Half an hour later in the kitchen.
Flour was scattered everywhere: on the cutting board, on the floor, in the vegetable basin, on the marble counter!
A complete mess!
And his little face, little hands, and clothes were covered with white powder—he looked just like a little snowman.
Little Junjun, who was using a mixer to vigorously stir in a stainless steel pot, his arms so sore they could barely move, asked, "Granny Rong, do you think the batter is good enough now?"
Granny Rong glanced at it and shook her head. "Not yet, you need to beat it more!"
"Oh, then I'll continue!" Little Junjun took a deep breath and started to stir again!
After all, he was just a child, and soon he ran out of energy!
Granny Rong, standing by, felt sorry for the child. She was also anxious. "Let me do it instead!"
"No way, this is for Mom, it's a token of my heart for her. How could I let you do it for me!" Little Junjun adamantly refused.
