Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 174 Encountering Fu (3)

The wheels under him were rumbling, and the sound of footsteps in the distance was monotonous and boring. The two sounds intertwined into a long lullaby, and Shen Jingshu soon fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, she was woken up by the stomach that was singing empty city tricks.

She touched her growling stomach, and all kinds of delicious food with aromas and colors flashed unconsciously in her mind, and she felt even hungrier.

She set off directly after waking up, without even bothering to drink her saliva, she was really hungry and thirsty right now.

She never prepared such things as dry food, and she didn't know if Antai and the others brought anything to eat.

However, she set out in a hurry this morning, and she thought she was unprepared. When it was time for lunch, the big team might stop to set up camp and cook, so she could only wait now.

It's a pity that the feeling of being hungry is very uncomfortable. The more she endured it, the more hungry and dizzy she felt.

After holding it for less than half an hour, she couldn't stand it any longer, and asked through the car curtain, "Antai, do you have anything to eat?"

"There are pastries in the dark compartment under the seat."

Shen Jingshu was startled, since she left Youzhou City, she hadn't seen pastries for quite a while.

The firehead army in the military camp can make pastries?
Don't they only know how to make steamed buns?
Occasionally steamed buns a few times, but the skin is thick and the stuffing is thin and the color and fragrance are poor. Can the pastries they make be edible?
Won't it be a limp pile that looks like the excrement of various creatures?

With the spirit of curiosity and exploration, Shen Jingshu quickly opened the hidden compartment under the seat, and there were indeed several pastry boxes inside.

With a quick look, she took out the top box, closed the door of the hidden compartment, then sat back in the original place, and "cautiously" opened the lid of the box.

She held her breath cautiously and turned her head far away, one eye was completely closed and the other was only narrowed, just like the frightened female pig feet in horror movies, lest some scary bloody objects pop out of the box .

When a corner of the lid was lifted to reveal a delicately shaped green pastry with an attractive color, she froze for a moment.

In the next moment, all precautions were thrown into the sky, and there was surprise in the eyes staring at the box.

Is this mung bean cake?
She picked up the box on her lap and sniffed it, um, it was quite fragrant, completely different from the scary smell she imagined.

Picking up a piece of mung bean cake with two fingers and putting it in her mouth, she lamented the delicious taste of the pastry, while secretly complaining that when they were eating bland steamed buns, Murong Li actually ate such delicate pastries every morning.

This discriminatory treatment is too annoying.

Is the prince amazing?
Are the prince's taste buds more noble than ordinary people like them?
If there were no ordinary people like them, only the Murong family would be left in the whole of Xifeng. She sees how they can still be emperors and princes, but they are just ordinary people!
An Tai naturally didn't know what Shen Jingshu was thinking.

He glanced at the tall and straight figure in front of him, thinking that their lord had a deep affection for Shen Jingshu, but Shen Jingshu didn't seem to have any feelings for their lord, so he couldn't help but want to help.

"Doctor Shen, how does the pastry taste? This pastry was bought from the nearest town yesterday afternoon by the prince. I heard that this pastry shop has been in operation for a hundred years."

Just as Shen Jingshu was about to feed food into his mouth, he glanced at the pastry in his hand and frowned.

Murong Li specially asked someone to buy food for her?

real or fake?

She opened her mouth, and suddenly felt that the pastry was a little bit hard to eat.

When you don't like a person, enjoying that person's treasure is undoubtedly a kind of mental torture.

(End of this chapter)