Ruan Su steamed all the weird-shaped buns made by the children into the pot.
Then he started to cook other things. The children were tired from playing now, so they followed Jian Qiqi and Song Yan out of the kitchen.
After about thirty minutes, the buns will be steamed.
Several little guys have been waiting outside for a long time.
As soon as I heard that the time was up, I couldn't wait to rush over.
"This is my first time making steamed buns. I want my parents to try them."
"I want grandma to eat it."
"So beautiful! Wow, the one you made is so ugly."
"Why is there something shaped like poop here? Ugh? Who did it?"
The little guys kept talking and talking, and after a while they put the buns on their own plates and rushed out happily.
Sure enough, after a while, Ruan Su saw that Song Jiayan and Jian Qiqi had updated again in the circle of friends on his mobile phone.
Served with steaming steamed buns, "My son made steamed buns for the first time and wanted me to eat them."
"I'm so touched. My son has grown up and can steam buns."
Even the copywriting is similar.
After about half an hour or so, the pastries and side dishes requested by the children were ready.
The servant took them all out.
Almost all the buns made by the children were tasted by the adults, and they were very hungry now.
They didn't want to eat anything at the banquet, they just wanted to eat what Ruan Su had cooked.
Seeing them eating happily around the small table, Ruan Su also had a faint smile on his lips.
Bo Xingzhi came over and hugged her waist, "Do you want the children to make their own bowls of noodles again?"
This is a first birthday party, so it would be unreasonable not to eat longevity noodles.
Although I've had it in Jianmen, I haven't had it at home yet. It was organized in advance in Jianmen, and the real first-year banquet is tonight.
"That's a good suggestion." Ruan Su nodded. Seeing that the children had almost eaten, he invited them to come over and make longevity noodles.
"I want to roll the noodles with my own hands. You can follow my steps and learn step by step. Then you can cook a bowl of noodles for your parents to eat, or you can eat it yourself." Ruan Su said to the children gently, "Now I want to
The dough is ready.”
There is a small basin in front of each child. There is also a little flour in the basin, and a bowl of water in the small bowl next to it.
Everyone then followed Ruan Su's lead in making noodles.
Jian Qiqi and Song Jiayan were washing onions and making some minced meat.
When their respective noodles were cooked and taken out of the pot, the little ones were very excited.
"It's delicious, it's delicious! Fortunately, I didn't eat a lot of pastries just now, and now I still have the stomach for noodles." Su Jinghuai grinned.
Song Jingyao raised the bowl in front of Jian Qiqi, "Mom, eat, you can try the noodles I made."
Seeing this happy scene together, everyone was very happy.
But happy moments are always short-lived.
The banquet did not break up until late at night. After all the guests left one after another, Ye Yanjin and Jin Nanhe came over dragging their tired bodies.
The children were already tired from playing, some had fallen asleep and were taken back by their parents.
The triplets were still energetic and not sleepy.
Especially the second eldest child, Bo Leyao, is quite a bit crazy.
"Are you tired? Do you want a bowl of noodles?" Ruan Su looked at the rolled noodles, and there was still some left.
