"How can you do it if you are not as tall as the stove?"

"I'll grow taller..."

"But, the gentleman is far away from the kitchen. Hong'er is the prince. When he grows up, he becomes the emperor. He cannot cook..."

"Can't even the emperor cook?"

"This... may not necessarily..." She was stunned and suddenly remembered Luo Jia. It seemed that once, when he saw the flames in the pot jumping up, the eldest man threw down the spatula and ran out!

What a distant thing!

What a distant memory!

She didn't make any noise for a moment.

"Empress Dowager, are you going to do it?"

"Quickly, don't worry, Hong'er will be ready to eat soon..."

He followed Fangfei like a little tail, and he followed Fangfei one step.

"Hong'er, be careful to get hot..."

Fangfei said while looking in the pot, she thought the oil had burned to 70% hot, so she gently put the apple cube down and fryed it gently until the outer skin of the apple was crisp and hard and golden, and poured out and placed aside.

"Mrs. What are you doing?"

"Drain the oil. Remove the oil so that it won't be so greasy."

"Can you eat it?"

"No, I haven't added sugar yet." Fangfei said while adding brown sugar to the oil in the original pot, stirring continuously with a spoon until the sugar melts and the sugar turns light yellow and sticks to the shredded ones. When the fried apples are turned and sprinkle them with sesame seeds. Suddenly, the room is full of fragrance.

Hong'er couldn't wait: "Empress Dowager, it smells so good, I want to eat..."

He stretched out his hand and came to grab it on the plate.

"Hong'er, don't be busy eating...it will be hot..."

The palace maids took out the silk-pulled apples, and Fangfei put a bowl of cold boiled water next to them. Then they picked up the apple pieces and soaked them in the cold boiled water before handing them to their son.

"Honger, eating this way is not hot and even more crispy. You can try it."
Chapter completed!