Chapter 23: She Must Have Been a Chicken Leg In Her Last Life

The weather is sunny and everything is lovely.

Song Zhi, who had just come out of the shop, was carrying two boxes of osmanthus candy in his left hand and several boxes of things in his right hand. Song Shen hugged the oiled paper bag containing the chicken called Hua Ji, smiling happily, and even her steps were a little brisk, where could she see that she had just cried.

The simple pleasure of holding a foodie with both hands.

Song Zhi: ......... Your sister wants to be spoiled, as long as you are happy.

The sun shines on the lively streets, and the houses lined with quaint buildings look unique on a leisurely afternoon on a clear sky.

All the houses are the same as the ancient style of pavilions and golden eaves spreading wings, which is exquisite and meticulous, beautiful and classical.

The bright golden sunlight brings a very delicate and calm chiaroscuro, gray tiles and white walls, bluestone paths, and mottled tree shadows, just like a delicate and elegant ink painting.

Song Zhi next to him deliberately slowed down his pace to accompany her.

Looking around and not knowing what he saw, Song Shen stopped, turned his head to Song Zhi and said, "Big brother, you wait for me." ”

As soon as he stretched out his foot and sadly found that he didn't have any money, he retracted his foot and took out the money bag from Song Zhi with a smile and immediately ran into a messy shop next to him that didn't know what to sell.

Song Zhiyuan looked at the sky paralyzed on the ground.

It didn't take long for Song Shen to come back, stuff the money bag back into Song Zhi's pocket, and then really set foot on the road home.

………

gave her all the things Song Shen bought and put them on the table, and Song Zhi left.

"Goodbye, big brother." Standing by the door, he waved violently at Song Zhi, and after he couldn't see his back, he ran back to the room with a smoke.

She tugged through various boxes and cabinets for a long time, and finally pulled out a small peace charm.

It was begged from her mother in the Huguo Temple last year, but fortunately she didn't lose it.

She had just used Song Zhi's money to buy a very cheesy small red peace charm sachet, with the two big characters of peace embroidered on it with golden embroidery thread.

Stuff your own peace charm down, the size is just right. She is an atheist, it is better to believe in Buddhism than to believe in herself, it doesn't matter if she is gone, she can still ask for it anyway.

Song Shen put away the sachet and thought about getting up early tomorrow to give it to Song Zhi. No, no, let's go after dinner, in case he leaves too early and misses it.

Witty as she Κ˜α΄—Κ˜.

So decided then wash your hands and eat 8, starved to death.

Song Shenping retired all the maids and wives in the room, and felt that it was a bit unkind to just steal food by himself, so he brought a few boxes of pastries and distributed them to everyone.

This time, I have peace of mind~

The rich and attractive fragrance of the flower chicken has long hooked her heart.

I couldn't wait to open the oil paper bag, and a bright jujube with a bright color and a whole body exuding "I'm delicious, come and eat me" came into view, and I didn't have time to appreciate how beautiful it was roasted, Song Shen unscrewed a chicken leg and opened his mouth to bite, eating like a starving ghost reincarnated.

The soft chicken emerges from under the golden crispy skin, and the fragrant aroma of the meat mixed with various spices and lotus leaves hits the tongue coating, and the tender feeling of the chicken rushes to the brain through the tip of the tongue.

The inner barrage is crazy to swipe the screen, wow wow wow this is too delicious?! Ten exclamation marks can't express its delicious a! Now this is the NO.1 in her heart!

( Μ„ΠΆ Μ„) a satisfying !!

In the midst of the wind and clouds, looking at a pile of chicken bones and those she didn't like to eat, she still felt unfinished, and there was a little reluctance floating in her heart.

She likes to eat chicken legs so much, she must have only called flower chicken in her last life.