In the evening, the aroma in the kitchen was too strong to dissolve.
Yu Yu and Baobao lay on the back of the sofa as usual, trying to distinguish the ingredients inside, but they all ended in failure.
The beauty of Chinese food is that it can mix ingredients that seem to be completely different from each other, and after frying, frying, and finally condensing into a new delicious.
The claypot, filled with countless top-quality ingredients, makes a fine beeping sound.
Tiny air bubbles form at the bottom of the casserole, then rise with the heat and burst on the surface of the stuffed soup.
"Blub, blub, blub~"
The lids were knocked up and down.
Baobao cried a lot at noon, and now her eyes are slightly swollen.
But the little girl's heart has completely come out of the darkness of the past.
She opened her round eyes wide, swallowed her saliva, lowered her head and poked her round belly, "I'm hungry."
