Nangong Fei looked at her son with joy in her eyes and decided to give full play to her strengths and give the little guy a good memory of his childhood.

When I was a child, I used to be hungry and cold, so I didn't have to work hard to pay a hundred times the hardship, step by step to glory.

Because of this, I did not embarrass myself in the years to come, and I traveled alone and ate all the world's food, and I had the energy to do what I could.

On the surface, he is cold and glamorous, but in fact he is an unknown foodie, with superb cooking skills and mouth-watering.

The only good girlfriend who goes to his place from time to time to play sharp, can't get rid of it.

The little guy smiled with an eyebrow, it was unbelievable, happiness came too suddenly, and he pinched his little face fiercely, "Mother, how did I not know that you could make pastries?" ”

"Silly boy, wasn't there no conditions before? If you can't eat enough, how can you have the ability to make pastries, and when did chatting lie to you? ”

The original owner was able to survive with the little guy, which is already a blessing in misfortune, and there is no leisure to make pastries.

Now that I have made a little money, and the man's recuperation expenses are also a lot, both mother and son need to make up for it, and the aspect of natural food should be upgraded to a higher level.

Jiajia's eyes widened thoughtfully, and she nodded fiercely, "What Liang Qian said makes sense, I'm looking forward to it, what pastries are we going to make?" ”

"Let's go see what's there, what's going to be done, anyway, just make sure our baby son is satisfied." Nangong Fei pinched her son's soft and glutinous little face, and took his little hand and walked towards the study.

No one noticed that a white light flashed in place, and the high point on the table disappeared in the blink of an eye.

I bought a lot of ingredients in the town before, and at that time I felt that I was lacking everything, and now I can use it, two days ago, a beautiful man was smashed on the dinner table, and the best old lady took her daughter-in-law and granddaughter, and made a big fuss, and I really didn't organize these things well.

Jiajia was following behind Nangong Fei left and right, looking at the dazzling array of ingredients on the table, as well as those unknown dry goods, her eyes were full of stars.

My mother will cook a lot of delicious food, so I'm looking forward to it.

Nangong Fei really didn't disappoint the child, mung bean glutinous rice cake, make one each, practice first and then say that I haven't done it for so long, I don't know if there are any hands.

Roll up your sleeves and do it. Nangong Fei sorted out the ingredients, washed the mung beans and glutinous rice, matched some other ingredients, and cut some diced meat.

Mung beans and glutinous rice need to be soaked, and during this time, the mother and son made two simple dishes, a soup, green onion wrapped in meat, vinegared shredded potatoes, and tomato and egg drop soup.

After the meal is served, the mung beans and glutinous rice are almost soaked, put them in a pot and boil them, add some sugar and oil, and when they are cooked, they can make pastries.

"Baby son, let's eat first, and we can steam the pastry when we finish eating."

Jiajia stood in place with an embarrassed face, Nangong Fei looked puzzled, "Hey, why doesn't Jiajia eat her mother's craftsmanship and regress?" Still not appetizing? ”

The little guy touched his face in embarrassment, "No, mother, I'm afraid that I'm full now, and I won't have a stomach for a while to hold mung bean glutinous rice cakes." ”

Looking at her embarrassed son, Nangong Fei couldn't cry or laugh, she laughed, and her heart suddenly ached, how many sins did this child suffer to make it so distressing.

"Good boy, pastries are just eaten after meals, you can't eat more, in the future, my mother will make you different pastries every day, come and eat."

Nangong Fei beckoned, and the little guy sat up, "Is what Yang Qin said true?" That's great. ”

Jiajia looked at Nangong Fei with sparkling eyes, picked up chopsticks and started eating, the mother's cooking was so delicious, it was even better than before.

However, the little guy still kept a little mind, and ate until he was eight minutes full and two points of his stomach was empty, waiting to eat those mung bean glutinous rice cakes.

Nangong Fei patted his head after eating, as if there was an injured man at home, he was really a living ancestor, and he had to decoct medicine.

While decocting the medicine and making pastries, you can be busy all over the place, Jiajia is waiting for the mung bean glutinous rice cake to come out of the pot.

"My mother is so fragrant, when can I get out of the pot?"

"Little glutton, you wait on the side right now, don't burn you." Nangong Fei raised her eyebrows and looked at the little guy, opened the lid of the pot first, and brought the mung bean glutinous rice cake out of the pot, with a faint aroma that lingered in her nose.

Everyone danced excitedly, I really want to go and take a bite now, the pastries that Uncle Dashan brought back before were all cool, cold and a little hot, and fresh.

These freshly cooked pastries look beautiful and delicious, but I don't know how much I can eat.

Able to fly to cut the pastry into small piecesAble to fly to cut the pastry into small pieces and dry it aside.

"Just wait a minute, little glutton!"

Jiajia didn't leave an inch, guarding next to the pastry, Nangong Fei couldn't cry or laugh. After nearly a quarter of an hour, Nangong Fei picked up a piece of pastry and handed it to Jiajia, "Hungry cat son, come and taste it." ”

Jiajia salivated, took a bite of the pastry and stuffed it into her mouth, and nodded vaguely while eating, "Mother, it's delicious!" ”

When Jiajia was about to hold back her drooling, Nangong Fei finally said that she could eat it, and cut a small piece for him to taste it.

Nangong Fei had no choice but to hold her forehead, the little guy's cheeks were bulging, very cute, Nangong Fei stretched out her hand and touched the little guy's head, "Slow down, don't choke, there are so many!" ”

Probably because he saw that his son ate it too fragrantly, Nangong Fei also ate a piece herself. The craftsmanship is acceptable and needs to be strengthened.

"Mother, this pastry is so delicious, will you eat it every day in the future?" Jiajia pierced her starry eyes and couldn't wait to ask.

"Snacks, of course."

Jiajia took advantage of Nangong Fei's inattention, grabbed another piece of pastry, and ate it in a few bites.

Nangong Fei couldn't cry or laugh, "Just eat another piece, and keep the rest for tomorrow." Remember? Nangong Fei patted Jiajia's shoulder and said earnestly, "Otherwise, my stomach will hurt if I have indigestion!" ”

"Okay." Jiajia was still unfinished, took a deep breath, and couldn't put down the pastries, but what the mother said was so reasonable, the little guy's eyes rolled and he thought about it.

"Mother, let's count together to see how many pastries are left, and hide them, otherwise they will be stolen by mice!"

"You!" Nangong Fei nodded Jiajia's little head, this kid, what do you say? I guess I was wronged too much before, hey.

Nangong Fei sighed softly, the little guy seemed to want to eat, but he couldn't indulge it. pinched Jiajia's little face and nodded.

Jiajia obediently didn't dare to eat more, and followed Nangong Fei around twice, with a smile on the corner of her eyes and eyebrows, her mother was getting better and better to herself.

Neither mother nor son noticed that a white shadow flashed in the place where the pastry had just been hidden......