After wearing a book, she wants to divorce every day

Chapter 644 If you can't do it, pack up and get out!

I can't wait to swallow my tongue!

However, there was no pastry delivered yesterday, and even if there was one from the day before yesterday, I couldn't eat it.

Song Tao wanted to eat it, but he couldn't eat it.

And she has a stubborn temper that ten cows can't hold back, if it doesn't suit her appetite, she doesn't want to eat it.

If she doesn't like it, she has to spit it out even if she eats it in her mouth.

Therefore, Song Tao endured it all the time.

At the beginning, all she could think about was how hateful Jiang Tangtang was and how much Chi Changsi had treated her too much.

Gradually, the picture in her mind changed.

It became chestnut cake, egg yolk cake, sweet-scented osmanthus cake...

All the pastries she had eaten during this time kept circling in her mind, gradually occupying all her thoughts.

They seemed to be beckoning to her right in front of her, tempting her with their scents.

Seeing this, Song Tao was very excited, she won't starve to death!

As a result, as soon as she stretched out her hand, they disappeared in an instant!
As if it had never been there.

No, it's not like, it is.

The scene in front of him turned and turned into a bedroom, and the place where his eyes were looking directly at was the TV.

"Snoring..."

Song Tao's stomach let out a well-timed growl.

Her face suddenly collapsed.

She wants to eat chestnut crisp, eat it now!
Maybe it's because the first time is the most memorable, so after eating so many, Song Tao was most impressed by the chestnut cake he ate for the first time.

It's also one of her favorites.

The more Song Tao thought about it, the more she couldn't control herself, her stomach growled non-stop, and she couldn't stop swallowing!

She really couldn't take it anymore!

Unbearable, Song Tao picked up the landline on the bedside table and dialed a number.

The other side answered in seconds: "Madam, what are your orders?"

"I want to eat chestnut crisps, let the kitchen make them for me right now, if you can't make them, pack up and get out!"

Song Tao completely lost her usual demeanor and almost screamed.

After speaking, she hung up the phone directly.

What she said was not a joke, she did what she said!

Song Tao is so greedy now, if the kitchen can't cook the taste she wants, then she can get out of here!

Invite them back at a high price, and you can't even make a small chestnut cake. Why don't you wait for the New Year?
The Chi family doesn't support idlers!

The kitchen received the order and hurriedly started to cook.

The chef of Chi's old house is the champion, runner-up and third runner-up of the international chef competition that Chi Jingyao specially found, and his cooking skills are extraordinary.

Hearing Song Tao's request to make chestnut crisps, they felt that it would be a piece of cake, so they started to make it leisurely.

They have made all the complicated pastries, and they are still stumped by a small chestnut cake?
……

An hour later, Qin Qiong, who took care of Song Tao personally, delivered the chestnut cake to the master bedroom.

As soon as she entered, Song Tao felt a burst of sweet aroma, which was unique to pastry shops and cake shops.

However, she asked carefully——

No, this doesn't feel right.

The sweetness she ate the day before yesterday was not so strong, it was the kind of slightly sweet, not overpowering but also unignorable taste.

Song Tao frowned, she reached out and took a piece without saying anything.

Before she put it in her mouth, she felt a strong sweet taste hit her nostrils.

Accompanied by a greasy smell.

It seems to be cooking oil, but it doesn't seem to be.

In short, it just gives people a very greasy feeling.

Song Tao's eyebrows were so twisted that it could kill a fly.

She wanted so badly to dump the thing and tell the cooks to fuck off, but she was too hungry.

What if it smells bad but tastes okay?
So, Song Tao chose to taste it before talking.

At this moment, her psychology is very contradictory.

(End of this chapter)