Dr. Zhou took sun Yingying's paper, looked carefully, and suddenly realized, "I just want to come up with three kinds of drugs, but I didn't expect these two, wonderful, wonderful!"

Hearing Dr. Zhou's praise, old man Yun admired him more and was more confident that sun Yingying could cure his eldest grandson.

Sun Yingying didn't have time to pay attention to Dr. Zhou's self-talk. He came into the house with his schoolbag on his back.

She may be in puberty. Her stomach is so hungry, like a bottomless pit. Before dinner, sun Yingying wanted to find snacks to eat.

"Grandma, do we have anything to eat?" Sun Yingying asked. The cabinet was empty and there were no snacks.

Grandma sun smiled. "Don't worry. Your grandmother is baking bread. She said she would make you a sandwich later."

"Bread?" Sun Yingying was stunned. At this time, the tip of his nose smelled the fragrance, so he ran to the outside oven, and there was a simple small oven.

Wen Qingshu saw sun YingYing and smiled. "Wait, ha, it's ready right away. I'll invite you to wear delicious cheese bread later. There's red bean stuffing in it!"

"Mmm, it's delicious!" Sun Yingying nodded, stared at the oven with bright eyes, took a deep breath and wrote down, "grandma, you're so powerful. I'm drooling now."

Wen Qingshu smiled. "You're too young to drink coffee, but I can make milk tea. It's already boiling in the pot! No, I can only bake bread, cookies and pizza..."

"Oh, it's all my favorite." Sun Yingying nodded and looked at the oven built by perseverance with bright eyes. "It's so delicious, grandma, when can I eat it?"

"Fast, just five minutes." Wen Qingshu is very confident. Wearing a purple cheongsam today, he can make a beautiful picture even next to a simple and rough small oven.

Not far away, old man Yun looked this way while drinking tea.

Sun Yingying, like a little mouse who has been hungry for several days, revolves around the small earth oven, "Oh, it's so fragrant, so fragrant... Grandma, you're great. You're the most beautiful grandmother I've ever seen and can bake bread..."

"Ha ha!" Wen Qingshu's eyebrows opened and smiled. This granddaughter, it's not too many to give her 100. It's so lovely, "then you'll eat more later!"

"Uh huh!" Sun Yingying nodded, rubbed her hands, and looked expectantly at the earth oven.

After a while, Wen Qingshu opened the lid, put on thick leather gloves and brought out a tray from the inside, "Oh, it seems... It seems that it's overcooked..."

Sun Yingying couldn't wait to take out a yellow and crisp bread from the tray, "Oh, oh, it's so hot..."

Wen Qingshu also took off his gloves, picked up a lighter one, which was also scalded, threw the bread in his hand into the tray, and the scalded finger pinched the earlobe, "it's so hot, so hot..."

At this time, sun Yingying couldn't hold it and made the same move as Wen Qingshu.

Some little funny, some funny, but more interesting.

"It's burnt. It's hard outside. Don't eat it. I'll bake it later." Wen Qingshu couldn't cry or laugh. Sun Yingying praised it so well just now, but he didn't expect that this local oven is different from the oven in the United States. He didn't master it well. The next oven must be able to bake well.