"It doesn't taste like bread at all. The texture is tender and smooth, just like eating fried milk pudding," Xiao Mo said, squinting his eyes in delight.
Ye Fei also made him one with fruit jam, using the same method, just replacing the inside with fruit jam.
This way it tastes even more like milk and fruit jam pudding.
The little guy ate with satisfaction, and only then did Ye Fei tell him the good news: "Your Uncle Zhao said that on the day of the competition, Uncle Xiao can take you to watch the match."
The little guy was momentarily stunned by the unexpected surprise.
With a piece of sandwich still stuffed in his mouth, he forgot to chew and just stood there with his mouth open, staring at Ye Fei.
Ye Fei reached out to close his jaw, "Eat your food."
Only then did the little guy remember to keep eating, "Really? Is Uncle really that nice?"
