The male god of e-sports is a girl

Chapter 900 Who will die first?
"No, I'm very happy." Chu Rong's melodious laughter came through the phone, probably because of the electronic sound of a condenser microphone, so it sounded even more pleasant.

Song Ci also had a smile on his face. Although he didn't understand why Chu Rong was so happy, she felt very happy when Chu Rong was happy.

While chatting, the car stopped and Song Banlan got out of the car first.

"I'm here, I'll call you later in the evening." Song Ci glanced at Erhuang at his feet and said.

"Okay, I just want to eat." Chu Rong nodded with a smile and said.

"Then you hang up first." Song Ci said while holding the phone in one hand and pushing the car door with the other.

"You hang up first." Chu Rong didn't dare, and asked Song Ci to hang up first.

"I don't, you hang up first." Song Ci insisted on getting off the car.

Chu Rong felt helpless, and finally hung up the phone first.

Hearing the beeping sound of hanging up from the mobile phone, Song Ci had a big smile on his face.

Then get out of the car and take Erhuang down by the way.

Song Banlan is used to the setting that Song Ci and Chu Rong will feel uncomfortable if they don't show their affection for a day, and at the moment they are getting things out of the car with the soldiers driving.

Song Ci completely ignored Song Banlan's slightly disgusted and envious gesture.

Now she just feels uncomfortable if she doesn't show her affection for a day!

Show affection to make her happy make her happy!
Indulging in the show of affection can't be extricated!

But what about this?
She is happy.

Putting the phone back into his pocket, Song Ci took Erhuang and went over to get something together.

However, before getting close to the trunk, Song Banlan waved his hand to signal to go away.

Song Ci: "..."

Reluctantly spreading his hands, Song Ci had no choice but to walk into the yard by himself.

After entering, Song Ci discovered that his uncle, aunt, and second uncle were all absent, and only the old lady and Aunt Chen were at home.

"Grandma, where are grandpa and the others?!" Song Ci asked Erhuang while he was changing slippers at the door.

"Your grandpa went to play chess next door. Your dad and the others went to the office area. They must have something to do." Seeing Song Ci, the old lady's original light smile deepened. The Song family has a characteristic, that is, the whole family is up and down. I really don't like Song Ci.

Song Ci was naturally happy, and took off Erhuang's dog leash, letting Erhuang move freely, while he went into the living room and sat beside the old lady.

There was a book between Grandma Song and Aunt Chen. Song Ci glanced at it and found that it was a cookbook, and the page turned over was a recipe and tutorial for making pastry.

The name is Baiye Cake, and it looks like a palace-style pastry.

"Does grandma want to eat pastries?" Song Ci leaned over and asked.

Speaking of pastries, Suzhou pastries seem to be very famous.

Anyway, Song Ci, a foodie, has always wanted to try it.

There is also authentic Sichuan-flavored hot pot. Song Ci is also planning to spare some time, bring her boyfriend, and go to the local area to try it for herself.

"Your mother and the others said that this year our family will make some pastries for relatives and friends. What kind of pastries will be decided by you and Aunt Chen. What do you think of this pastry?!" Grandma Song picked it up when Song Ci asked this. Ask Song Ci for the recipe.

Song Ci took the book and nodded after reading the text and pictures on it.

"This pastry is relatively soft, suitable for all ages, not bad." Song Ci nodded in approval.

The finished venetian cake is diamond-shaped, but after reading the steps, Song Ci knew that it was diamond-shaped because of the cutting.

(End of this chapter)