Chapter 282： Mouth is going to grow

Chapter 282 The mouth is about to grow

Sang Zhi saw that the two of them were eating delicious food. He opened his mouth and took a bite. The tip of his nose was surrounded by a faint fragrance. The taste was soft, glutinous and slightly sweet. It was really delicious.

"Not bad right."

"En." Sang Zhi nodded.

It is much more delicious than the pastries in the palace.

"Where did you buy these pastries?" Qian Zhuye likes to eat the pastries brought by Ye Qianning. Not to mention the new tricks every day, the taste is also unique.

"Nian Yunjian."

"When Xiu Mu goes back, I'll go to Nianyunjian to buy some, it's really delicious."

Ye Qianning just smiled lightly, ate a pastry in small bites, and occasionally gave Sang Zhi a piece of cake.

Qian Zhuye is greedy and wants a piece from time to time.

Not long after, the students in the room went back one after another, and the sun also set in the mountains.

Ye Qianning fell asleep, yawned and opened his eyes, Xiao Guban was still writing seriously, and the characters on the rice paper placed next to him were neat.

She stared at the villain, the afterglow of the setting sun reflected on his cheeks, his fair cheeks were slightly reddish, the already good-looking person looked a bit like an exile.

Surrounded by blessings, it is pleasing to the eye.

"It's so late." Qian Zhuye also fell asleep, and got up lazily stretching his arms.

Ye Qianning frowned slightly, distasteful.

"I'm hungry, let's go, let's eat." Qian Zhuye said.

Ye Qianning lay on her stomach without moving: "You're still hungry after eating so many pastries."

"That's where it is, and besides, you are not willing to give me a few dollars." Qian Zhuye likes to practice martial arts, and is tall, so his appetite is naturally bigger than his peers.

Ye Qianning rolled her eyes, slowly straightened her fat body and stretched her waist, she found that Sang Qi was still there.

Still writing something while holding the brush in hand, no wonder the little old-fashioned still doesn’t move, Sang Qi is really good at curling.

Ye Qianning saw that Sang Zhi was serious and didn't want to disturb him, so he turned his head and looked out the window: "Luowen pastry."

Luo Wen's figure fell outside the window, and he walked in holding the cakes: "The ones that Luo Xuan just brought up the mountain are still hot."

Ye Qianning put it on the table, opened the package, and immediately the fragrance overflowed, and the taste was simply tantalizing.

Sang Zhi's nose was surrounded by the aroma, and he couldn't help but stop writing.

"Are your guards so good?" Qian Zhuye stared straight at him.

"That's all I like, and they all understand." Ye Qianning first picked up a piece and handed it to Sang Zhi.

Sang Zhi didn't shirk this time, put down the brush and took it. He also ate a lot of pastries in the palace, but none was as good as what she gave.

Ye Qianning stuffed a piece into his mouth, not forgetting to give it to Qian Zhuye.

Qian Zhuye and Ye Qianning have been able to share delicious pastries every day these days, and his taste has almost changed.

"Have you finished writing?" Ye Qianning asked while eating.

Sang Zhi chewed slowly, and said after eating: "There are still some."

"Then hurry up and write while eating."

"I won't eat." Sang Zhi glanced at the pastry as he spoke, pursed his lips slightly and said, "Eat after writing."

"It's the same as eating, nah." Ye Qianning handed it to him.

Sang Zhi hesitated for a moment or shook his head, picked up a pen and began to write.

Ye Qianning felt that the old-fashioned is too restrained, and children should be free. He had too many things in his mind. After thinking about it, she brought the pastry to his mouth with her little hand: "You write, and I will feed you."

Sang Zhi raised his head, Ye Qianning innocently raised his small face, full of anticipation.

He couldn't bear to refuse.

"There is no one else here, you can eat at ease, and we won't talk about it." Ye Qianning laughed.

Sang Zhi opened his mouth and bit his mouth, then lowered his head and moved his pen again.

(end of this chapter)