[Hahahaha! I want to be strong in my life, even if I want to lose face, I can't lose face in front of the little baby, even if I lose face in front of the little baby, I can't see her laughing at her expression! 】

[I looked at our little baby's sad face, and I wanted to laugh inexplicably. It's like an old mother looking at her uncompetitive son. 】

[Hahahaha! It's really true! It's so similar! It seems that our little baby probably didn't expect Sang Wanzhou to not know how to make buns, right? Eh, wait...... What are you doing?! 】

A barrage flew by, and everyone's attention was focused on the screen.

I saw Xiao Fubao climb onto the chair next to Sang Wanzhou who had just stood, picked up the half-wrapped bun from Sang Wanzhou, tilted his head and his eyes were empty, as if he was thinking about something.

A minute later.

She finally moved.

I saw that her hand was jerky, and she felt as if she was a little skilled in it, and she finished wrapping a bun at once.

【Oh my God?】 The little baby can make buns?! 】

[It's incredible! This is even better than the first time I packed! So I'm not even as good as a six-year-old?! It's unreasonable! 】

[Hahahaha! What a dear little darling! I'm now already looking forward to what Sang Wanzhou's expression will be when he comes out of the shower and sees the baby's wrapped buns! 】

In the past, when I was at the temple, the breakfast at the temple was often steamed buns.

It's all hand-wrapped by my father.

When Xiao Fubao is fine, she will follow the master to make steamed buns, although she often runs to play with her junior sisters halfway through the wrapping, and she has not wrapped them again since the master left.

Although some hands are raw, you can still see it.

After a while, she finished rolling out the dough while rolling out all the dough that Sang Wanzhou kneaded.

Because she had only done the last step of rolling the dough and wrapping the buns, she didn't know how to make the fillings or knead the dough in the front, and those were all done by the master.

When Sang Wanzhou came out and saw a few wrapped buns on the cutting board, his eyes were straight.

Although the bun doesn't look very good, at least it's wrapped.

His eyes were incredibly looking back and forth between Baozi and Xiao Fubao.

She was alone outside just now, so it couldn't be that someone from outside came up to help her pack and leave.

"This is your bag?" Sang Wanzhou looked surprised.

A 6-year-old girl can make buns?

Xiao Fubao didn't hide it, and nodded obediently: "Yes, Fubao has made buns with Master before, but he hasn't wrapped them for a long time, and he may be a little ugly. But the master's bag is beautiful!"

Sang Wan Chau: "......"

Sang Wanzhou looked like he was deeply shocked.

Even a 6-year-old girl can make buns, but he can't, it's too embarrassing.

Although he thought so in his heart, on the surface, he could only pretend that nothing happened, put the buns in the steamer and covered them with a white cloth.

Xiao Fubao knelt on the back of the chair, looked at his back with big round eyes and asked, "Brother, are we going to wrap all the buns today?"

Sang Wanzhou nodded, struggling in his heart for a few seconds before speaking, "You...... Teach my brother how to wrap the ...... first When it's time to go, you go to bed, and my brother will come by himself."

When he said this, Sang Wanzhou's expression was not to mention how much he struggled.

He was in his twenties, and he had to ask a 6-year-old girl for advice on how to make steamed buns.

This makes people listen to him, he still wants this face.