The fried milk in the oil pan is bubbling differently, and soon, it will become something that makes both kids and adults crave in tears.
"This batter is my special recipe, it will still be crispy even when it cools down. Once it cools a bit, I'll use a sealer to pack them into small bags, making it convenient to take along."
While speaking, Wang Fan took the first batch of fried milk out of the oil pan and set it aside to cool, then put the second batch in.
Zhuo Qianqian leaned over, just about to reach out and grab some fried milk from the plate, when Wang Fan grabbed her hand, "It's not ready yet, wait a bit if you want to sneak a taste."
"Hehehe..."
Despite having one hand caught, Zhuo Qianqian did not give up on her plan to sneak a taste; you've caught one hand, but my other hand is holding a spoon.
