At eight o'clock in the evening, after Song Xi finished typing the manuscript, his stomach started to growl.
But she was so lazy that she just didn't want to cook. She ate too much instant noodles and got tired of it.
So at times like this, she began to miss her own cake.
Unfortunately, her cake was given to Grandma Wang's grandson. By the way, how long has it been since she last had cake
Just thinking about the delicate and sweet taste of the cake made Song Xi drool.
No, no, she couldn't think about it anymore. If she continued, she would die of greed.
She browsed the group for a while, found there was nothing to talk about, and decisively left, then posted a message on her space.
"I'm so hungry. I want to eat Black Forest Cake."
As soon as she sent this message, her computer vibrated.
Huahua Editor’s private stamp is here again.
Song Xi suddenly remembered that she seemed not to have sent the photos of her meal to Huahua editor today.
I don’t know what’s wrong with Huahua’s editor. She insists that she post photos of herself eating on time every day, and he calls it supervising her.
"You haven't eaten yet?"
"Yes, Huahua, how did you know?" Song Xi asked a very stupid question.
Mosen looked at her reply and his face suddenly darkened. It was already eight o'clock and she hadn't eaten dinner yet. Was she trying to starve herself to death
No one supervised her before, so she must have often skipped meals, right
“There are no new books recommended on the shelves.”
When Song Xi saw it, he almost jumped up.
How could this be possible? She had thought Editor Huahua was joking.
There is no editor who would rank like Huahua Editor. This is too unreasonable.
"How can there be an editor like you? This is unreasonable." Song Xi exploded, his head felt dizzy, and he started yelling at the Huahua editor.
"Oh, any comments?"
Song Xi typed angrily, and the keyboard made a clicking sound.
"I have an opinion, very much so!"
"If you have any opinions, keep them to yourself."
The other side replied with a few words in a very cold tone.
Mossen looked at the conversation box and suddenly found that this meatball had posted a message, so he clicked on it to take a look.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly. Black Forest Cake
I want to eat cake late at night and I’m not afraid of getting sick of it.
"Editor Huahua, I'm going to report you on the website!"
Song Xi replied in a very sad tone.
Mo Sen, who was sitting in front of the computer, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Okay, whatever."
Song Xi was instantly deflated. She was just a nobody, how could she have the ability to report the editor.
I sighed deeply, alas, the little author can never defeat the evil editor.
Just when she was still depressed, the message from Huahua Editor came again.
Just two words this time.
"Wait."
Song Xi had a question mark on her face. Waiting? What are you waiting for
Song Xi waited for more than an hour, until she felt sleepy, but Huahua Editor didn't send any message.
She was almost beginning to suspect that Editor Huahua was deliberately playing a trick on her.
Just as she yawned again, the doorbell rang.
She slowly got up and went to open the door, but strangely, there was no one outside.
"Who is it? So boring so late at night." Song Xi pouted angrily. Just as she was about to close the door, she was suddenly attracted by something near the door.
A pink paper box.
She picked it up in confusion, looked around, and found no one. Was it for her that was placed at her door
She took the paper box into the house, put it on the coffee table and opened it. When she saw what was inside, she was stunned.
This is, a cake
There was also a card inside with some nice words written on it in black pen.
"Black Forest Cake, don't go hungry."