The rotten egg laughed and gave Erdan a look, and Erdan immediately took out the flower buns he brought from his schoolbag and handed them to Xiao Shenjiao and Qiniu, "I also brought you two flower buns, do you want to eat them?"

Seven Girl's eyes were as wide as eggs: "Wow! Tiger Bun~~"

Xiao Shen Jiao looked at the white bun in her hand with some ignorance, dotted with things, it looked like a little tiger's steamed bun, it seemed to be a steamed bun made of white flour.

Qiniu was still like a little pig, she took two bites excitedly, and muttered: "It's delicious!"

He turned his head and asked, "Xiaofu Bao, do you think it's delicious?"

Xiao Shen Jiao hasn't eaten it yet, looking at the tiger bun that Qi Niu has already gnawed and deformed in her hand, and then looks at the whole thing in her hand.

She doesn't look like a seventh girl anymore, she is reluctant to eat such a cute tiger bun.

She cherished this flower bun in the house.

At this moment, the seven girls have gnawed their flower buns so that they can't see the original state clearly......

Qiniu chased after her and found that Xiao Shenjiao put the flower bun on the old-fashioned cabinet like an ornament, and she suddenly regretted that she ate it too quickly!

I want to cry sadly, so I can only continue to rely on food to relieve my inner depression......

Silently took another bite.

After coming out, Xiao Shen Jiao heard that the Wu brothers and Shen Zhiming were blowing to everyone, and the whole family was very excited to hear the incident of getting into the car just now.

"Mr. Qin is really approachable, and when he saw that we were tired, he took the initiative to send us to the entrance of the village. ”

Shen Zhipeng listened to it very pleasantly.

But he didn't say anything. Who calls themselves unhappy to deliver food?

Zhou Genxi was very uncomfortable when he heard this, and scolded in his heart, the third room is really shit luck! Originally, the mother-in-law ordered the second room to be sent to the sister-in-law in the county, but Shen Zhiyong felt that it was far away, so Shen Zhiming said that it would be changed, and the result was this change...... Shen Zhiming came back and got in the car!

If your own man goes to deliver it, it will be your own man who gets in the car.

Shen Zhiyong just laughed.

The rotten egg and the second egg said that they wanted to go to the farm to have a look, so Shen Zhiyong volunteered to take the two of them to the farm for a walk......

The others were still sitting in the backyard talking, and the sixth girl saw that no one was paying attention to herself, although she was full, but she was very interested in the flower bun just now, and her cousin only knew how to bring Xiaofu Baobao, when she was dead?!

Liuniu quietly rushed to the milk room, looking at the tiger flower bun on the cabinet, it looked like a beautiful work of art, and she took it in her hand excitedly.

It's still soft, and it seems that it has just been done.

Milk said that this kind of colored is made with food coloring.

The six girls licked it very carefully, it's so sweet!

The white part is a steamed bun made of white flour, which is completely different from the yellow cornmeal bun that is usually made at home.

The six girls sat on the edge of the kang, one bite at a time, happily eating this tiger flower bun!

When she was about to finish eating, suddenly the door was pushed open, and the six girls were so shocked that she almost choked, and after swallowing it hard, she looked at Xiao Shen Jiao at the door, and her expression was very reasonable.

Anyway, she finished eating, even if she was punished by her milk for not being allowed to eat for two days, she admitted it, in short, she had already eaten the white flour flower bun!

Xiao Shen Jiao looked at Liuniu and ate the last bite with a proud face, and she glanced at the empty cabinet.

There was silence.

only to raise his head.

"You, ate my tiger bun?"

Xiao Shen Jiao was a little angry for the first time, and there was coldness written on her soft and pink face.