Personality V: I will save everything

Well, all the preliminary work is finally done and everything is ready!

But don't ask Xie Bian, the soybean powder manufacturer, how he made those things, because he doesn't want to think about that experience anymore.

Anyway, at this moment, all the materials needed are neatly laid out in front of him. Next, he just needs to roll up his sleeves and start making the delicious dragon beard crisps himself... Is it really that simple?

Having said that, in fact, he only had some understanding of the production method and process of Dragon Beard Pastry. He had just watched others do it a few times before. But today, he personally did it himself... This was definitely like a young lady getting into a bridal sedan - the first time!

However, he thought to himself, this thing shouldn't be too difficult to do. If you think about it carefully, there are only a few key steps:

First, a sweet and rich syrup is carefully brewed;

Then process it into a soft and elastic sugar ball;

Then comes the crucial step of pulling the sugar;

Then evenly coat the pulled sugar with a layer of fine powder;

Finally, the entire sugar body is meticulously reshaped.

The first two steps went smoothly and normally, but when it came to the third step, an unexpected situation suddenly occurred.

I believe everyone knows that the authentic dragon's beard candy has a staggering 100 million layers, which is equivalent to 2 to the 20th power in mathematics!

What does this mean? This means that Mr. Xie Bian needs to pull this piece of candy back and forth at least 20 times without getting tired of it! Just thinking about it gives me a headache.

Poor Xie Bian, he had never tried to make this complex dragon beard candy before. At this moment, he had to face this arduous task - slowly pulling apart the soft and sticky candy layer by layer. Each pull was a fierce battle with sugar and patience for him.

After a long and arduous effort, when Xie Bian finally successfully completed the production of dragon beard candy, he was already exhausted and sweating.

However, at this moment, Karl came over and saw him for the first time. The question he asked was not about the carefully made dragon beard candy, but a ridiculous question: "Uncle Xie Bian, did you make dragon beard candy out of your hair?"

It was no wonder that Karl asked this question. It turned out that as Xie Bi'an was concentrating on pulling the candies, the difficulty of pulling the candies increased as he pulled more and more.

And as time went on, the sugar became harder, forcing him to use all his strength and apply greater and greater force to pull it.

In this busy and tense moment, Xie Bian had no time to take care of other things, and he didn't even notice that his hair accidentally fell into the soybean powder.

The result was that now that Carl was standing in front of him, he could hardly tell whether the mess in front of him was the delicious dragon beard candy or Xie Bian's hair covered with soybean powder!

Xie Bian: Goodbye, this world (|3[▓▓]

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Fortunately, things did not turn out to be hopelessly bad.

Although Carl is a bit willful and reckless on weekdays, he is able to keep a clear head and be sensible at critical moments.

At this time, Karl happily picked up the semi-finished dragon beard crisps carefully made by Xie Bian and put it into his mouth carefully.

In an instant, the sweet and delicious smell spread, stimulating Carl's taste buds.

"Wow! It's delicious, Uncle Xie Bian, thank you so much!" Carl chewed the delicious dragon beard crisps with a satisfied smile on his face, his eyes narrowed into slits, as if the whole world was left with only this wonderful taste.

His lovely expression and sincere words of praise made people around him smile knowingly.

Xie Bian: Carl is such a good kid. (T ^ T)

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"Do you want to eat it?" Carl hesitantly held up the piece of food that could barely be called dragon beard crisp in his hand, carefully handed it to the undertaker, and asked softly.

The reason why this scene happened has to start from the beginning. It turned out that Xie Bian ignored Karl's principle of never wasting anything and took back all the failed products. These things that could have been avoided from becoming waste were just piled up together.

Look at this so-called dragon's beard pastry in front of you. Even if it was barely successful in those rare times, no matter how you look at it, it really doesn't look like an authentic dragon's beard pastry.

Although Xie Bian tried his best to stretch them into long strips, he had no intention of shaping them properly.

At this moment, when Carl picked it up from the plate, from a distance, its shape looked exactly like a tattered rag!

"no thank you."

The undertaker's eyes twitched a few times, and it seemed that he also felt that this thing was not something that could be put into the mouth.

"Well, then, why did you come to see me?"

Since the other party is not after the food in my hand, then he must be here for me~

"Where is your mother?" The undertaker stood at the door with a serious expression and asked Carl directly, as if he was afraid that even a second of hesitation would make him lose his courage.

Perhaps it was just as he thought in his heart, this irrepressible social phobia was quietly causing trouble, but fortunately, although his questions were concise and clear, they were not confusing, and at least Carl could understand them roughly.

"Are you asking the owner of the manor? At this point, He should......"

However, just as Carl was about to answer, he was interrupted by the undertaker anxiously: "I'm asking where your mother is? Not asking your manor owner!" The undertaker's voice trembled slightly, as if he was experiencing a fierce struggle in his heart.

It turns out that what the undertaker really wanted to ask was where the mother who existed in another world was.

After all, in a world that has undergone tremendous changes, everything has become strange and unpredictable.

So, is the mother who gave him life, warmth and love still alive today?

Unfortunately, Carl obviously failed to understand the deeper meaning behind the undertaker's words.

He tilted his head in confusion, blinking his big eyes, and then continued, "My mother is the owner of the manor. I have called her that since I was a child."

After saying this, Carl still revealed an innocent smile, completely unaware of the ups and downs in the undertaker's heart at the moment.

When his eyes fell upon the undertaker's extremely distorted and hideous face, Carl's heart trembled suddenly, as if a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, making him suddenly realize something at that moment.

"Oh, I see! I see. You want to ask about the aunt with gray hair, right?" Karl said as if waking up from a dream, with a hint of realization and disbelief in his tone.

That's right, Karl had met her once before. Not long ago, he saw that woman with his own eyes - his biological mother! Memories flooded into his mind like a tide, and the scene at that moment appeared clearly in front of him, making him feel both familiar and strange.

At this moment, Karl completely understood the key. After all, how could this undertaker ask the owner of the manor?

The only person he could possibly ask for information from is his biological mother!

You know, in this world, the undertaker is not as lucky as Carl, who was adopted by the owner of the manor and given love and care.

Therefore, for the undertaker, there was only one possibility for his mother, and that was their common biological mother. Thinking of this, Karl couldn't help but take a deep breath, and his mood became heavier.

"She's very nice. I've met her. She even knitted a scarf and a sweater for me. But I went back."

Carl decided without hesitation to return the things the woman had given him intact.

He had no idea what happened between the undertaker and his mother in this world.

However, Carl knew clearly about the past between his biological mother and the owner of the manor.

He knew very well that although it was his biological mother who gave him life, it was the solemn and dignified owner of the manor who truly raised him with hard work and careful care.

Deep in Carl's young heart, the owner of the manor had long replaced his biological mother and became the closest and most dependent "mother" image in his mind.

Looking back on the past, it was not the owner of the manor who forcibly took young Carl away from his biological mother.

On the contrary, due to a series of complex and helpless reasons, his biological mother was unable to continue to bear the responsibility of raising the child.

So, after some negotiations, the two sides reached an agreement: the manor owner generously gave Carl's biological mother a large sum of money as compensation, and then naturally took little Carl into his own manor, and from then on shouldered the sacred mission of caring for and nurturing his growth.

It was a matter of mutual consent. Moreover, when Carl was taken away, he was still a baby. If he had not found out about this later, he would have actually thought that he was the manor owner's biological child.

However, what was unexpected was that when the undertaker, who had been relatively calm, heard the answer given by Carl, he suddenly lost control of his emotions and became extremely excited.

He suddenly stretched out his hands and tightly grasped Karl's shoulders. His eyes widened and his face flushed red. He asked Karl hoarsely: "Why do you want to return it? Why?"

At this moment, the undertaker's heart was already overwhelmed by pain and despair. For him, the only way to see his mother again was in his illusory dreams.

And the man named Jay was so cold-blooded that he did not leave him any belongings related to his mother, not even a precious photo.

This made the undertaker feel extremely angry and unwilling. Why?

Why is it that Carl, who is also living in this world, has a biological mother who is not only safe and well, but also knits a warm scarf and sweater for him?

But looking at Carl himself, faced with such a gift full of maternal love, he actually chose to return it without any cherishment!

"Because...the owner of the manor is my real mother..." Carl's response seemed particularly calm, as if the almost crazy excitement of the undertaker in front of him had no effect on him at all.

He slowly raised his arm and gently smoothed down the undertaker's hand that was tightly grasping his shoulder.

"My biological father died when I was just born. My family was very poor and my biological mother couldn't afford to raise me. The owner of the manor reached an agreement with my biological mother. The owner of the manor gave my biological mother a large sum of money, and the thing he bought was my custody rights."

Karl paused here, but his tone remained unchanged, and he continued calmly.

Deep in Carl's mind, the impression of his biological mother did not exist at all.

Ever since he could remember, the person who had cared for him tenderly and accompanied him as he grew up had always been the noble and amiable owner of the manor.

In the eyes of young Carl, the lady of the manor was not only his mother in name, but also a unique existence in his heart. She gave him endless love and warmth, making him feel the warmth and peace of home.

"What are you talking about?!" Just as the undertaker was about to continue asking, a call suddenly came.

"Karl!"

This voice exploded in the ears of the two people like thunder, abruptly cutting off their conversation.

Karl and the undertaker turned their heads in astonishment, only to see that the owner of the manor had quietly appeared not far away. His dignified and beautiful face was a little cold at the moment, but when his eyes touched Karl, he instantly became soft.

"Go home, Carl." The owner of the manor called softly and extended a hand to Carl.

Hearing his mother's call, Carl's face immediately blossomed with a smile as bright as a spring flower. He responded happily: "Okay! (^_^)" and then hopped towards the owner of the manor like a lively little rabbit.

When he got closer, he threw himself into his mother's arms without hesitation and snuggled up to her tightly, as if they were the only two people left in the world.