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... at the eggs as soon as they cook. In order not to waste, parents can only eat them, which is really bald.

  【My family can fry eggs, seven years old】

  【My house is also the same, the small kitchen I saw in the jokes, I have to toss every day】

  【Are all eggs made? Ha ha ha ha】

  【Well, I ate ten fried eggs at most in a day】

  【Feifei is cooperating with her mother and contributing to her cooking】

  【In the future, when I cook, my child’s hands are itchy ...

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