank him?

What was the expression on his face just now, relieved?

Gu Tingwen raised his eyebrows.

The walnuts ripen quickly, wrapped in amber syrup, and rest on a crystal plate, stubbornly topped with a layer of white sesame seeds.

The little girl on the porch was putting her elbows on the pillar and writing hard, when the rain swept in and wet her braids a little.

Gu Tingwen checked the chopsticks in his hand, and put them down again: "I don't taste it either." ”