"Take this out, she's getting anxious."
Grandma handed a plate of fried brown sugar rice cakes to Shen Siyuan.
Shen Siyuan took the plate, not afraid of the heat, he directly picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.
Brown sugar rice cake is considered a specialty food of Qiong Province, many families make it, but the taste varies, yet Shen Siyuan always felt that Grandma's brown sugar rice cake was the best, it carried the taste of the New Year, the taste of home...
It's just that the making process is troublesome, so he only gets to eat Grandma's handmade ones during the New Year.
Of course, besides Shen Siyuan, his mother Huang Huijuan also loved to eat it.
Just as Shen Siyuan was reaching out to grab another piece, his hand was slapped by Grandma, who said irritably, "Your mother hasn't even tasted it yet, and you already want to finish it all by yourself."
"Who told Grandma to make it so delicious?" Shen Siyuan laughed.
