The flavor of the fruit had been perfectly brought out by the outer layer of syrup—sweet but not cloying, the two complementing each other perfectly. The temperature was just right as well.
It carried the charm of Jiangnan's water towns, gentle and graceful, seeping into his heart without him noticing and leaving Luo Chuan pleasantly astonished.
After swallowing the food in his mouth, a faint fruity fragrance still lingered between his lips and teeth, and he could not help wanting another bite.
"Delicious." Luo Chuan nodded, his words full of certainty.
When it came to food, he had always followed his heart. Delicious was delicious; there was no such thing as deliberate praise.
"Boss, don't be fooled by how simple this dish looks. It's just fruit coated in syrup, but it's actually really troublesome to make."
Yao Ziyue also picked up a piece of fruit and put it into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed up, and her words were somewhat muffled because she was eating.
"I know." Luo Chuan understood the process of making candied pulled fruit. The hardest part was boiling the syrup.
If the temperature was too high, the syrup would darken and fail to achieve that jade-like, crystal-clear effect. If the temperature was too low, it would not draw into threads, making the dish unworthy of its name.
Only by controlling it at the proper temperature, then adding evenly cut pieces of fruit and coating them completely in syrup within a short time, could the current result be achieved.
Yao Ziyan smiled. "It isn't much trouble for me. As long as you like it, Boss."
Yao Ziyue silently shoveled rice into her mouth. She had already become an emotionless eating machine and did not involve herself in their conversation at all.
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