His expression became solemn.
It turned out that her life was so bad.
"Ah," Becca cried, "Daddy, I've figured out a way to get Mommy to have lunch with us."
"Tell me about it."
"Dad, we can pack the food at noon every day into a lunch box, and then have someone send it to Mom's company for Mom to eat, so that Mom can eat the same food as us at noon every day."
He looked at his daughter and chuckled.
It's a good idea.
Her daughter is as smart as he is.
"But," Becca said unhappily, pouting as she looked at the messy food on the table, "but we have already eaten the food to Daddy, and Grandpa Greta said that it was not only rude but unhygienic to give the food to others.
So we shouldn't put these eaten foods in a lunch box and give them to my mother. ” She didn't know what hygiene was.
Not a good thing in short.
Right He nodded, "You really can't take these things to your mother." ” "Then Dad, let's start delivering lunch boxes to Mom tomorrow, let's not deliver them today."
Becca watched as her father revealed her plan carefully.
"No, I'll send it now."
He didn't allow her to eat things that weren't nutritious every day.
"But we've already eaten it, Daddy."
He hooked his lips slightly, "Then let's cook together and make a new one for your mother, how about it?"
Becca opened her mouth happily, then stood up and clapped her palms happily.
"It's great, my favorite food" Hee-hee Happy.
Father and daughter were busy in the kitchen.
Becca stood at the washbasin, rubbing the puree from the potatoes with her small, gloved hands, while her father cut beef on a nearby cutting board.
The picture looks harmonious, but it's actually terrible.
Becca didn't know that to wipe the mashed potatoes was to wash the potatoes first, and scrape the mud on the top of the potatoes with her little hands.
She complained carefully as she shaved.
Why should these potatoes grow with the soil?
Dirt is such a big badass.
It's going to cause people trouble Her father, on the other hand, didn't know how to cut the beef along the grain, so he slice it into slices and put it in a glass bowl, then walked to the counter with the sauce and spooned it to the flavoring agent.
He didn't know much about how to make the beef taste good, so he added a spoonful of each flavoring agent and stirred it with chopsticks.
Half an hour later The father and daughter tossed for more than half an hour, and finally made a few stacks of dishes.
They looked at the dishes on the kitchen table, and the two of them frowned together as if they were molded.
Becca, who was sitting on the stool, held his face in a flower-like manner, raised his head and looked at his father who was standing on the side, and asked, "Dad, do you think these foods can be eaten?"
He looked at the stack of potato fried beef on the table, which was boiled like mashed potatoes, paused for a moment, frowned, and said, "It should" "I'll try it."
He picked up his chopsticks, took a little and put them in his mouth.
Becca made a terrible expression, her little hands covering her face, as if her father was eating raw vipers instead of potatoes.
She didn't want that expression either.
But the food is really scary.
It's going to scare her cute baby to death.
"The taste is okay, it's just too badly cooked."
He put down his chopsticks and looked at his daughter.
Becca then put down her little hand. oshow7 t1706231537: