"Fu Chuan, focus on eating! Eat the durian I gave you! If you don't concentrate, you can't eat anything! "
Ye Xiaobei was about to photograph Fu Chuan's hand with the durian in her imagination, and she smelled the smell of steamed bread.
Steamed bread was not a good thing for children like her.
However, for Ye Xiaobei, who had been hungry for more than a day, a big hot steamed bun was already the best delicacy in the world.
"Bread?" Ye Xiaobei took a look at Fu Chuan's steaming steamed bread, and her saliva flowed down.
Her eyes were shining and her face was full of surprises. "Fu Chuan, how can you have steamed bread? Where did you get the steamed bread? "
"Just now, on my way back, I met a servant who delivered food. Seeing my pity, he gave me some steamed bread. I'm fed up, and I've got a steamed bun left. I'll bring it back to you. "
In fact, Fu Chuan lied. He didn't eat anything.