Therefore, Yan Lixia was cold and sneezed.

Yan Qiao heard the noise and came over:

"You kid, why haven't you gone to bed yet?"

"Dad, you are back. I made fried buns for you, waiting for you!"

Yan Lixia said, quickly turned around and ran to the kitchen.

Yan Qiao's anger was mostly dissipated immediately, and he muttered happily:

"It's better to have your daughter by your side, so considerate!"

"Little cotton-padded jacket, really a little cotton-padded jacket, hehe!"

Soon, Yan Lixia brought out the fried buns and placed them on the table.

The smile on Yan Qiao's face was frozen:

"Daughter, what is this?"

"Oh, I made fried buns according to the method you taught me..."

Yan Lixia's voice became quieter and quieter, until finally it sounded like a mosquito humming:

"Although it doesn't look very good, it tastes good. I've tasted it, and it has a bit of caramel flavor, hehehe!"

Yan Qiao twitched his lips and believed it!

A mouthful of fried buns was put into his mouth, and Yan Qiao's expression became stiff again.

Forcing himself to swallow it whole, Yan Qiao praised him sincerely:
Chapter completed!