A child's attention is easily attracted by other objects, especially when the TV is still on at home! Luoluo didn't have the patience to wait for the little biscuit with her father, and after she was carried to the ground by her father, she walked back to the living room after a while, her little head raised, and her big eyes looked at the big sister who was playing a game of breaking through the game on the TV without blinking.

Although the big sister is not flexible, stumbling and crawling on various water levels, the accompanying background music fits very well, and the rapid drum beat gives people a feeling of "danger"!

Luoluo just looked at it, forgot the little sand hammer in his hand, and accidentally let go of his little hands and let them fall.

"Uh-huh......" The movement of the little sandhammer still brought Luoluo back to his senses, and the little girl lowered her head to look at the two little sandhammers lying on the ground pitifully, and shyly bit her little mouth and let out a muffled laugh.

Picking up things is also a special skill for Luoluo!

After all, the little girl's body was not coordinated enough, and she could only take two steps back before she bent down tremblingly, and her knees slowly bent up......

This action is like slowing down, but Luoluo is already familiar with these, I saw her two small hands on the cold ground, and when she got up again, the two small sandhammers that had just fallen on the ground had been caught back in her hands.

Soon, however, Luoluo's attention was drawn back to the past.

Hey, it smells so good!

The little girl's small and delicate nose wrinkled slightly, and she subconsciously turned her little head along with the fragrance.

It's the kitchen, what is Dad doing? Why is it so fragrant?

Yang Yan had already turned on the oven, and when it was almost baked, it was only a little bit of fragrance overflowing from the oven, and it was difficult to detect it if it didn't get close......

Not only in the kitchen, but even in the living room, it spreads, and it is smelled by a little girl with a very sharp nose!

The smell of the roasted flour mixed with the warm heat is particularly attractive against the backdrop of this cold winter! Although Luo Luo could not tell what was delicious to have such a strong aroma, the little girl was quickly attracted!

The little girl stood where she was, curiously turning her head to look at the kitchen, and she didn't see the little biscuit, but she had already seen her father's figure hurrying around, and she also heard his cheers of satisfaction: "Haha, good, good!"

It's really good, Yang Yan achieved good results in baking small biscuits for the first time!

Not only are these cookies baked golden and fragrant, but in terms of shape, they swell and maintain their original "number" appearance!

Except for a few defective products, which Yang Yan hadn't done well when he took them off the mold before, the other small biscuits were baked as Yang Yan expected.

Of course, Yang Yan didn't dare to be complacent, he knew that the credit for the biscuits was baked well was not on him.

"After all, it's the biscuit recipe given by Aunt Hu! The pressed biscuits didn't crack or spread out after they were baked, and the strokes were squeezed together. Yang Yan looked at the baking tray that he pulled out and thought with emotion.

Yang Yan put on the big gloves that were insulated, pulled the baking tray out of the oven, and prepared to put it on the dining table, but when he turned around, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Luoluo didn't know when, she had already walked over from the living room, and the little girl even left her favorite little shaker, one little hand held the door frame of the kitchen sliding door, and the other little hand was raised in front of her, looking at her father intently...... Looking at Daddy's thighs to be precise!

It was only when she saw her father turn around that she subconsciously raised her little head and glanced at her father in a daze.

"Hey, hee-hee!" the little girl reacted a little slowly, but she still showed a few small white teeth to her father very brightly, and her little hand turned to the side, and seemed to shake it a little excitedly.

"Tsk, yes, Luoluo, you are our family...... Well, there are only two girls who know the goods! I know that there is something delicious!" Yang Yan carefully took the baking tray and put it down on the dining table where the newspaper had been laid out, before turning his head and looking at Luoluo with a smile.

He was also about to boast to his daughter, but halfway through the words, after thinking of another Xia Yu, he secretly changed his words, anyway, Luoluo couldn't understand it!

Of course, Luoluo didn't understand the mystery in her father's words, but the little girl was very smart and knew that what her father was holding was the source of the fragrance.

Yang Yan couldn't walk, so he had to bend down, wrap his left hand, and pick up the little girl from the ground. Don't worry about falling down if you don't hold it well, Luoluo has habitually stood up with his little arms and hugged his father's neck.

"Wait for Dad to take off this glove!" Yang Yan returned to the kitchen with Luoluo in his arms, his left forearm supporting Luoluo's little buttocks, but his fingers were pulling hard, and he took off the heat-insulating gloves on his right hand.

Luoluo's attention was briefly attracted by Dad's "big palm", but when the gloves were taken off, Dad's right hand returned to its original appearance, and the little girl raised her little head again, she looked at Dad, and then looked at the small biscuits that were placed on the dining table just now, and finally couldn't help it, her little hand pointed to the direction of the dining table with Dad.

Dad also turned on the faucet to wash his hands slowly, Luoluo said "uh-huh" twice in a hurry, and asked his father to get up: "Baba, na, na, Luoluo wants to ......"

The little girl's tender little voice actually wanted to express the meaning: Luoluo is going there.

She didn't know what her father's delicious food was, and the curious little girl wanted to see it.

Of course, Yang Yan's understanding that he thought Luoluo wanted to eat cookies had no effect, and after he rinsed his hands briefly, he carried Luoluo to the dining table, and pointed to the little girl who were about the same size as his fingers after swelling, and said with a smile: "Do you want to eat cookies? Not yet, because now, it's still very hot, very hot, and it will burn your mouth if you eat it!"

Luoluo couldn't quite understand what her father meant, and even if her father used the gesture of exploding his mouth to vividly describe her, the little girl just blinked her eyes in confusion, and then looked at the small biscuits that still smelled warm.

"See that? Yang Yan felt that this was a good time, he pointed to the small biscuit in the shape of the number "1", and said to Luoluo, "This is one, Luoluo read it with Dad, one, one, one, one ......"

The essence of human beings is a repeater!

This sentence is still very reasonable, after Luoluo listened to her father's repeated voice, she looked back at her father suspiciously, and finally couldn't help but speak, and read it with her father: "Aunt?"

Although it was not very accurate, Yang Yan still gave a thumbs up with a smile on his face and praised the little girl: "Yes, this is one!"

"Come, let's read it together, two, two, two......" Yang Yan used the same method, and read the other numbers with Luoluo.

Luoluo looked at these fragrant little biscuits, and followed his father to count numbers for a while in a daze.

But I always don't give people food, just hope to quench my thirst, which is not right!

After about ten minutes, the little girl realized that something was wrong. The saliva accumulated in her little mouth is about to overflow, why hasn't Dad brought the little biscuits to her?

How can there be motivation without rewards?

When Dad taught her again, no matter what "eight, eight, eight, eight, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine", Luoluo shook his little head, unwilling to continue to learn counting with his father.

Of course, there are little emotions in her heart, and she can't hold back the fall, when her father looked at it with concern, she pointed to those little biscuits, muttered with her little mouth, and complained to her father in a childish voice: "Hmm...... No, yes, yes, I want to ......."