It's not yet 8 o'clock.
Huang Tao had already finished frying the last two pans of pan-fried buns and cooking the last two pots of sesame rice balls.
The rest of the tasks were handed over to his three capable assistants.
As for him,
he needed to take Xuanxuan to school.
He walked over to his daughter's special dining table and softly asked, "Xuanxuan, are you full?"
"Daddy, I'm full..."
Xuanxuan, touching her round little belly, leaned back in her special chair with a giggle at Huang Tao.
There was still half a bowl of century egg and lean meat congee left, but it was just because her little daughter couldn't eat anymore.
Whether it was the crispy and delicious fried rice balls, the rich and smooth century egg congee, or the juicy pan-fried buns,
Xuanxuan loved them all.
She never got tired of them!
"Then tomorrow morning, Daddy will make you fried rice balls again."
