Qiao Sirui curled the corners of his lips. Before Chu Ci drooped his face and saw that he was about to make trouble, there was a sound of plastic bags rubbing. The man didn't know what he took out from behind. When Chu Ci was curious, he stuffed it into Chu Ci's mouth.

Suddenly a sweet smell spread in his mouth, followed by the smell of fried food and a strong milky aroma, which instantly lit up Chu Ci's eyes and his emotions changed very quickly.

‘Jo Sirui’s love value is 3, currently 42.’

Regardless of what was in his mouth, he instantly swelled up his cheeks like a little hamster and started chewing.

This should be some fried pasta. It is covered with a layer of frosting on the outside, which is sweet, but not so greasy. In addition to the aroma of milk, there is also a faint and indescribable smell, as if it is the smell of vanilla. It is a crumbly shell on the outside, which is so soft that it is not as soft as it has no other filling, but it does not appear monotonous at all. Just chew it like this, and the aroma is everywhere.

Seeing that Chu Ci's hair was about to stand up for him, Qiao Sirui's smile became stronger, and there was a little smugness on the corner of his lips, leaning against the pillar, raising his hand to stop Chu Ci from tying his little head and looking behind him.

It seems that it was indeed the right one. The little girl instantly forgot all the unhappiness she had just now.

"I like to eat sweet food, right?" His voice was slow, with a little bit of it, you see, your senior, I understand your tone, a little bit arrogant, a bit like the arrogant young master in the capital. It sounds quite ungrateful, but Chu Ci's focus is obviously not on these things at this moment.

A pair of round big eyes kept glanced behind him, and his little head was pointed, and his forehead was restless when he pressed it with his hands. His small body was arched, which made Qiao Sirui unable to control it.

Not teasing her much, Qiao Sirui took out a wet tissue from her pocket and handed it to Chu Ci, "Wipe your hands first, and then give it to you."

Seeing the little girl wipe her hands obediently, put the used wet wipes aside, and looked over with her head, Qiao Sirui curled her lips. This was the small paper bag hidden behind her that was placed in a plastic bag and handed it to her.

The small oil paper bag was opened by this man just now, revealing the round, golden and frosted balls inside to Chu Ci.

"This is?"

Chu Ci raised her hand and took out one and stuffed it into her mouth. Her eyes suddenly narrowed, bent her lips, and looked at the small bag curiously.

In fact, there were not many, and there were not many, so I stuffed this small oil paper bag firmly and full. Some grease was seeped out of the oil paper bag. It was the sweet taste after frying. Chu Ci swallowed the one in her mouth and took another one and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Cream fried cake." Qiao Sirui said, "It is a more distinctive snack here. You have lived in the south before, so it is natural that you have never seen it."

“This is delicious.”

Seeing the little girl's eyes shiny with her eyes, Qiao Sirui snorted again, raised her hand and rubbed Chu Ci's hair, and asked her, "Am I still the one who squeezes labor now?"

The little girl swallowed the butterfly fried cake in her mouth, her attitude was very sincere and serious, her big eyes were shiny, and then she nodded with a smile, "Yes."
Chapter completed!