After dressing well, I became popular with my culinary skills

Chapter 52

Chapter 52

    Pleasure is usually built on the pain of others.

    Su Yao once thought it was impossible to say this, but when she saw that Mark was helpless with a pot of sticky sugar water, and scratched the back of his head frantically, she finally realized this kind of happiness.

    Check it out.

    This looks very much like how she used to practice drawing!

    I have no patience, and I am entangled in candy in minutes.

    Especially...

    there is a grumpy little brat next to me, and I am even more worried.

    "Daddy, why is your candy black? It's not the same as the one made by the pretty sister." The

    string in Ian's hand was displayed and presented to his mother. He didn't eat a single bite. It was a stack of 'finished products' made by my father. The color was ugly, and it exuded a faint burnt smell. Even the 'gauze' wrapped around the strawberries was gone.

    One piece of candy in the east and one piece of candy in the west.

    Messy and unattractive.

    Children are all visual creatures, and they hesitated to see the not-so-beautiful candy before eating it. Some are not so bitter, and he spit it out quickly, pooh pooh, turned his head and took the two strings that Su Yao made before and ran away.

    The little eyes are very disgusting.

    Mark's three thousand troubles disappeared one by one. Seeing that he was so disrespectful, he quickly grabbed his own child and said with a smile like a wolf grandmother: "My dear little baby, don't rush to leave, Dad. It's absolutely delicious than making it again!"

    "..."

    Ian struggled to no avail, gave up, and squinted at him, as if to say: Really? I do not believe.

    The more this is the case, the more Mark can’t let him go. He simply boils a pot of sugar water and makes it again, but the heat is a little goblin. , but within a few seconds, the sugar water has already changed color, exuding a faint burnt smell.

    "I'm leaving, bye."

    Ian abandoned his old father without hesitation and left without looking back.

    Mark became even more bald. He turned his head to look at the pot, scolded lowly and then bent down to make it again. He couldn't believe that he couldn't pull out the candy. Others could, but why couldn't he?

    Pot after pot of sugar water ended in failure.

    Mark couldn't do anything about it.

    "Ding--"

    At this moment, the oven made a slight noise.

    Not long after, a unique aroma of wheat spread in the kitchen. It was very familiar. It was the smell of the Caesar bread that Mark made several ovens before opening every day.

    "Try it?"

    Su Yao gestured to Mark with freshly baked bread, feeling a little uncertain.

    Mark looked at it first and then tasted it, and finally said: "The moisture is not enough, the inside is too dry, it would be better if it was more moisturizing. Of course, it can be seen that you are more familiar with the opposite point, and the shape and size of the package are similar, continue to maintain."