"No, I'm very happy." Chu Rong's pleasant laugh came through the phone, probably because of the electronic sound of a condenser microphone, so it seemed even more pleasant.

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

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 by his feet and said.

"Okay, I just have 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 in the other.

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

"I don't, you hang up first." Song Ci persisted as he got out of the car.

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

Hearing a beep to hang up from the phone, Song Ci put up a big smile on his face.

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

Song Banlan has become accustomed to the setting of Song Ci and Chu Rong being uncomfortable without showing affection. At this moment, he was taking things out of the car with the soldiers who were driving.

Song Ci completely ignored the slight disgust and envy that Song Banlan came over.

She is uncomfortable without showing affection for a day!

Show affection makes her happy makes her happy!

Addicted to show affection can not extricate yourself!

But what about this?

She would like it.

Putting the phone back in his pocket, Song Ci took Erhuang and went to take something together.

However, before he got close to the trunk, Song Banlan waved his hand to walk away.

Song Ci: "..."

Helpless, Song Ci had no choice but to walk into the yard by himself.

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

"Grandma, what about grandpa and them?!" Song Ci asked Er Huang as he walked in the door, changing slippers at the door.

"Your grandfather went to play chess next door, and your dad and the others went to the office area. There should be something." The old lady saw Song Ci, her smile on her face deepened. The Song family has one characteristic, that is, the whole family goes up and down. It's so rare to have a song.

Song Ci was naturally happy too. He took off Er Huang's dog leash and let Er Huang act at will. Then he went into the living room and sat next to the old lady.

There was a book between Grandma Song and Aunt Chen. Song Ci glanced around and found that it was a cookbook, and the page turned over was a tutorial on how to make pastries.

The name is Baiye Gao, and it looks like a court-style cake.

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

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

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

There are also authentic Sichuan-style hot pots. Song Ci is also planning to take time to bring her boyfriend and go to the local to taste it for himself.

"Your mother said that this year our family will make some cakes for relatives and friends. What kind of cakes I and Aunt Chen will decide. How do Xiao Ci'er think about this cake?!" Grandma Song picked it up after hearing Song Ci's question. Asked Song Ci for the recipe.

Song Ci took the book and nodded after reading the above text and picture steps.

"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 knows that it is diamond-shaped because of cutting.