When making jam, the key is to have a clean, oil-free pot, but the most important thing is controlling the heat. A small pot of jam requires more precise heat control than a large one, and here we’re using an open fla, so we must be ticulous. Otherwise, any burnt sll ans the whole pot of jam is ruined.
Bang.
From next door ca the sound of a pot hitting the ground amid exclamations and angry voices. The Emcee’s voice quickly echoed, asking if contestant number two, who had spilled the jam, could start over.
Soon after, the burnt sll wafted in, leaving us to wonder whose jam got scorched.
Cheng Su thought to herself quietly, at least four contestants will be outperford, and she needed to remain calm.
Don’t rush, don’t rush, absolutely don’t rush.
Cheng Su took a deep breath, poured the softened and juice-soaked fruit into the pot, added a specific ratio of water and rock sugar, and then gradually turned the heat up to bring it to a boil.
This principle was derived from repeated experints: adding fruit to a cold pot is preferable to adding it to a hot one, as the fruit doesn’t stick to the pot upon heating, avoiding any burnt flavor.
Cheng Su stared at the jam in the pot, while Ning Ge watched from the side, understanding this critical mont. Ning Ge refrained from speaking carelessly, so as not to affect her judgnt and senses.
"Wow, number three has started making jam too..." The Emcee’s voice suddenly broke through.
Ning Ge imdiately shot over a sharp gaze, causing the Emcee’s voice to choke in his throat.
"Is there enough ti?" A judge asked Cheng Su.
Her eyes never left the jam in the pot, and without lifting her head, she replied, "I don’t know." After a pause, she looked up and smiled, "But it doesn’t matter if there’s not enough ti, as long as I make delicious jam."
The person raised an eyebrow, giving her a deep look, then nodded with a smile.
Admiration flashed in Ning Ge’s eyes.
At this mont, the jam in the pot started to foam. Cheng Su reached out, "Spoon."
Ning Ge handed over a wooden spoon, and Cheng Su took it, carefully skimming off the foam from the jam before switching the fla to dium.
Throughout the process, she was unhurried and composed, watching her make jam was like witnessing an artistic creation, unlike other contestants she’d seen who were nervous and panicked, disrupting themselves.
The Emcee glanced at the two judges and wanted to say sothing, but Ning Ge’s gaze lightly floated over, and she quickly pressed her lips together, remaining silent.
Such a terrifying person, her gaze seed murderous, the Emcee thought silently.
As this group left, Cheng Su remained oblivious, her eyes and heart focused solely on the pot of jam before her.
Luh Wei once said that when crafting culinary delights, one must devote themselves completely. Imagine the happiness and satisfaction people feel when they taste your handmade food, that’s the true emotional impact brought by gourt cuisine.
Cheng Su smiled softly, dialed down the heat slightly, unbothered by the ti reports outside.
There’s an hour and a half remaining.
Ning Ge felt a bit anxious.
Cheng Su watched the juices in the jam tighten, the jam growing thicker. She scooped a bit to see if it stayed on the spoon, nodded, and while stirring, said, "Lemon juice."
Ning Ge quickly handed it over, and Cheng Su took it, saying, "Go check the ice bath." She then slowly added the lemon juice, continuing to stir.
Ning Ge went to check the ice bath’s cooling, glancing at the ti, only an hour remained.
Cheng Su continuously monitored the tightening juices of the jam, the fruit had transford into a soft, red jam. She used a small spoon to taste a bit, and the sensation on her tongue made her eyes light up.
"It’s ti to finish the jam."
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