Every weekend, my mother goes to a friend’s shop to buy egg tarts. Her family owns a snack bar. Today, I followed.

The car stopped, I got out of the car and saw the "Pale Burger" snack bar. The aunt came out and said, "Here you are, I was just about to make egg tarts." With that, we entered the kitchen together.

As soon as you enter the kitchen, you will see a variety of materials, placed one by one on the table. Auntie first cracked a few eggs into the bowl, then carefully scooped out the egg yolks and put them into a container, then spooned in a few tablespoons of milk powder, and poured in lemon juice and a little wine. I asked, "Want more?" Put some wine?" "Yes, it will taste better if you put it in a little bit."

After stirring, the aunt put some more things in, stirred again, and then poured them into the egg tarts one by one. After doing this, the aunt arranged the egg tarts, put them in the oven, and then I chatted with my mom while I ran outside the kitchen to read. When the egg tarts were ready, Auntie went to open the oven. The moment she opened it, I felt a burst of aroma. My mother bought two boxes, and I took out one and ate it: "Wow, the flavor of egg yolk and milk powder is so strong! It really tastes much better than other egg tarts in Yiming and KFC."

My mother said that the egg tarts she sold to other customers were also like this, without any water added to the egg batter.

The egg tarts taste very good, but Auntie’s sincerity is stronger.