However, in the afternoon, he decided to do it one by one.

Think about it. Start with the simplest handmade chocolate.

So, after supper, when the kitchen was empty, he rolled up his sleeves to do a big job.

Fu Shiqin is sitting in the kitchen with Tian Tian in his arms, watching Fu Shiyi cut up the dark chocolate, put it into the pot and fry it, ready to melt it.

However, the more he fried, the drier he dried, and even gave out an unpleasant smell.

Madame Fu passed by and took a look. "What are you doing?"

"Mom, what kind of love chocolate is he going to make for Ding Dongdong?" Fu Shiqin said with a smile.

Although the three brothers had learned how to cook before, Fu Shiyi was the least practical. Today, I don't know how many years he hasn't cooked.

Mrs. Fu frowned and looked at the black things in the pot. "You make it, the dog won't eat it."

"Just fry them and pour them into the mould." Fu Shiyi turns off the fire. He doesn't know where he's going wrong.

"Stir fry directly. How about cooking?" Fu Shiqin hums and says, "heat up in the water, stupid."

Tian Tian listened to his words, and also learned a sentence with his milk.

“…… Stupid. "

Fu Shiyi stares at two people, washes the pot and cuts a pile of dark chocolate again.

Then, find a pot to boil the water, and prepare to heat it according to Fu Shiqin's method.

"Heat it to more than 50 degrees, take it down and mix it in one direction, cool it to about 27 degrees and heat it again, then it can be poured into the mold." Fu Shiqin looked at him pitifully and pointed out a few words.

Now it's a virtue to make chocolate. He's looking forward to the way he weaves scarves and Embroiders cross stitch.

Fu Shiyi poured the heated chocolate into the mould and carefully put it into the refrigerator in strict accordance with the standard he said.

Dark chocolate and white chocolate.

Then, the man stood by the refrigerator, waiting for the chocolate to solidify.

A man waited until his family slept, and finally waited until the chocolate formed. After checking, he carefully put it into the prepared gift box, ready to wait for other things to be done, and then gave it to Ding Dongdong.

Chocolate is made, but the next one is to weave a scarf, or embroider cross stitch, he tangled up.

It sounds like it's easier to knit a scarf.

So, after the last day's announcement, I went home and began to beat drums against a pile of wool.

However, after three days of weaving, Fu Shiqin didn't form a shape. Every day, Fu Shiqin watched his progress, laughing and his stomach ached.

"Are you sure you're knitting a scarf, not a rag?"

"Do you think it's easy? Try it?" Fu Shiyi said angrily.

Now that he's weaving, he wants to hang the wool for himself.

"I won't try, neither will I." Fu Shiqin gloated.

Fu Shiyi is too lazy to deal with him and continues to fight with a pile of wool.

"It's all like this. You're going to give it to Ding Dongdong. It's much better than that." Fu Shiqin said.

"Good or bad is my heart. He knows that my heart is enough." Fu Shiyi defended himself.

This will make him weave a decent scarf. I don't think he will be able to weave it next year.

So, just like a scarf.

He believes that Dong Dong will understand his intentions.

Before that, he would not do such a stupid thing.