The three little brothers also got up and chased after him, while the maids who helped them watch the small stove moved the smoking oil pot to the ground, preventing it from burning on the fire.
"Mother, mother, it's bitter, it's bitter, the lotus petals are bitter."
The little baby shouted as he ran, knowing that his mother was also frying lotus petals, so he had to quickly remind her to stop.
"All the lotuses here are bitter, not tasty, mother, stop frying them, you're just wasting your effort." He didn't want his mother to work so hard for nothing, how unfair would that be!
"Let's make something else, other dishes are delicious."
An Jiuyue turned her head and looked at this silly son, using her chopsticks to put a lotus petal covered in batter into the oil pot, which made a 'sizzling' sound.
"Little fool, go help your father pick vegetables. Soon you can eat the fried lotus."
