Xu Shike took a look at the unfinished oven in front of him, nodded, and then shook his head.

Jiang Shanshan was confused by his behavior. "What do you mean by this? Is what I did right or wrong?"

Seeing that she was getting anxious with him, Xu Shike smiled and immediately coaxed her, "Don't worry, I didn't say that the oven you made is bad. In fact, the one you made now is already pretty good, but it needs some more corrections to make it more perfect."

After hearing what he said, Jiang Shanshan knew in her heart that this man was actually just trying to coax her.

"Don't try to coax me. Just tell me if I did something wrong. Don't worry about me. I'm not as fragile as you think." She pushed him gently with a smile on her face.

After Xu Shike stood firm, he smiled.

At this time, he put down what he was doing, walked over, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Come on, let me do it, you just direct me from the side."

As soon as he finished speaking, he put his hands in the mud and started digging.

Jiang Shanshan opened her mouth and wanted to tell him to stop, but now seeing that his hands were dirty, she had to swallow the words back.

Now that his hands were dirty, he might as well keep them dirty a little longer.

Half an hour later, Jiang Shanshan looked at the finished product in front of him and couldn't help but sigh that the oven he had made before was simply a hodgepodge.

"You go get the ingredients for baking cookies. My son and I will heat up the oven here." The father and son sat in a row next to the oven.

Seeing this, Jiang Shanshan pursed his lips and smiled, clapped his hands, stood up and said, "Alright then, I'll leave this to you two. I'll go get the materials."

The flour and eggs at home are ready.

Only the butter was from the mall.

After half an hour, the dough was ready.

A family of three gathered around the oven, making the cookie shapes they wanted with their hands.

After playing for a while, when little Dudu put the cookie shape in his hand on the iron plate, a thing that looked like poop stood there.

The young couple looked over at the same time, and when they saw the somewhat disgusting shape, they couldn't help laughing.

"Dudu, can we not make it in this shape? This cookie is for eating. If you make it in this shape, won't it taste good?" Jiang Shanshan had no choice but to persuade the little guy with this novel idea of ​​his son, hoping that he could change his mind.

Little Dudu pursed his thin lips, with a serious look on his face, "It looks good, I want this one."

Seeing his son's resoluteness in not changing, Jiang Shanshan sighed and compromised, "Okay, if you want this shape, then let's do it."

It took the family of three almost half an hour to make the cookies into the right shapes.

Next is to turn off the furnace.

There are several large pieces of wood burning in the stove. After the wood is burned out, the charcoal produced can burn for a long time.

The next day, when the oven was turned on, a plate of strange-shaped cookies came out of the oven.

The biscuits on the iron plate are baked golden yellow, and they make a crispy sound when you bite them. Just the smell of them can whet your appetite.

As soon as the biscuit was taken out, little Dudu immediately stretched out his chubby little hand and put it on the poop-shaped biscuit.

The little guy took a bite with satisfaction, and the next second, his little eyes lit up.

"Mom, it's delicious. It's even better than what Xiaofei's mom cooks." Little Dudu said happily.