"Aunt Wu, what brings you here? Come on in, it's really cold outside." As soon as she saw Wu's, Mo Yan quickly stepped back to let her in.
"I had nothing to do at home, so I made some 'cat's ears.' Here, I brought some for you to try." Wu's weighed the winnowing basket in her hand and said with a smile. A layer of white cotton cloth covered the top of the basket, with a faint, sweet scent seeping out.
"Is it fried sugar pastry? That's wonderful, I've been wanting to eat that these past few days, but I was too lazy to make it. I didn't expect to get some ready-made, thank you Aunt Wu." Mo Yan hurriedly took the basket from Wu's hands, lifted the cotton cloth, and picked up a piece to throw into her mouth. With a crunch, her mouth filled with sweet flavor.
