Qiao Sirui curled his lips. Before Chu Ci drooped her face to look at her temper, there was a sound of rubbing plastic bags. This person didn't know what he took out from behind. When Chu Ci looked curiously, he clicked Zi stuck into Chu Ci's mouth.

Suddenly, a sweet smell spread in his mouth, followed by the smell of fried food, mixed with a strong milk fragrance, which instantly made Chu Ci's eyes brightened, and his emotions changed very quickly.

‘Qiao Sirui’s love value +3, currently 42. ’

Regardless of what was in his mouth, he immediately bulged his cheeks over there like a hamster, chewing.

This should be fried noodles. The outside is covered with icing sugar. It is sweet, but not so greasy. In addition to the aroma of milk, there is also a faint indescribable smell, like the smell of vanilla, with a layer on the outside. The scorched shell is soft inside, and there are no other fillings, but it doesn't look monotonous at all, just like this, the aroma is overflowing.

Seeing that the dull hair on Chu Ci's head was about to stand up for him, Qiao Sirui's smile deepened in his eyes, with a little smug on the corners of his lips, leaning on the pillar, raising his hand to prevent Chu Ci from poking his head. The action looking behind him.

It seemed that it was given right, and the little girl instantly forgot the unpleasantness she had just done.

"I like sweets, don't you?" His voice was slow, with a bit of it. You see or you are senior. I understand your tone. It's a bit rustling, a bit like the arrogant young master of Beijing, it sounds like Quite owed, but Chu Ci's focus at the moment is obviously not on these matters.

A pair of big round eyes kept squinting behind him, his small head nodded, his forehead was not restlessly held by his hands, and his small body arched and arched. This force made Qiao Sirui a little uncontrollable.

Without teasing her too much, Qiao Sirui once again took out a wet tissue from her pocket and handed it to Chu Ci, "wipe your hands first, then give it to you."

Seeing the little girl obediently wiped her hands, the used wet wipes were placed aside, and the corners of Qiao Sirui's lips hooked. This is the little girl hidden behind him in a plastic bag. Bring the paper bag and hand it to her.

The little oily paper bag was opened by this person just now, and the round, golden fried dumplings covered with icing sugar were revealed in front of Chu Ci.

"this is?"

Chu Ci raised his hand and put one in his mouth, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and the corners of his lips were bent, looking at this small bag curiously.

In fact, it’s not much. It doesn’t look like ten, so I stuffed this small greased paper bag firmly and full, and some oil permeated the greased paper bag. That is the sweet taste after frying. He swallowed this one, and then took another one into his mouth.

"Cream fried cake." Qiao Sirui said, "It is a more distinctive snack here. You lived in the South before, and it is natural that you haven't seen it much."

"This is delicious."

Seeing the little girl's eyes glowing when she was eating, Qiao Sirui snorted again, raised her hand and rubbed Chu Ci's hair, and asked her, "Am I still the one who squeezes labor?"

The little girl swallowed the deep-fried cream cake in her mouth, with a very sincere and serious attitude, her big eyes sparkling, and then she nodded with a smile, "Yes."

Qiao Sirui:...