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

"Not bad."

"Yes." Sang Zhi nodded.

Much better than the pastries in the palace.

"Where the hell did you buy this pastry?" Qian Zhuye likes to eat the pastries brought by Ye Qianning, not to mention new tricks every day, and the taste is also a must.

"Nian Yunjian."

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

Ye Qianning just chuckled, took a small bite of the pastry, and occasionally gave a piece to Sang Zhi's mouth.

A thousand chasing the night is a glutton, and from time to time I want a piece.

After a while, the students in the room returned one after another, and the sun also set in the mountains.

Ye Qianning fell asleep, yawned and opened his eyes, the little old-fashioned was still writing very seriously, and the fonts 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 red, and the already good-looking person looked a little like a fairy at this time.

Surrounded by blessings, it is pleasing to the eye.

"It's so late." Qian Zhuye also slept a little, got up and lazily raised his arms and stretched his waist.

Ye Qianning twisted his eyebrows slightly, annoying the scenery.

"We're all hungry, let's go, let's eat." Thousands of night roads.

Ye Qianning lay on his stomach and didn't move: "You eat so many pastries, you're still hungry." ”

"That's where it is, and besides, you didn't even want to give me a few pieces." Qian Zhuye likes to practice martial arts, is tall and tall, and naturally eats more than his peers.

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

Holding the brush in his hand and still writing something, no wonder the little old-fashioned is still not moving, Sang Qi is really too good at rolling.

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

Luo Wen's figure fell outside the window, and walked in with a pastry: "Luo Xuan just brought it up the mountain, and it's still hot." ”

Ye Qianning put it on the table, opened the package, and suddenly the aroma was overflowing, and the taste was simply fascinating.

The tip of Sang Zhi's nose surrounded the aroma, and he couldn't help but stop and look.

"Are your guards so good?" The eyes of the thousand night eyes are straight.

"That's what I like, they all know it." Ye Qianning picked up a piece first 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 of them could compare to what she gave.

Ye Qianning stuffed a piece into his mouth by himself, and did not forget to give Qianqian a night.

Qianzhu followed Ye Qianning night after night, and he could get delicious pastries every day these days, and his taste was about to change.

"Are you done?" Ye Qianning asked while eating.

Sang Zhi chewed slowly, and only after eating did he say, "There are still some more." ”

"Then hurry up and write while eating."

"I'm not eating." Sang Zhi glanced at the pastry as he spoke, pursed his lips slightly, and said, "Eat it after writing." ”

"It's the same when it's written, it's the same when you eat." Ye Qianning handed it to him.

Sang Zhi hesitated but shook his head, picked up the pen and wrote.

Ye Qianning felt that the little old-fashioned was too restrained, and the child should be unrestrained, he put too many things in his heart, and thought about it, and put the pastry to his mouth with her little hand: "You write, I'll feed you." ”

Sang Zhi raised his head, Ye Qianning innocently looked up with a little face, full of anticipation.

He was a little unconvinced.

"We don't have anyone else here, you can rest assured that you can eat well, and we won't say it." Ye Qianning said with a smile.

Sang Zhi opened his mouth and took a bite, lowered his head and moved the pen again.

(End of chapter)