Chapter 819 The President Is a Voice Controller! 33

Qiao Sirui hooked the corners of his lips, and before Chu Ci lowered his face to see that he was about to throw a temper tantrum, there was a sound of plastic bags rubbing against each other. The stick was stuffed into Chu Ci's mouth.

All of a sudden, a burst of sweetness spread in the mouth, followed by the smell of fried food, mixed with a strong milky smell, which instantly made Chu Ci's eyes brighten, and his mood changed very quickly.

'Qiao Sirui's love value +3, currently 42. '

Regardless of what was in his mouth, he instantly puffed up his cheeks like a little hamster and began to chew.

This should be some deep-fried pasta, covered with a layer of icing sugar, sweet, but not so greasy, in addition to the aroma of milk, there is also a faint indescribable smell, like the smell of vanilla, with a layer of icing on the outside The crispy shell is soft inside, and there are no other fillings, but it doesn't look monotonous at all. Just chewing like this, the aroma is overflowing.

Seeing that the stupid hair on Chu Ci's head was about to stand on end, the smile in Qiao Sirui's eyes grew stronger, with a little complacency on the corners of his lips, he leaned against the pillar and raised his hand to stop Chu Ci from poking his head The act of looking behind him.

It seems that it was indeed right, the little girl instantly forgot all about the unhappiness just now.

"You like sweets, don't you?" His voice was slow, with a tone that you think is your senior, I understand you, a little stern, a bit like the arrogant young master's accent in the capital, it sounds like It's a shame, but at the moment Chu Ci's focus is obviously not on these things.

A pair of big round eyes kept glancing behind him, his little head nodded, his forehead was pressed restlessly by his hand, and his small body arched and arched, which made Qiao Sirui a little uncontrollable.

Without teasing her too much, Qiao Sirui took out a wet tissue from his pocket again and handed it to Chu Ci, "Wipe your hands clean before I give it to you."

Seeing the little girl obediently wiped her hands, put the used wet wipes aside, looked over with her head poised, the corners of Qiao Sirui's lips twitched, this was the little girl hidden behind her in a plastic bag Take the paper bag and hand it to her.

The small oil paper bag was opened by this man just now, and the round, fried golden dumpling wrapped in a layer of icing sugar was revealed in front of Chu Ci's eyes.

"This is?"

Chu Ci raised her hand and took out one and stuffed it into her mouth, her eyes narrowed all of a sudden, her lips curved, and she looked at the small bag curiously.

In fact, there are not many, less than ten, so I stuffed this small oil paper bag firmly, and some oil seeped out of the oil paper bag, it was the sweet taste after frying, Chu Ci mouth Li swallowed this one, and stuffed another one into his mouth.

"Cream fried cake." Qiao Sirui said, "It's a special snack here. You used to live in the south, so it's only natural that you haven't seen it much."

"This is delicious."

Seeing the little girl's eyes light up, Qiao Sirui snorted again, raised her hand to rub Chu Ci's hair, and asked her, "Am I still the one who squeezes the labor force now?"

The little girl swallowed the butter fried cake in her mouth, her attitude was very sincere and serious, her big eyes were shining, and she nodded with a smile, "Yes."

Qiao Sirui: ...