"Milk ride, how does it taste?"

"The photos look very good! Especially this egg fried rice, it's the first time I've seen it fried in this color. ”

"This four-color siu mai looks delicious, I don't know what flavor it is. ”

“......”

The big gods were talking about it, and everyone was waiting for Song Shuhang, who had experienced it firsthand, to speak.

It's just that the imported [Golden Ratio Roasted Wheat] is too delicious. The taste of deliciousness +2 directly made Song Shuhang's thoughts float lightly.

So much so that the phone vibrated on the table for a while, and he didn't notice it.

"How do you describe the taste?"

"Remember the fried buns that we ate at the last annual dinner in the magic capital, right?"

"The dishes made by this [No. 1 in the world] store are definitely a hundred times better than that fried bun!" Song Shuhang woke up from the aftertaste of the roasted wheat and hurriedly replied in the group.

Now, these platinum gods in the group are not calm!

"What? It's a hundred times better than Xiao Yang's fried food?"

"ride, you're not kidding, are you?"

"If it's really as delicious as you, I'll be free in a few days, maybe I'll really want to go to Wenshi to rub you off. ”

Looking at the nonsense records in the group, Song Shuhang put down the phone with a smile, and then took chopsticks and spoons and began to attack [Golden Egg Fried Rice] and [Soul Suppression White Steamed Bun].

"Delicious!"

"This egg fried rice is also a must!"

"I can make the rice so soft and delicious, I really want to meet the chef of this restaurant!" Song Shuhang swallowed a mouthful of golden egg fried rice, and kept commenting with emotion in his heart.

It's just that the shock brought by this siu mai and egg fried rice is just a taste of enjoyment.

When Song Shuhang tasted it, and when the steamed buns that had been fermented by [Shu Han Old Noodles] to fluffy and white tenderness, his whole expression became stunned.

"This ...... This is the taste of white steamed buns?"

"It's a little bit sweet...... It's just that after taking a bite, my mind calms down?"

"This white steamed bun actually has this kind of magic!"

"No wonder you dare to call it a soul-calming white steamed bun!"

Song Shuhang seemed to have encountered a ghost, Rao had lived in Wenshi for most of his life, and the shock in his heart of this [No. 1 in the world] store was even calmed away by the seemingly ordinary white steamed bun in his hand.

"Empty...... Calm...... Ideas ......"

"Whew!"

As a platinum god in the urban online literature circle, Song Shuhang's mind will not only be mixed with the unique ideas of their own code word creation, but also affected by many miscellaneous ideas derived from the environment.

An author, when creating, is most afraid of being disturbed by the outside world.

Having a calm, empty brain is a luxury for all authors.

It's just that after tasting this [Soul Suppressing White Steamed Bun], Song Shuhang felt that the messy ideas in his mind were turned into powder in an instant.

Don't say it's a distraction!

Even the appetite that gushed out when he entered the store just now was blasted into slag by the [Soul Suppression] attribute brought by the white steamed bun.

"Codeword!"

"I want codewords!"

Song Shuhang hurriedly wiped out all the delicacies on the table, and then rode up the Haro bicycle and rushed back to the parking lot hundreds of meters away.

The car key is unlocked, the door is opened, and the netbook is taken out of the trunk.

The action in one go made the old man who was guarding the charge at the door stunned.

"Crackling!"

I saw Song Shuhang holding the netbook, sitting in the cab and starting to code words frantically.

When the netbook was running out of power after two hours, the thoughts that kept pouring out of his mind were still pouring out like a volcano.

"Electricity!"

"I want electricity!"

"It's 8,000 words, and the state of this code word is still there!"

Song Shuhang anxiously took out a charging cable from the co-pilot's storage box, and then hit the car engine, directly burned the oil on the spot, and charged the netbook with the electricity of the car battery.

Boy!

This is burning oil to generate electricity!

It's like burning money!

A car that idles and does not run not only consumes fuel, but also has an impact on the life of the engine.

But for Song Shuhang, who is full of thoughts, he can code out a random chapter, which is enough for the cost of a big insurance for this family car.

Who cares if the fuck burns gasoline or engine oil!

With this updated chapter posted on the Internet, even if the rumored oil-oil hybrid is coming, I am not afraid!

......

When the Apple phone dropped on the co-pilot was about to be blown up by the family. Song Shuhang completely sobered up from this demonic codeword state.

"it!"

"2 a.m.?"

"So late?"

Song Shuhang picked up his family's phone, and after saying that he was safe, he threw the phone aside.

As for the professional codeword software on the netbook, at the moment, it is showing an astonishing prompt of "more than 26,000 words have been created in the past 12 hours".

"Just a moment, I'll be 20,006?"

"That's a dozen chapters!"

Song Shuhang stared at this creative number and was a little dazed, especially the question sent by the editor in charge of WeChat, which made him believe that he was indeed in some kind of magical creative state just now.

"Milk ride, didn't you say that there was no outbreak arrangement recently?"

"Why did I explode 13 times in a row tonight, and I didn't notice it. ”

"Have you saved the manuscript these days?" An editor who is familiar with Song Shuhang sent a voice inquiry in WeChat.

As for the platinum god author group, it is like exploding at this moment.

Silkworm Potato: "I just finished 4,000 words, and I looked back at the 13 consecutive explosions of the milk ride, and I was so scared that I didn't even dare to go to bed." ”

Ergen: "What?13 consecutive explosions?This month's monthly pass ranking, it is estimated that he will be ridden by milk again**, is this kid a drug?"

Tang Jiasanshao: "It's better for young people to go to bed early, and it's easy to be bald if you stay up late." ”

Taste: "......"

I eat tomatoes: "......"

Forgotten words: "......"

"I'll tell you, is this the reason why we ate that [Soul Suppressing White Steamed Bun]?"

Song Shuhang glanced at the chat records in the Great God Group with a strange smile on his face, and then recalled the scene when he had fallen into that magical state before.

You must know that the white steamed buns mixed with [Shu Han Old Noodles], once eaten, can bring a [Soul Suppression] attribute bonus that lasts for 1 day.

For an author like Song Shuhang, who consumes brain power to create, this [Soul Suppression White Steamed Bun] is more effective than any "code word artifact" or "Red Bull vitamin"!

"Let's try that white steamed bun again tomorrow, if it can still bring ideas like today. ”

"In the future, I will buy a suite in Ruicheng and live here for a long time. ”

Song Shuhang thought about it for a while, then stepped on the accelerator, planning to rush back to his home in Wenshi.

As soon as he looked down, he found that the dashboard of his car was dancing with a red exclamation mark.

"Nima!"

"Just charge the netbook, and the oil is almost dry!"