Su Wenxu suddenly stopped when he was only half a step away from the kitchen.

"What does this smell like? It smells very familiar."

He frowned and thought about it carefully, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

This is the thing that smelled very strong just now, but the smell is weak now.

After sneaking into the kitchen, Su Wenxu quietly moved the steamer cover out a crack.

Suddenly, the white mist could not be blocked, blocking his sight.

The heat leaked, and Su Zhiyu immediately looked back and couldn't help but look dark.

"Fourth brother, what are you doing?"

Hawthorn milk balls are very particular.

If it is not steamed well, it will easily break.

A shout scared Su Wenxu.

"ah!"

He shook his hand and directly overturned the steamer cover to the ground.

Seeing the steamer lids that had been spinning several circles on the ground, Su Wenxu looked embarrassed.

"I...I didn't mean it."

Su Zhiyu didn't get angry and chased Su Wenxu, and he would be two people thrilling.

It was not until Su Wenxu almost knelt down and begged for mercy that she let go.

Seeing that the hawthorn milk balls that had dissipated in the steamer did not break, Su Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief.

She stepped forward and blew the remaining mist, revealing the true appearance of the hawthorn milk ball.

"Fortunately, it's already steamed, otherwise it will look good with you."

"Who made our baby Jinpiao angry?"

Old Sutou supported Old Mrs. Su and walked in slowly from outside the stove door.

Su Wenxu immediately stood aside and kept blinking at Su Zhiyu.

That little look of praying was even pitiful, Su Zhiyu was both angry and annoyed.

"No one!"

She gritted her teeth, glared at Su Wenxu with hatred, and then took a few breaths.

After her emotions cooled down, she changed into a gentle smile and welcomed Mrs. Su to the stool and sat down.

"Milk, I just made some hawthorn milk balls, and the milk will help me try it."

"Okay, okay!"

Old Mrs. Su squirmed the corners of her mouth, very happy.

She naturally wants to taste what her baby granddaughter makes.

Su Zhiyu hurriedly took out two small plates, one filled with honey and the other filled with sugar.

Then she took out a few steamed hawthorn milk balls from the steamer and put them in a small bowl, and brought them to Old Mrs. Su.

Seeing this, Su Wenxu was so greedy that he swallowed his saliva.

Seeing this, Old Mrs. Su waved to her with a smile.

"If you want to eat, come and try it together!"

Upon hearing this, Su Wenxu was overjoyed and pulled Su Wenxuan beside him and joined the side of Mrs. Su.

"Thank you for your breasts."

Before Old Mrs. Su could share the food, they reached out to take one of them.

The hawthorn milk ball was still a little hot as soon as he got it, so he tinked it for a few tinkering and threw it into his mouth.

But before they could chew it for a few times, a sour smell filled their mouths, and the two of them instantly turned into bitter melon faces.

"Milk...this is so sour!"

Old Mrs. Su was very happy and pushed the two small discs at hand.

"Zhiyu said he wanted to dip this."

"ah?"

Su Wenxu twisted his face, and the hawthorn in his mouth wanted to vomit but didn't dare.

"Milk, why didn't you say it earlier!"

He swallowed the sour and numb hawthorn milk balls in his mouth. He took several sips of water, which relieved one or two.

Seeing that Su Wenxu was defeated, Su Zhiyu felt much more balanced.

"I deserve it!"

She said heartless words, but she picked up a hawthorn milk ball and wrapped it in honey, dipped it in white sugar and stuffed it into Su Wenxu's mouth.

"Try it again."

Now, as soon as the hawthorn milk balls were put into their mouths, the taste immediately became different.

The sour and sweet taste is mixed with a faint milky aroma.
Chapter completed!