Five motorhomes hit the road smoothly.

The landscape is constantly changing.

Bright sunlight shines through the windows on both sides, and the whole RV is bright and transparent.

Sang Wanzhou squatted down and looked at the quick-frozen food that was distributed in the freezer layer, all of which were fried and egg tarts, and of course, some dumplings, glutinous rice balls and flat food.

It's a pity that the pot is not with him, and it's not time for lunch yet.

Sang Wanzhou turned his head to look at Xiao Fubao, who was leaning on the sofa watching TV, and asked, "Do you want to eat egg tarts?"

The freshness of Xiao Fubao who just came up from the RV has passed, and he is sitting on the sofa at this time, eating the pomegranate that Sang Wanzhou gave her, obediently spitting the seeds into a disposable cup, and watching cartoons on TV.

Not noisy, not noisy.

"What's an egg tart?"

Xiao Fubao blinked and looked at Sang Wanzhou with big bright eyes.

Not to mention the egg tarts, even the snacks they bought, she had eaten for the first time recently.

Sang Wanzhou simply didn't ask her.

Take out a row of tart crusts directly from the frozen layer and disassemble them, take out four tart crusts, then pour the tart liquid and place them on a baking sheet at 200 degrees Celsius for 20 minutes to start baking.

When giving him the tart skin, Shen Fanglan first told him and Lu Zhaoxi in advance how to bake the egg tart.

Because she knew that Song Nanchen and Ji Yucheng, two people who had become fathers, must know how to bake egg tarts.

But he and Lu Zhaoxi, two rich boys, don't know if it's inevitable, and she doesn't even know if they will use the oven.

In just a few minutes, the whole carriage was filled with the sweet smell of egg tarts.

Even Xiao Fubao, who has been eating pomegranates carefully, has been attracted to this attention.

"Wow! Brother, the egg tarts taste so good!"

Sang Wanzhou smiled, sat on the sofa and looked down at the newly bought book in his hand.

There is no mobile phone, and the TV is also given to Xiao Fubao to see, and he can only read books.

"Ding—"

I just heard the oven ring.

Sang Wanzhou folded a page of the book and put it on the table, put on heat-insulating gloves, turned on the oven, and brought out the baking tray and placed it on the table next to the sink.

Xiao Fubao couldn't help but get off the sofa and ran to the side of the vegetable sink to stand on tiptoe, and his little head approached and took a sharp breath of aroma.

The milky aroma is rich and sweet.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

Sang Wanzhou gently pushed her little head away with her wrist and reminded: "Don't touch the baking tray, the baking tray is very hot, go back and sit down, the egg tart is still very hot now, I can't eat it, I'll bring it to you when it cools down for a while."

"Okay~" After listening to Sang Wanzhou's words, Xiao Fubao was very well-behaved and sensible and went back to his position and sat down.

Waiting until the egg tarts were a little cooler, Sang Wanzhou picked up one of the egg tarts and handed it to Xiao Fubao.

Xiao Fubao couldn't wait for a long time, so he reached out and took the egg tart and sent it to his mouth.

Just hear a crispy sound.

The corners of Xiao Fubao's mouth were stained with some crumbs of egg tart skin.

The sweet, rich custard tart melted in her mouth, mixed with the crispy tart crust, and this wonderful taste was the first time she had tasted it.

Xiao Fubao's eyes lit up instantly, and he looked at Sang Wanzhou and his eyes were full of admiration: "It's delicious! Brother, you're so amazing!"

was stared at by his sister with such adoring eyes.

Sang Wanzhou instantly felt that his image was taller.

Her jaw unconsciously raised, and she placed all the remaining three tarts in front of her.