The taste of the biscuit is different from that after it is cooled, the freshly baked biscuit is softer, hot, and the fragrance will be stronger, and after it is cooled, the biscuit will be harder, correspondingly, it gives people a crispy feeling - this is the taste of the biscuit!

The two have their own advantages, and it is impossible to distinguish between the superior and the inferior, but most parents like to eat them after they are cool, because they feel that the freshly baked biscuits carry the residual temperature of the oven, and even equate this residual temperature with the "heat" that people in Guangdong Province are most afraid of!

That's what Aunt Hu said to Yang Yan: "Children can't eat too much hot things, after the biscuits are made, they should be cooled before giving them to the baby!"

Therefore, seeing that Luoluo was anxiously asking for cookies, Yang Yan could only play with her upper body and show Luoluo the reason why her father couldn't give her small cookies!

"Because it's still very hot! Luoluo, look, Dad will show you one, if it's not hot, Dad will definitely give you food......"

I saw Yang Yan pretending to stretch out his hand, and under Luoluo's gaze, slowly, slowly touched the little biscuit, as if he was going to touch a spiky hedgehog, very careful!

"Ahh Then, as if he had been electrocuted, he hurriedly retracted his hand.

What's the situation?

Luoluo turned his head to look at his father, and his big clear and simple eyes showed a look of confusion.

Yang Yan didn't care about explaining to Luoluo, he felt that he was retracting his hand a little too quickly, although it was acting, but it seemed that when he touched the small biscuit, there was no warm feeling from his fingertips!

Therefore, Yang Yan hesitated, but still stretched out his hand and touched it again.

Hey!

It's really not hot anymore!

Not only are the biscuits not hot, but the hot baking tray just now, now that Yang Yan's fingers touch it, it is almost close to room temperature.

Of course, Yang Yan is not surprised, after all, it is now winter, the cold winter at the end of December!

Not to mention small biscuits, usually Yang Yan prepares dinner and waits for Xia Yu to come back, if you don't cover the food in a pot with residual warmth, take it out and put it on the dining table, it won't take ten minutes to get cold!

Therefore, Yang Yan misestimated the time, and the small biscuit did not have to wait for thirty minutes to cool, and now it has cooled.

"Okay, you can eat cookies!" Yang Yan happily turned his head to look at Luoluo and told the little girl the good news.

But Luoluo had been confused by her father's unpredictable attitude, and although her father looked happy, the little girl still only blinked in confusion, and did not follow her father's smile to be happy.

Yang Yan took out a small biscuit directly from the oiled paper of the baking tray, shook it in front of Luoluo's eyes with a smile, and said, "Look, what is this? This is one, one...... Do you want to fall down?"

However, when Luoluo saw his father come over with the little biscuit that had just been so hot that his father screamed, not only was he not happy, but he also shrank into his father's arms in fear, and his little mouth pouted: "Hmm......"

"Five, not five, this is one!" Yang Yan said with a smile.

"Hmm...... Don't ......" Luo Luo still resisted and twisted his little head away, hiding his face in his father's arms.

"No, Luoluo, didn't you really want to eat it just now?" Yang Yan was confused, he didn't know that it was his performance just now that scared his daughter, making her mistakenly think that there was something terrible about these little cookies.

In order to rekindle Luo Luo's interest, Yang Yan threw the "No. 1" biscuit into his mouth, and bit out a crisp "click" sound.

"Well, it's delicious!" Yang Yan lowered his head and said vaguely with Luoluo.

This is not acting, Yang Yan really thinks it is delicious! Although the appearance has cooled down, there is still a little bit of warmth on the inside of the small biscuit, and when you bite into it like this, your mouth is full of fragrance.

Luoluo also smelled it, she subconsciously raised her head, and her little face looked at her father in surprise with a surprised expression.

"Well, it's delicious, it's delicious!" Yang Yan had already finished eating, and his mouth was clean, but he still showed a sense of unfulfilled satisfaction.

Hey, Daddy ate something delicious!

The little girl suddenly forgot her fear, and all she could smell in her nose was the smell of incense coming from her father's mouth, and her saliva was about to flow.

"Hmm......" Luoluo was as anxious as just now, his little hand grabbed his father's shirt, and his little body rubbed, as if he was going to climb on his father.

"Okay, Daddy will give you another one...... What do you take?" Yang Yan said with a smile, "Why don't you take a 'five'?"

Luoluo blinked, not knowing what her father was talking about, she just watched as her father reached out and took out a small cookie from the baking tray.

"Hee-huh......" Luoluo saw that her father handed her fragrant little biscuits, and finally it was cloudy and clear, and her little mouth opened and she laughed happily.

Luoluo spread out her little hand and grabbed the small biscuit handed over by her father, although the small biscuit was not big, but it was flat and long, and the little girl grabbed one side like grabbing a small vegetable leaf, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Eat slowly and bite a little. Yang Yan just reminded with a smile.

He was not too worried about Luoluo's eating, the little girl seemed to have a special talent in this area, and when she only had a few small front teeth, he gave her a cucumber and she could nibble on it with relish.

"Click......" The little girl didn't care about her father, and her little teeth bit the biscuit, chewing little by little.

Yang Yan looked at her with a smile, Luo Luo was aware of it, and her long eyelashes were gently fanned, and she raised her bright big eyes to look at her father, but her attention was on the small biscuits, and her eyes blinked, and she turned away unconsciously.

Now, from Luoluo's expression, it is impossible to see her evaluation of the cookies, but Yang Yan knows that her daughter is not only a snacker, but also a snack who can eat! If the biscuits are not delicious, she will not continue to eat them.

Of course, the amount of small biscuits was not much, and Luoluo quickly ate them.

Her big round eyes just now turned into cute little crescents, and she looked at her father with a sweet smile, and from her satisfied little face, you could see how much she liked to eat that little cookie just now!

"You ate five just now!" Yang Yan smiled and slapped Luoluo, and said, "You can eat another one, but this time it's Luoluo's turn to tell Dad, which one do you want to eat?"

Yang Yan walked to the baking tray with Luoluo, pointed to the rows of digital cookies, and said with a smile: "Choose one!"

Luoluo looked at her father suspiciously, she couldn't quite understand what her father meant, but she could vaguely see from her father's gesture that her father was trying to let her eat cookies.

"Hee-hee!" the little girl laughed happily as she bared her little teeth to her father.

"Come, come, which one do you want to eat?" Yang Yan waved his big hand as if he was selling small biscuits, and his expression was exaggerated, and he encouraged vigorously.

"Nah......h

After pointing out, Luoluo turned his head and looked at his father with blank eyes, as if he was worried that his father would not give it to him.

"Is this it? Wow, Luoluo chose the '8' biscuit!" Yang Yan confirmed, then picked it up with a smile, handed it to Luoluo, and praised, "Luoluo is very smart, I chose eight, this is a very auspicious number!"

Luoluo grabbed the small biscuit and couldn't wait to stuff it into his mouth.

She looked at her father innocently with big eyes, as if to say, "What auspicious thing? Isn't this little biscuit the biggest, the most, and the most delicious?"

Yang Yan's mind was full of thoughts about teaching Luoluo to count numbers, and at this time he was not idle, pointing to a small cookie with another number "8", and chattering with Luoluo: "Luoluo, remember, this number is 8, wave ah eight, eight ......"

Luoluo slowly nibbled on the small biscuits, and looked at his father who kept talking to him in a bit of confusion.

What is Eight?

I don't know!

Luoluo remembered that Baba and Dad were the biggest cookies......