"Oh, Mom, are you planning to give these away?" Qin Jiale wondered. With just a few of them, making so much would be too much to eat. Fried rice sugar can be kept, but shrimp pancakes can't, as they won't taste good the next time. They're only delicious when freshly fried, aromatic, and flavorful, but when cooled they are not the same.
So she didn't understand why her mother wanted her to make so many. Could it be to give to Auntie Wu's family or maybe the village chief's wife's family?
"Just do as you're told, don't ask so many questions," Nangong Shulan really felt like giving this clueless daughter of hers a flick on the forehead. Couldn't she see that her teacher and classmates were feeling awkward?
