"Mommy, the surface of the dough must be kneaded until it is smooth."
The little dough was handed over to little Yu 'er to play with, and little Yu' er began to play with it. She felt that the feeling of this kind of dough was much more fun than that of plasticine.
The task of kneading the dough naturally fell to ruan Mianmian.
Although the dough didn't look big, it was very, very difficult for ruan Mianmian to knead it to its best state.
"I'll check it."
The little sheep checked the dough and made sure it was almost done.
"You can print molds now."
The little lamb watched as ruan Mianmian rolled the dough into thin slices and handed them molds for small fish, sheep, rabbits, and flowers.
They followed suit and kept betting.
He placed the pressed dough into the pan.
The little sheep looked at the oven to check the temperature before putting the pan in the oven.
After a short while, a thick fragrance filled the air.
