A bunch of candied haws were placed in the snow outside. Chen Song used a vegetable shovel to shovel the upper layer of snow. The snow below was very clean and there was no pollution.

A layer of light yellow transparent syrup hung outside the red hawthorn. The syrup was scattered with light white melon seeds and wrapped in snowflakes, which looked more like a work of art than the snow sculptures they made before.

After seeing this, Wang Xiaohui stamped her feet repeatedly: "Oh, it's a pity that my grandfather is gone. Otherwise, if he would let him see the candied haws I made, he would be proud of me."

The remaining hawthorns were made of candied haws, as well as sugar blueberries, sugar strawberries, sugar pears, sugar apples, sugar tomatoes, etc. The old man used too much syrup, so he went to the supermarket again and simply bought the syrup from the small town supermarket.

There are many people and the power is great. There are more than 200 candied haws made by everyone, which is enough to go out for a business.

Chen Song really wanted to make a hawk, which was the stick used by the vendors to insert candied haws. Unfortunately, the materials needed by that thing were hard to find in the manor, so he had to give up.

After the candied haws were cold, he picked one and tasted them.

After entering the mouth, it first felt a little cold. It was the feeling of snowflakes, and then the sweet candy smell. Chen Song bit the hawthorn, and a crisp sound came into his mouth.

The taste is rich now, with the aroma of melon seeds, the sweetness of syrup, the sourness of hawthorn and the glutinous sweetness of bean paste, which has a full layered texture.

"It's delicious." Angelina smiled happily.

Du Yihan was busy taking photos, taking pictures of candied haws for himself, scissors hands, scissors legs, frontal photos, sideways, and backs. Chen Song was dazzled.

She also wanted to take photos with her pet, but Brother Bai was unwilling to take photos with others, so Du Yihan used the candied haws to seduce it.

Brother Bai grinned after seeing the hawthorn on the candied haws. The fat bear's face was full of contempt: Use this thing to fool me? Do you really think I'm stupid, right? This is too insulting the bear's IQ.

Chen Song saw that it was just right if he didn't eat it, and Brother Bai didn't avoid eating anything. He ate everything, he ate meat, food, people ate it, dogs ate it, and sometimes he ate cattle, sheep, and pig feed when he had nothing to do, which led to the starch content in his body exceeding the standard, protein, fat, and carbohydrate, and so on. None of them was normal.

They can't eat so many sugar haws. Icelanders pay great attention to healthy diet. There are standards for how much protein and carbohydrates they consume every day.

The sugary haws are too sugary, so you can’t eat at most two pieces of food for one person.

The rest of Chen Song was wrapped in oil paper and took him away. He went to find his little apprentice. This was something to coax the child, and the child would like it.

It's still during the holidays, Chen Song went to the church to look for the teenager but couldn't find it. He gave two pastors one by one. Pastor Alex was curious: "What is this?"

Chen Song smiled and said, "Our traditional Chinese snacks are eaten this season."

"Don't you like to eat hot pot this season?" the pastor asked curiously.

Chen Song said: "Do you still know hot pot? It's not bad."

Pastor Alex laughed immediately: "Did you mock me? I read a lot and know a lot about the dietary traditions of various countries."

Chen Song waved his hand and said, "Of course not, what about Clay? I think he would like to eat this."

The pastor said, "He is doing homework at the police station."

Chen Song drove to the police station and saw a room full of children in the interrogation room.

This is the study room of primary school students in the town. For this reason, the police station specially replaced the ceiling light with softer light instead of retaining the strong light used for interrogation.

Anyway, they can't use that thing.

As soon as he opened the door, more than a dozen heads raised.

Chen Song couldn't just eat the candied haws for Clay himself, he gave him one.

A blond child tilted his head and asked, "What is this?"

Before Chen Song could speak, Clay scared the child and said, "This is the heart of the fried mouse. Look at the thing inside, it is the heart of the mouse."

Several children almost threw the candied haws, and Clay quickly said, "Don't throw them, don't throw them, you guys, I'm going to eat them. You know, I've been learning magic recently, and the magician has to eat animal hearts."

Another girl said in horror: "You are not a magician, Harry Potter is a magician, Hermione is also a magician. You are not, you are a wizard, and only a wizard can eat the heart."

Clay sucked a hawthorn into his mouth and ate it with relish: "Anyway, you have to be afraid of me, otherwise I will put the mouse heart under your pillow."

Several children were surprised and suspicious. They were still stupid children just in elementary school.

But there was a child with big ears not afraid. He was the first to eat candied haws, and he ate them. After eating, he went to Clay to grab them: "I am also a wizard, hurry up, give it to me, I want it."

Chen Song wrote down this sentence, and after removing the remaining sentence, he could advertise to Viagra Company.

He could not let Clay damage the reputation of candied haws, so he taught the teenagers a Chinese dietary culture class and introduced the candied haws to them.

Someone was still scared by Clay, and after hearing Chen Song's words, he was skeptical: "Can this really be eaten?"

Clay said impatiently: "Idiot, of course I can eat it. Teacher Vince gives me all the good things."

The teenagers took a bite carefully and tasted it. Sure enough, the sour, sweet, cold and soft taste was the most suitable for children. The group of people immediately started to eat happily.

Clay looked regretful: "I could have eaten ten."

Chen Song said: "I like to eat, come to the teacher to learn Chinese that night, and I will be fine for you to eat at that time."

After saying that, he waved his hand and said, "Goodbye, gentlemen and ladies, you can continue to study. I am leaving and can't disturb you anymore."

The big-eared boy hurriedly said, "We welcome you to disturb me, don't leave, continue to tell us the story of food, which is the story of the emperor treating the princess."

"Idiot, what's upset? Teacher Vince is increasing our experience. Teacher Vince, don't leave." Clay came up and reached out to hold him. The others nodded, like a group of chickens pecking at rice.

Chen Song asked with a smile: "Is that true?"

"Yeah, yeah." The little chickens pecked at rice crazily.

Chen Song cruelly opened Clay's hand and said, "A childhood without homework is incomplete. In order to give you a complete childhood, I'd better leave."

Just as he closed the door, a scream rang out from the interrogation room.

"Luckily there are no journalists here, otherwise I would have thought we were abused by prisoners." Peterlik teased.

The police were not at work today, and the sheriff came to work. He was the only one in the office, which was very boring, so he refused to let him go when he saw Chen Song coming.

Chen Song gave him a candied haw. Peterlik smacked his lips and said, "It tastes good, but I think it's less."

"What's missing?" Chen Song wondered if this guy could give useful suggestions?
Chapter completed!