"Something was a small accident... I was waiting for my son and the others to pick me up, but I waited left and right, but I didn't see them coming... My phone was out of battery yet..." The old man lay on it, poked his little head out, very confused and at a loss. "Can you lend me my phone to make a call? Let me see when my son will come..."

"...Old grandma, I'm sorry. My phone is out of battery either." Fang Ming was full of apology and bowed slightly. "I'll go and borrow a cell phone from someone else!"

“Oh… OK, OK.”

The old man retracted his head again. This young man looked quite honest, but he was a little stupid. Let's rate it seven points first.

"...Oh, oh, when will you pick me up...what? Where am I? I'm at the original intersection...ah, I don't have time..."

Ten minutes later, Fang Ming borrowed a passerby's cell phone and carried the old man off the pile of materials. The old man stammered and called, and after a while, hesitated for a while, he hung up the phone slowly and said, "They seem to be too busy and have no time to pick me up..."

"Young man, if you are in a hurry to go and do other things, go. I'll wait here." The old man sat half his butt on the small chair by the side of the road with her crutch, rubbed his eyes, and coughed twice.

Fang Ming couldn't help but reach out and patted the old man on the back, making it less difficult for her. But after a few strokes, the young man suddenly pulled his hand back and ran away quickly. "Grandma, wait for me!"

When he came back, Fang Ming had a bottle of water and a parasol in his hand. He handed them all to the old man, and the old lady saw the boy's sincere and simple smile.

"Grandma, you must be thirsty, I'll give you this water." The helpful boy also carefully helped open the parasol. "Tell me where your home is. I'll take you back."

"Oh, how can you be so embarrassed...Young man, you have helped me enough..."

"Grandma, actually I have a grandfather in my hometown, and I must be much older than you." Fang Ming said seriously with a stern face: "He has been teaching me since he was a child to be a good person. When he sees others in trouble, he must help. Grandma, I am really worried about letting you stay here alone. Let me send you back and I will do my own business again."

"This...well."

Seeing that Fang Ming had even called several trucks to take her material boxes back together, the old man nodded with satisfaction. The child appeared to be a little stupid, but in fact he was very careful and kind. He is worthy of being a child favored by Teacher Huan in Kongyuan Mountain. These performances are enough to give him a nine-point score.

After sending the person to the destination, Fang Ming realized that the old lady's house was at the end of this street... and it was also a candy shop.

"Thank you, young man. You are such a good person." The old man expressed his gratitude to Fang Ming with a smile. He also stuffed the candies in his pocket to Fang Ming, "A good child should be rewarded. Try it. The candies in our store are excellent!"

"Thank you." At this time, Fang Ming didn't know that this crystal-clear and delicious candy was his weekly food expenses, so he naturally accepted it.

"This little brother, do you want to go in and sit? I haven't had lunch yet, how about we invite you to have candy rice?" The person who spoke was the old man's eldest son, the current owner of this candy shop. He looked very rich when he smiled, and his body exuded a sweet fragrance.

"Ah, that's not necessary. I'm going to find it..." Fang Ming stopped.

Huh?

Huh!!?

How about the store in this store...

The silly student Fang quickly took out his second color picture and took it in front of him, and then compared it with the candy shop's store... Oh!

"Young man, I've been chatting with you for almost two minutes before I found out?" The old man used a crutch and knocked on the ground, bringing classmate Fang back to reality. "Teacher Huan has contacted our store and has to assign some small tasks to test you students. You are classmate Fang Ming, right? Come in and sit for a while and try our special candy rice. If you dare say it is not delicious, I won't give you a score."

"Oh... well, okay!" Fang Ming then figured out what the second assessment was in his mind. He scratched his head embarrassedly, but in the end he was attracted by the sweet fragrance in the store.

——The candy rice is really delicious!

The poor man pulled the rice from the bowl and felt that he was really happy to come to Island No. 5.

The candy rice is indeed made of candy, but soy flour is added to it. After eating, you will feel that you have eaten many flavors of candy fried rice, but you will not feel that you are not full.

"Are you full?" Old Mrs. Tang, who has an absolute status in this store, said: "Since you are full, come and do the last thing."

"Well! What did you say, what I do!" After knowing that this is part of the assessment content, Fang Ming no longer had any scruples. That's right, if the assessment content only helps to do something, he will doubt whether there is something he has not done well enough and has not yet reached the conditions to trigger it.

"Then please help me make syrup."

"yes!"

Two minutes later, Fang Ming went to the backstage preparation area of ​​the candy shop and began his working experience that he had never thought about before.

Faced with the "challenge" of several large buckets in front of him, Fang Ming took a deep breath and wrapped the wind element magic in his hands. The master next to him put the solid sugar cubes and a small amount of water and vegetable oil into the steel basin in proportion. With the guidance of the master, Fang Ming began the important process of stirring.

According to the master, the force of making syrup is very particular. It must be maintained at a uniform speed, not fast or slow. Before the syrup is solidified, various seasonings must be added one by one, and before the aroma is dissipated, it must be put into the refrigerator and let the others in the store prepare the next process.

In accordance with the strict requirements of the master's continuous reminder, Fang Ming made three large pots of syrup in a row. He rubbed his arms. Fang Ming looked at the time and almost twenty minutes had passed. If he continued at this speed, he would have to finish all the syrup, wouldn't it be dark?

"Sure enough, it's still too hard for you to do this." The master who was responsible for teaching him was also very dissatisfied with this speed. "I'll demonstrate it to you, you have to watch it."

"Yes!" After personally experiencing the difficulties, Fang Ming no longer dared to underestimate this sugar-killing master who has no cultivation. He has a specialty in his profession, and any craftsman who has studied one thing for many years should be admired.
Chapter completed!