"Grandma." Qin Huai said to remind, "You don't need to taste other snacks on this table. You can keep the dried tangerine peel tea for thirsty when you play mahjong at night. You can eat Sandianbao tomorrow morning, but Guoer you

I must try it tonight.”

"This is your grandson's signature dish in Huang Ji, and I went to the magazine." Qin Huai began to boast about himself.

"Yes, yes, grandma, didn't I take a photo for you? There is such a long queue at Huang Ji's door, and people start queuing up before dawn every day just to eat my brother's fruit."

Grandma Qin suddenly felt that seven-point full is not full, and nine-point full is just right.

Grandma Qin squinted her eyes and looked around the table, not knowing Guoer: "Which snack is Guoer?"

"This!" Qin Luo stood up and took it to Grandma Qin, and chose the ugliest one very considerately, "Grandma, just break it apart and eat it!"

"Yes, yes, taste the taste." Qin Huai also echoed wildly.

Qin Xiuli had long noticed the fruit on the table, and she counted the ugliest ones in the table of beautiful snacks.

While eating the last glutinous rice dumpling, Qin Xiuli murmured to He Hua: "I remember that Huaihuai enrolled in an art interest class when he was a child? It's useless to learn it."

"Speak softly, don't let Huaihuai hear it."

Qin Huai didn't hear Qin Xiuli and his wife muttering, but he heard Grandma Qin's muttering.

"Old man, did I remember that Huaihuai learned to draw when he was a child? The painting was quite good. The President Qin of the Welfare Institute showed me the colorful ones. Why is it now..."

Qinhuai:...

Grandma, don’t talk to your elder brother, your aesthetic taste is also a bit worrying.

"This is called art. Have you never seen it when watching videos? Abstract art!" Mr. Qin was very confident.

Grandma Qin was puzzled, so she could only look at the abstract art carefully and felt that she might not really understand art, and it was better to look colorful.

Grandma Qin broke the fruit hard, but it didn't work out. The gravy flowed out along the dough. Grandma Qin hurriedly came up to suck it.

In an instant, Grandma Qin's eyes widened.

As a dessert, the taste of fruit is very layered.

It has the skin of noodles, which is slightly hard and has a unique taste and is not bad to taste. If you only eat the skin in the first bite, you will think it is a very standard chewy white pasta dessert.

Peel off the outer layer that was deliberately hard to make the skin hard to shape, and the skin inside also has a different taste.

The skin in the middle is soft, and the skin in the innermost is soft and soaked in soup.

Just like the bun skin, some people love the most is the skin that is closest to the meat filling of a big meat bun, soaked in soup, it tastes oily and fragrant, and thinks it is the essence.

The innermost layer of skin of the noodles is undoubtedly the plus version of the large meat foreskin.

It looks oily, but the carrot puree tastes nicely to dilute the oil.

It is the sweet fragrance of the gravy, the joy of finishing it with steamed buns dipped in vegetable soup, the perfect combination of fat and carbohydrate, and the essence of real fruit.

It is impossible for normal people to eat fruit in one bite.

Grandma Qin ate it in one bite.

This is the first time she has eaten.

Grandma Qin had never understood why anyone would be willing to queue up for dinner. It was so boring to queue up. Not only did she feel tired when she stood there, but her back hurts after standing for a long time.

When Grandma Qin was young, she hated queuing the most, but she always had to queue up. She had to queue up for food delivery. During the Chinese New Year, she had to queue up for shopping at the supply and marketing cooperative in the town, she had to queue up for buying things, she had to queue up for taking a ox cart, she had to queue up for taking a bus, and she had to buy train tickets.

Need to queue up.

Sometimes Grandma Qin surfs the internet at home and watches short videos. When everyone's comment on the hot restaurant is that it's absurd to have a queue for hours.

She didn't even want to line up to get eggs.

Young people in this big city are too idle and don’t go to work? Are the things in the restaurant that are that delicious? You have to eat for hours.

Now, Grandma Qin understands.

What is a few hours?

What the old man lacks the most is time!

Start queuing before dawn?

Coincidentally, I wake up before dawn every day, and I really don’t go to work, I’m professional and can rank!

Grandma Qin chewed her mouth in big mouthfuls, originally just watching the gravy flow out and was afraid of wasting her money. Then, but then, the small piece of fruit disappeared.

"Himmer." Grandma Qin burped a very unhealthy burp.

After taking a look at the remaining half of the fruit, Grandma Qin stuffed the fruit into Mr. Qin: "You eat the rest."

Mr. Qin took the fruit.

Mr. Qin originally wanted to eat the Dream Suan Meng Seed Bread, but he thought the sesame cake looked delicious. There were sesame seeds on it, and it was covered with meat filling and it was so beautiful.

Mr. Qin knows sesame cakes very well. He knows that this kind of sesame cakes should be eaten while it is hot, and it will not taste good when it is cold.

Unfortunately, his wife gave him the unfinished fruit, and after eating the fruit, she couldn't eat the sesame cakes.

The old lady is really good. She can’t finish eating and keep it for tomorrow. Isn’t the snacks on the thirty night every year like this? I have to give it to him, forget it, just take it and eat it.

Mr. Qin bit it down with one bite.

Mr. Qin forgot to realize his dream and Shaobing.

Sesame cake? What sesame cake? What is sesame cake? Is it very important?

Mr. Qin took a bite of the fruit.

This is the ugly...dssert he likes to eat.

What is this dim sum called?

Fruit...she?
Chapter completed!