It's not just that Chen Song doesn't want to eat steamed buns, but Liu Xiaoai doesn't want to eat the steamed buns here.

When Liu Xiaoai came back, Xiaobao had already started to wash.

"Baby, are you awake?" Liu Xiaoai asked knowingly.

Xiaobao was woken up by the sound of Liu Xiaoai closing the door when she went out. However, Xiaobao didn't get up at all, even if he was woken up, he wouldn't lose his temper no matter how sleepy he was.

At this time, Xiaobao looked at her mother and said happily, "Mom, I woke up early." ”

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Xiaobao and Chen Song looked at the buns on the table: they were white and fluffy, and they were much smaller than when they were in their hometown.

The steamed buns in my hometown, especially the buns in my own home, are all yellowed, not so white at all, and the skin is very hard, not as soft as the buns bought outside.

This bun looks much better than the bun in my hometown, and it is simply the difference between heaven and earth.

But Chen Song and Xiaobao frowned, as if they were letting them eat poison.

They have eaten a lot of these buns in the past few years, and they have long understood what kind of bun filling will be waiting for them.

Liu Xiaoai didn't want to eat it, she also felt disgusting, but this southern breakfast, there are only such buns, either noodles mixed with a bowl full of chili oil, or the same greasy handmade or fried rice.

Comparatively speaking, this bun is also a conscience breakfast.

Liu Xiaoai urged: "Eat quickly, you two, if you don't eat buns, it's cold." There is also soy milk, one cup per person. Hurry up and eat. ”

The three of them began to eat.

After taking a bite, Liu Xiaoai didn't want to eat buns. It's so tired.

It's not a soup dumpling, but the oil in it is shaky, and the stuffing of the bun is black and slimy, which is very disgusting to look at. It's not like the steamed buns in the north, the vegetables are vegetables, the meat is meat, and the meat dishes are distinct.

The buns here are all pretty much the same, the meat and vegetables are mixed together with something I don't know what seasoning, and I take a bite full of oil in my mouth. Sometimes I even have a disgusting taste of not knowing what seasoning.

Liu Xiaoai couldn't eat anymore, but she still ate one, and then drank a cup of soy milk and was full.

Xiaobao also ate one bun, and Chen Song ate two.

The weight of two of these small buns is about the same as that of one in my hometown.

When Chen Song was in his hometown, he could eat six or seven, and if it was calculated in proportion, Chen Song should be able to eat more than a dozen small buns.

But he couldn't eat two of them. It's very greasy, it's better than eating ten northern buns.

When you eat steamed buns in your hometown, you can continue to stuff two when you are full, and you can eat until your stomach can't fit it.

And the steamed buns in the south, you can vomit after eating two more bites.

"Let's cook by myself at noon, it's so tireless." Liu Xiaoai said to Chen Song.

Chen Song nodded and said, "Got it." I also don't want to eat out. When I got to work, I had no choice but to eat takeout. As long as you don't go to work, I'll try to cook for you both. ”

Liu Xiaoai is really pleased.

Before opening the store, no matter how angry Liu Xiaoai was, Chen Song would not take care of the kitchen or housework. He was a pure northern kind of machismo, who had always treated housework as a woman's job.

But since opening the store and eating takeout for more than half a year, he can't stand it anymore.

One is to spend a lot of money, and the other is unhygienic and unhealthy.

It's just an adult, but Xiaobao is growing his body, even if it is for Xiaobao's health, he has to learn to cook by himself.

Now Chen Song can already cook a few decent home-cooked dishes.