The white and tender tofu pudding in the black iron pot looked very tempting.
Dami scooped out three bowls with a spoon, and then she took out the maltose she had bought in the morning, "Dad, Dami, this is tofu pudding. If you want to eat salty ones, you can add soybean sauce. If you want to eat sweets, just add maltose."
As she spoke, she scooped up a bit of soybean sauce and put it in the bowl. When it came to tofu pudding, she preferred salty.
Qiao Dami couldn't wait to pinch a piece of maltose and threw it into the bowl. Sweet taste was precious to the Qiao Family, and he wanted to eat sweet!
Qiao Changshun hesitated for a moment, but also pinched a piece of maltose.
Seeing this, Xiaomai spoke up, "Next time we go to town, I will buy some cane sugar. Maltose is not as good as cane sugar."
"Maltose is very good." Qiao Changshun subconsciously wanted to save money.
Qiao Dami also nodded, "Maltose is very sweet!"
