After An Anjingjing went out of the toilet, the yam cake was eaten by the brother and sister of the meat cake. Jingjing moved the fastest and took a piece of yam cake to prepare for eating. But as soon as the pastry was delivered to her mouth, she stopped and sniffled suspiciously.

"Aunt Yuanyuan, is this a yam cake?" Jingjing asked.

"Where is it? Don't you like to eat yam cake the most?" Tang Yuanyuan replied.

Ye Qingqing was leaning against the sofa lazily, but she saw the strange red light again, which flashed in Tang Yuanyuan's eyes, but it was still fleeting. Ye Qingqing frowned slightly. The red light was so familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

And it is also possible that Tang Yuanyuan wore contact lenses. This girl has myopia and is not very good at the same time. Sometimes she wears glasses.

Jingjing smelled it again, put the yam cake back on the plate, and An An also put it back. He always followed his sister's pace.

Tang Yuanyuan's eyes flashed again, and she asked softly: "Why don't Jingjing eat it? Have you taken yam cake? Is it okay to make red date cake for you next time?"

"Yam cake is delicious, but the yam is broken and not delicious." Jingjing explained the reason.

Her sense of smell was very sensitive and could tell if there was a slight odor. The yam cake just now was obviously not right, and it was different from before. She couldn't eat it. Although An An couldn't smell it, he and his sister were in tune with each other and naturally knew it.

"It's not bad, it's delicious." The meat bun said in a slight voice. He grabbed a piece of yam cake in his hand. He had eaten most of it, and his chin was covered with a lot.

"It's delicious, Jingjing, your nose is broken, the cake is delicious."

The meatloaf had a bulging mouth, and he had eaten several pieces of it. His mother never got tired of eating the snacks she made every day.

"Your nose is broken, just eat it. You will know if your stomach hurts later."

Jingjing glared and took away the yam cake from the meat bun's hand. "We won't eat it. My sister will give you chocolate. Let your brother eat this bad cake."

The meat dumpling's eyes lit up, and he patted the fat man's hands and cheered, "Okay."

She likes chocolate the most.

The meatloaf simply took the plate over and said, "I'll eat it alone."

Not only did he look like Tiedan, but he also had the same appetite, but he was better than Lan.

The meat pie, who is only seven years old, has a bigger appetite than a middle-aged man. Fortunately, the Tang family runs a restaurant and has a big pot and a big stove. Otherwise, the rice cooker and meat pie can be eaten with two pots, so who can afford it?

Tang Yuanyuan frowned and said to herself, "I have checked all the freshest yams I have used, how come they are broken?"

"I eat well, no different from the ones before. Sometimes this girl Jingjing is just a silly girl. Yuanyuan, don't listen to her." Lin Shufang said with a smile, afraid that Tang Yuanyuan would think too much.

And she tasted really delicious, without any odor, just like before.

Tang Yuanyuan smiled and wanted to get a piece of yam cake to taste the taste. She was extremely rigorous about the food. Since someone raised an objection, she must figure it out, depending on whether it was a problem with the raw materials or the operation steps were wrong.

She had just walked to her son's meat pie. At this time, only two pieces of yam cake were left on the plate, and they all got into the meat pie's stomach. Tang Yuanyuan reached out to get one. Before she could eat it, the meat pie suddenly covered her stomach and started to hum.

"Oh, my stomach hurts so much..."
Chapter completed!