The egg pancake is really delicious

The egg-filled biscuit boy sat on the plain cold noodle trolley again. This time his mood was very different from when he came here. Stay away from the cold noodle brother, so that I can restrain the inexplicable feeling in my heart.

But this is doomed to be utopian, because the seats are really small.

Night Breeze came late and brushed his cheeks. The cold noodle brother suddenly asked, "How long have you been making egg-filled pancakes?"

"Just... half a year." The boy who baked cold noodles turned his gaze, and the boy who filled the egg pancakes was a little nervous for some reason, so he thought about it a little before speaking.

Sure enough... is it because they were sitting too close?

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​making egg-filled pancakes?"

"Probably because... I like to eat?" Speaking of this, the egg-filled pancake boy got excited and relaxed a little, "When I save enough money, I will open a breakfast shop. Then I won't be able to hide from the city management in fear." .”

"May your wish come true soon." The cold noodle brother smiled.

The cold noodle guy sent the egg-filled biscuit guy to the place the other party said, and the egg-filled biscuit guy hurriedly said: "Just stop here, don't go inside."

"Okay." The cold noodle guy stopped the car, and the egg pancake guy was about to get up——

"do not move."

The cold noodle guy leaned over, and the delicate facial features of the other party suddenly magnified in front of the egg pancake guy, and the sound of "bang bang bang" began to echo in his ears again, and the egg pancake guy couldn't help but hold his breath, and he didn't Knowing why you do it seems like a sacred ritual.

When I took a closer look, I realized that the cold noodle brother actually has good skin, his eyelashes trembled like crow feathers, and his eyes looked like two black agates when the moonlight was on his back.

"Okay." The cold noodle brother spread out his palms in front of the egg pancake boy, holding a piece of sycamore leaf in his hand, "I took it from your hair."

The egg-filled biscuit brother stared at the opponent's palm for a few times.

"Bang bang bang-"

Damn.

"Bang bang bang-"

Can you stop jumping!

The surrounding area is really too quiet, and it is not too much to say that everything is completely silent. The egg pancake brother was afraid that the other party would hear this strange sound, so the egg pancake brother pressed his hands on his chest, as if this would make the heart throb because of the oppression. Unable to move, the egg-filled biscuit brother clutched his chest and jumped off the cart.

The gentle voice of the cold noodle brother came from behind: "Goodbye."