The origin of the magic way of magpie stepping on the branch

Chapter 172
After taking a sip of sour plum soup, he put the cake in his mouth down, Shi Chunfeng said: "Donghuang, do you really never eat cakes anymore?"

On the days when no one is grabbing pastries with him, Shi Chunfeng is still a bit lonely!
However, it is absolutely not possible to eat pastry and feel that it tastes like chewing wax.

On the contrary, it is very fragrant!No one is robbing, it is fragrant!
Sighing, Donghuang Wujue sat on the stool, "You young people, you just have too little experience. When you have tasted all the delicacies in the world, you will know that the world is the most delicious."

"It's just a bowl of porridge."

Shi Chunfeng looked at Donghuang Wujue's appearance as if he had read a thousand sails, and asked silently, "Are you sure it's not because Coach Gu made the porridge?"

"Pfft!" Donghuang Wujue's aura suddenly disappeared, "Who told you that Gu Zhichuan cooked this porridge?"

Shi Chunfeng pointed innocently at Xiao Hua next to him, "That's what Xiao Hua said!"

Donghuang Wujue looked at Xiao Hua viciously.

Xiaohua spread her hands helplessly, "Miss, you know, I can only make pastries. I can't do things like cooking porridge. Even if I don't say it, Miss Ten will notice it!"

Donghuang Wujue suddenly went haha, with Shi Chunfeng's mind, even if you told her, it was because of this lady.

She'll believe it, okay?

However, since Shi Chunfeng's deity is still sitting here, it is inconvenient to say more about the truth about Donghuang Wujue.

With just one look, I pricked Xiaohua.

You are an outspoken little girl who doesn't know how to keep secrets.

With a smile on her face, Xiaohua gave Donghuang Wujue a look when she was pouring sour plum soup for Shi Chunfeng.

If you want to be unknown, you have to do nothing!Miss.

Donghuang Wu Jue, defeated.

"Okay, okay! So what if Gu Zhichuan boiled it?" Donghuang Wujue raised his eyebrows, and looked at Shi Chunfeng with a smirk on his face, "Then what shore, I didn't do anything sour for you something extraordinary?"

Anyway, Donghuang had already seen it, and Shi Chunfeng no longer concealed his relationship with Jiangnan.

Holding the pastry, she pondered silently, "Is it worth giving me money?"

"Hmm..." And someone who is so direct and gives money?

This is too vulgar, so people like it!

Why can't Gu Zhichuan learn a little bit?

Gu Zhichuan who got up at four o'clock in the morning and started cooking porridge: ...

However, Donghuang Wujue, as Shi Chunfeng's natal family, could be deceived by this form?
She mused, "That depends on how much money it is."

Shi Chunfeng took a bite of the pastry and said, "I remember, it seems..."

I can't remember it, our little Chunfeng has a surprisingly poor memory for numbers.

"It seems to be nine hundred and ninety-nine." She scratched her head.

Donghuang Wujue frowned, "Nine hundred and ninety-nine dollars?" So little?Bullying our spring breeze is silly and sweet?

"Box." Shi Chunfeng took a sip of sour plum soup, as long as it had nothing to do with numbers, she could still remember it clearly.

"Pfft!" Donghuang Wujue was shocked, just now he disliked too little or something, so I interrupted.

"However, how did you take so much money home without your father finding out?" Donghuang Wujue asked.

"This~" Shi Chunfeng said nonchalantly: "Because there are too many and I can't take them back, Jiang Nan'an gave me a bank."

Thumbs up silently, Donghuang Wujue said: "Strong!"

Silently shedding tears of poverty, Donghuang Wujue's heart collapsed.

(End of this chapter)