The popularity of the small kitchen made many mothers sad and happy. Their children's enthusiasm for cooking could not be dispelled, but once they cooked, they would stare at the eggs. In order not to waste them, parents could only eat them. It was really frustrating.
[My family only knows how to fry eggs. Seven years old.]
[My family is the same. The small kitchen that I saw in the joke has to be messed with every day.]
[Are they all making eggs? Hahahaha]
[Yes, I ate ten fried eggs at most in a day.]
[Feifei is cooperating with Mommy and adding to Mommy's cooking.]
[In the future, when I cook, my child's hands will itch. I'll learn from Lawyer Tao and ask him to sprinkle some green onions.]
Zheng Kuo turned to look at the bullet screen." Feifei always wants to join in when she sees us working. Not only cooking, but also cleaning, even though she's not as tall as a broom."
[Teacher Zheng, it's great that Feifei has such a heart.]
