Don't be too sweet

Chapter 787 Picking Bones ([-])

Chapter 787 Picking Bones ([-])
Fresh flour, old flour dumplings, water, oil, salt, sugar, etc.

Mama Zhang felt that it was unreliable to use the old flour used for bread, which was not comfortable, but she still did it according to He Shanshan's idea.

According to He Shanshan's request, Zhang Ma adjusted the dough, waited for a while, and then poured oil into it to knead.

She found that the dough that was poured into the oil and kneaded looked very bright and beautiful, and she was a little surprised.

When the fried dough sticks came out of the pan, Mama Zhang didn't know what to say.

Obviously looking at such a small strip of flour, how can it rise to such a large strip after being fried?
"This is called fried dough sticks," He Shanshan introduced with a smile.

Mama Zhang had to admire He Shanshan.

"Mistress, the idea in your mind is amazing! How could you think of such a method?"

"I'm special," He Shanshan couldn't explain, so she just said those four words of narcissism.

Before Mama Zhang prepared fried dough sticks, He Shanshan asked Mama Zhang to make soy milk.

For breakfast, there are soy milk and fried dough sticks, as well as porridge, side dishes and steamed buns. It is a very rich breakfast.

After preparing the food, He Shanshan and Zhang Ma put the breakfast on the table together.

The moment the fritters were on the table, it had already attracted everyone's attention.

"Hey, this is the same color as milk, so it can't be milk?" Yang Wu couldn't wait to ask his own question.

"This is called deep-fried dough sticks, and this can be called soy milk or soy milk," He Shanshan explained with a smile.

"It looks delicious," Yang Wu's eyes lit up.

"Well, it's delicious, no matter how you eat it, you won't get tired of it," He Shanshan teased herself.

She used to eat soy milk fritters a lot in her previous life, even if her parents in her previous life advised her to eat less fritters, she still couldn't help but buy them every now and then.

Together with Zhang Ma, He Shanshan brought two tables and put a copy on each table.

"This is?"

Yang Qi couldn't help frowning.

"It's a bit crowded for us to eat at one table, so I thought it would be easier to eat at two tables," He Shanshan replied with a smile.

Yang Qi was already muttering in his heart, he didn't think that was the case.

But think about it, every time before eating delicious food, you have to eat all kinds of Du Meier's dislikes, and it's unpleasant to eat, so it's better to eat separately.

Yang Jiu glanced at Father Du.

Father Du couldn't help smiling wryly in his eyes. He understood, so he took the initiative to sit on one of the tables and motioned for Mother Du and the others to sit at that table too.

Mother Du frowned, knowing that the portions are arranged according to the number of people, but she still couldn't help frowning.

Brothers Du Yuanda and Du Chengming didn't think it was a big deal. After all, every time my younger sister ate delicious food made by others, she would turn her back on the other person. It would be very polite to just eat at separate tables.

Seeing that Yang Jiu was sitting at another table, Du Meier immediately gave up on keeping an eye on Du Mu and the others, and sat with Yang Jiu and the others.

"Mei'er!" Mother Du couldn't help but lower her face.

"He Shanshan must have done this on purpose! She just divided the tables into two on purpose, so as to divide the relationship between Father and Ninth Brother!" Du Meier said exaggeratedly.

In short, Du Meier was nitpicking towards He Shanshan, even if there were no thorns, she insisted on stuffing a few thorns in and then picking them out.

Since this is the case anyway, He Shanshan thought, then she might as well divide the table into two tables.

This is the origin of two tables for breakfast.

Father Du frowned when he heard Du Meier's words, and looked at Yang Jiu.

Yang Jiu glanced at the people in the restaurant, and only a few eyes fell on He Shanshan.

He said, "That's it."

(End of this chapter)