The three little brothers also got up and chased after them, and the maids who helped them guard the small stove put the smoking oil pan on the ground for them, so as not to let the oil pan burn on the fire. fly

"Mother, mother, the bitterness is bitter, the lotus petals are bitter."

The little milkman ran and yelled, he knew that his mother was also frying lotus petals, so he had to remind his mother not to fry them.

"The lotus flowers here are all bitter and not tasty, mother, don't fry them up, it's a waste of your energy." He didn't want his mother to do so much, but it was done for nothing, what a shame!

"Let's cook other dishes. Other dishes are delicious."

An Jiuyue turned her head and took a look at this silly son. With the chopsticks in her hand, she put a lotus petal that was stained with batter into the oil pan, making a 'sizzling' sound.

"Little fool, go pick vegetables for your father, and you can eat fried lotus later."

In fact, she didn't think how delicious this fried lotus was, it was just a piece of lotus petal wrapped in a layer of batter, but the little ones were interested, so of course she was willing to follow along. fly

"Hey, go help, next time you want to fry lotus, tell mother, mother will pick the colorful lotus in the space for you." She said softly.

Hearing this, the little milk baby finally figured it out.

"I just thought, how come the fried lotus is bitter. It turns out that the lotus that my mother fried before was all in space, no wonder." His dazed expression pleased the couple in the kitchen and laughed at the same time.

"Mother, you're frying. Is it ready to eat soon?" He lifted his toes and looked at Mother's frying pan.

It's a pity that people are not as tall as a stove, so they can't see anything, just listen to the sound. Of course, there is also a scent, which makes his mouth water.

"Yes, Brother Lu, Brother Xing, Brother Zhou, it's this scent, it's very fragrant!" He remembered, it was the scent that his mother was frying now, and he would never forget it.

The three little babies also came in, and when they smelled the fragrance, they were also taken aback. fly

When they were frying it, although there was a scent, it was definitely different. Among the scents of mother's fried lotus, there was a hint of sweetness, which was very nice.

"I can smell it, it's so fragrant and sweet."

An Yilu stepped forward, came to Qian Yinuo's side, raised his hand and patted the little baby on the head.

"It's as sweet as Brother Nuonuo said before."

"Yes, it is like that."

There were stars in the little baby's eyes, and now they didn't leave, they just helped their father choose vegetables in the kitchen, and their father retired after finishing his work and went to do other work.

"Brother Lu, we can't learn to cook whatever we see in the future, because we can't do it well." The little milk baby whispered to the three brothers. fly

No, didn't the fried lotus just overturn the car? Before that, he thought beautifully that he wanted to compare with his mother to see who fried the lotus faster and tasted better.

In the end, Niangqin is just Niangqin, and even the materials for frying are different from his, so how can he compare with it.

"Not necessarily, the fried lotus can't be done well, what if the others are done well?" An Yilu felt that there is no absolute in everything, if he only capsized on one dish, and on top of other dishes, he is a What about geniuses?

Just like he was studying, none of the brothers who were older than him in the academy could compare to him.

That's what he does.

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