Transformed into Little Fubao, known as the Little Expert in Pitfalls

Then continue to roll it into thin pancakes, prepare one or two, and start heating the oil pan.

Originally, it is necessary to apply a thin layer of oil before putting the dough into the pan to fry. However, because there is still a layer of oil from boiling lard in the pan, it is directly put in to fry.

Wang Yitong put the dough in and waited for two or three minutes. When she saw the color of the cake changed, she flipped it over quickly with a spatula. Her movements were so quick that no one would notice her movements if no one was watching.

Wang Yitong was watching the whole process, and when she saw it was almost done, she quickly turned it over until both sides were completely fried golden brown, then she took it out neatly.

Just like that, rolling, turning and scooping, the work that should have been done by two people was done by her alone in an orderly, neat and clean manner.

After more than half an hour, Wang Yitong finally finished making the pancakes.

There were more than thirty lard pancakes on the big tray. They were big and round, and exuded the aroma of meat and vegetables. They made people hungry at first sight and wanted to eat as much as they could.

After Wang Yitong finished, she covered the fire core in the earthen stove, washed her hands, turned around and prepared to go to the outer room to call Yingbao and the others to eat. However, just as she reached the door, she suddenly seemed to remember something. She turned back and took a kitchen knife, and cut the thirty or so pancakes three times, once to the left, once up and down, and once in the middle.

Wang Yitong cut the baked lard pancake into many small triangles, making it easier to eat.

"Oh yeah."

……

Wang Yitong walked briskly and in less than a moment, he reached the outer room.

I could only vaguely hear the three little guys whispering, but I couldn't make out what they were saying specifically.

I pushed the door open and looked out, oh my god, why can't I hear anything?

I saw Yingbao, Ye Mingchen and Ye Zilin, the three little guys, looking at each other, whispering something. It was amazing that Wang Yitong could hear that her youngest son was so excited that he couldn't take back his words.

"No...what? Does my youngest son mean no?"

Wang Yitong thought to herself, and calmly said, "What were you talking about just now, face to face? And your voices were so low?"

Yingbao, Ye Mingchen, and Ye Zilin looked at each other and said in unison: "Mother... Third Aunt, we didn't say anything."

As he spoke, he shook his head seriously, as if nothing had happened, as if Wang Yiting was just overthinking it.

……

"Oh my god!" It's all because of the little brother's personality of not knowing what to do when he has food to eat. This crybaby boy must have been heard by his mother what he said loudly just now. Even if she didn't hear it all, she must have heard one or two words.

If she hadn't practiced advanced martial arts and heard her mother's footsteps, stopping her brother from talking, she would have been scolded again.

As Yingbao thought about it, he couldn't help but glare at his brother Ye Mingchen fiercely.

Ye Mingchen looked at Yingbao with puzzled eyes, and couldn't help but ask in his heart, "How did he offend my little sister Yingbao? Why are you glaring at him?" Looking at Yingbao's eyes, it was as if she wanted to pull out the tendons and skin me, her little brother.

"Mmm... Mom, come and take your precious son Zilin home. The atmosphere between Yingbao, Mingchen, and Third Aunt is so weird. It makes his scalp tingle."

It looked like Ye Zilin was standing there quietly and obediently, but actually a big drama had already been going on in his heart.