Who made her a three and a half year old?

She can't eat it, but she will miss it!

Yan Bao muttered, "Heat oil in a pan. Peel the skins while the oil is hot, wash and cut into thick slices, then into thick strips. Rinse the skins in clean water to remove the starch, then blanch them for a minute. Dust them evenly with flour, fry them in a pan, and fry them slowly over low heat until lightly browned. Wait a moment, then fry again until golden brown, then dredge them in tomato sauce while they're still hot. Delicious!"

Mrs. Shen wiped the saliva of her greedy daughter, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Why is this child so delicious? I don’t know who he looks like.

Neither she nor her husband is a person who cares about food and drink.

Ever since I learned to read minds, I realized how greedy my daughter is. She has all sorts of tastes and wants to eat everything, many of which she has never heard of.

Take these French fries, for example.

Seeing her daughter wanting to eat but not being able to, with her little face in her hands and a lonely look on her back, Mrs. Shen felt distressed.

I just read your mind, and it sounds like French fries aren’t that difficult to make.

When Yan Bao woke up, he seemed to smell the familiar and tempting aroma of a mixture of sugar and oil.

【Let me smell what it is? 】

[Smells so good, French fries, fried chicken, hamburgers?] Yan Bao swallowed his saliva: [Coke?]

Hearing her daughter's thoughts, Mrs. Shen came in with a smile: "Yan Bao is awake, come out and see what delicious food the kitchen has prepared. They have learned a new delicacy."

【Is it tasty? 】

"Mom thinks it's good and thinks Yanbao will like it."

[Wow, if Mom thinks it’s delicious, it must be delicious!] Yan Bao’s short legs moved quickly and he immediately looked in the direction of the aroma.

Standing on tiptoe, I looked at the plate of fragrant French fries on the high table!

[Oh my god, how did you know I wanted to eat French fries?] Yan Bao used her hands and feet, but still couldn't climb up. Who told her to have short legs? She could only look at Madam Shen pitifully: [Mom, hug me!]