Black-sesame cream toast

Recently, Dabao had been arguing about bread and had to hand over her work, and yesterday's work had ended early, and when he came home and saw the baby carrying bread with bags on the outside and having a long shelf life, he had a heartache for the baby, who had vowed to eat and bake because the baby could eat healthy and reassuring food. I: Dabao, is the bread good? Dabao: It's delicious. You see it's so white and black, it's so hard. I: How's the mother's cooking? SB: Of course not. I just want to eat. Mom's too busy. Grandma bought it for me. All of a sudden, he was ashamed, and he pulled the baby back to the kitchen, turned on the air conditioner and moved her to the chair while telling her stories while making her toast。