Chapter 217
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Lu Zhu mixed up the flour, congealed her eyebrows and thought about it, then began to make shapes according to her own ideas.
The baby looked at Lu Zhu in amazement and said, "little pig, is this uncle Shuo? I want to be a baby, too. "
"Wait a minute, I'll make biscuit baby when Uncle Shuo's number is enough. Please count it for my aunt first, and call me when it's ninety-nine." Lu Zhu said while doing it.
"Ah, do you have to do so much?" Baby Leng will, and then looked at the table more and more ink Shuo, really began to count.
Lu Zhu finally finished ninety-nine people with different facial expressions, and then made dozens of baby shaped ones according to the baby's requirements. Finally, to see how much flour there was, she simply made ten master styles of the remaining flour, and sure enough, the flour was just right.
Lu Zhu smiles and tells the masters how to operate, then stands by and looks at the oven quietly
A considerate master brought two chairs from outside. Lu Zhu sat on the chair, watching the oven for a moment, but thinking about how to punish Mo Shuo later.
Lu Zhu saw that it was almost time, so she got up to look for seasoning in the kitchen.
When Lu Zhu turns over the biscuits in the oven, she adds different flavors to the biscuits with different expressions. After that, Lu Zhu kept smiling at the oven.
In modern times, men and women in love usually express their love with roses. In ancient times Hehe, Luzhu looks at the oven thief and laughs. These biscuits are her feelings for Mo Shuo
Although the oven hasn't been turned on yet, the smell of biscuits has come out. The masters are greedily sniffing the smell of biscuits
Lu Zhu took the bamboo basket from the master, went forward to open the oven, and put all the hot golden inks into the basket. Fortunately, ninety-nine inks were intact.
Lu Zhu asked the teachers to follow her steps and put the rest of the baby biscuits in the oven with the biscuit master. Then she took "Mo Shuo" to one side.
"Piggy, is this biscuit for uncle Shuo?" Baoding looks at the shape curiously, and the ink with different expressions is confused.
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Lu Zhu mixed up the flour, congealed her eyebrows and thought about it, then began to make shapes according to her own ideas.
The baby looked at Lu Zhu in amazement and said, "little pig, is this uncle Shuo? I want to be a baby, too. "
"Wait a minute, I'll make biscuit baby when Uncle Shuo's number is enough. Please count it for my aunt first, and call me when it's ninety-nine." Lu Zhu said while doing it.
"Ah, do you have to do so much?" Baby Leng will, and then looked at the table more and more ink Shuo, really began to count.
Lu Zhu finally finished ninety-nine people with different facial expressions, and then made dozens of baby shaped ones according to the baby's requirements. Finally, to see how much flour there was, she simply made ten master styles of the remaining flour, and sure enough, the flour was just right.
Lu Zhu smiles and tells the masters how to operate, then stands by and looks at the oven quietly
A considerate master brought two chairs from outside. Lu Zhu sat on the chair, watching the oven for a moment, but thinking about how to punish Mo Shuo later.
Lu Zhu saw that it was almost time, so she got up to look for seasoning in the kitchen.
When Lu Zhu turns over the biscuits in the oven, she adds different flavors to the biscuits with different expressions. After that, Lu Zhu kept smiling at the oven.
In modern times, men and women in love usually express their love with roses. In ancient times Hehe, Luzhu looks at the oven thief and laughs. These biscuits are her feelings for Mo Shuo
Although the oven hasn't been turned on yet, the smell of biscuits has come out. The masters are greedily sniffing the smell of biscuits
Lu Zhu took the bamboo basket from the master, went forward to open the oven, and put all the hot golden inks into the basket. Fortunately, ninety-nine inks were intact.
Lu Zhu asked the teachers to follow her steps and put the rest of the baby biscuits in the oven with the biscuit master. Then she took "Mo Shuo" to one side.
"Piggy, is this biscuit for uncle Shuo?" Baoding looks at the shape curiously, and the ink with different expressions is confused.
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Lu Zhu mixed up the flour, congealed her eyebrows and thought about it, then began to make shapes according to her own ideas. The baby looked at Lu Zhu in amazement and said, "little pig, is this uncle Shuo? I want to be a baby, too. " "Wait a minute, I'll make biscuit baby when Uncle Shuo's number is enough. Please count it for my aunt first, and call me when it's ninety-nine." Lu Zhu said while doing it. "Ah, do you have to do so much?" Baby Leng will, and then looked at the table more and more ink Shuo, really began to count. Lu Zhu finally finished ninety-nine people with different facial expressions, and then made dozens of baby shaped ones according to the baby's requirements. Finally, to see how much flour there was, she simply made ten master styles of the remaining flour, and sure enough, the flour was just right. Lu Zhu smiles and tells the masters how to operate, then stands by and looks at the oven quietly A considerate master brought two chairs from outside. Lu Zhu sat on the chair, watching the oven for a moment, but thinking about how to punish Mo Shuo later. Lu Zhu saw that it was almost time, so she got up to look for seasoning in the kitchen. When Lu Zhu turns over the biscuits in the oven, she adds different flavors to the biscuits with different expressions. After that, Lu Zhu kept smiling at the oven. In modern times, men and women in love usually express their love with roses. In ancient times Hehe, Luzhu looks at the oven thief and laughs. These biscuits are her feelings for Mo Shuo Although the oven hasn't been turned on yet, the smell of biscuits has come out. The masters are greedily sniffing the smell of biscuits Lu Zhu took the bamboo basket from the master, went forward to open the oven, and put all the hot golden inks into the basket. Fortunately, ninety-nine inks were intact. Lu Zhu asked the teachers to follow her steps and put the rest of the baby biscuits in the oven with the biscuit master. Then she took "Mo Shuo" to one side. "Piggy, is this biscuit for uncle Shuo?" Baoding looks at the shape curiously, and the ink with different expressions is confused. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
