"How does the milk ride taste?"

"The photos look very good! Especially this fried rice with eggs, this is the first time I have seen it that can be fried into this color."

"The four-colored shabby looks delicious, I don't know what the flavor it is."

“…”

The great gods were talking in the group, and everyone was waiting for the voice of Song Shuhang, the personal experiencer.

However, the imported [Golden Rattan] was too delicious. The delicious taste of 2 made Song Shuhang's thoughts lightly.

So much so that the phone vibrated on the desk for a long time, but he didn't see it.

"How do you describe this smell?"

"Remember the fried bread that I had had at the Magic City dinner last year?"

"The dishes cooked in this [No. 1 in the world] store are definitely a hundred times better than that of the fried bread!" Song Shuhang woke up from the aftertaste of Shaomai and hurriedly replied in the group.

Now, these platinum gods in the group are not calm!

"What? It's a hundred times better than Xiao Yang Shengjian?"

"Milk rider, are you not kidding?"

"If it's really delicious like you, I'll have time in a few days, maybe I'll really go to Wenshi to get some food."

Looking at the nonsense records in the group, Song Shuhang smiled and put down his phone, then took the chopsticks and the spoon began to guide [Golden Egg Fried Rice] and [Soul-Suppressing White Bun].

"tasty!"

"This fried rice is also awesome!"

"You can actually stir-fry the rice so soft and delicious. I really want to meet the chef of this restaurant!" Song Shuhang swallowed a mouthful of golden fried rice with eggs and commented in his heart.

However, the shock brought by the roasted rice and fried rice is just a taste enjoyment.

When Song Shuhang took a bite, the fluffy and white steamed buns fermented by the old Shu Han noodles, his expression became shocked.

"This...is the smell of white steamed buns?"

"This aftertaste is indeed a little sweet...but why did I calm down after taking a bite?"

"This white steamed bun actually has this kind of magic!"

"No wonder you dare to call the Soul-Shenhun Baibu!"

Song Shuhang seemed to have encountered a ghost. Even though he had lived in Wen City for most of his life, he was shocked by this [No. 1 in the world] store in his heart and was even more calmed down by the seemingly ordinary white steamed bun in his hand.

"Let go... calm... thoughts..."

"call!"

As a platinum master in the urban online literature circle, Song Shuhang's mind is not only mixed with the unique ideas of his own code creation, but also affected by distracting thoughts derived from many environments.

An author is most afraid of being disturbed by the outside world when he is creating.

Having a calm and empty brain is a very luxurious one for all authors.

However, after tasting this [Soul-Suppressing White Bun], Song Shuhang felt that the messy thoughts in his mind were instantly swept into powder.

Stop talking about distracting thoughts!

Even the appetite that came out when I entered the store was blown into pieces by the [Soul-Suppressing] attribute brought by the white steamed buns.

"Coding words!"

"I want to code!"

Song Shuhang quickly wiped out all the food on the table, and then rode on the Hellobike when he came back to the parking lot hundreds of meters away.

The car key is unlocked, the door is opened, and the netbook is taken out from the trunk.

The action made the old man at the door who was guarding the charges was stunned.

"Crack!"

I saw Song Shuhang holding the netbook, sitting in the cab, and starting to start typing crazy.

When two hours later, when the power from the netbook was almost exhausted, the thoughts that kept pouring out in his mind were still like a volcano gushing out.

"electricity!"

"I want electricity!"

"This has been coded with 8ooo characters, and the status of this coded character is still there!"

Song Shuhang hurriedly took out a charging cable from the co-pilot's storage box, then fired oil directly on the spot, and used the electric power of the car's battery to charge the netbook.

Good guy!

This is not fueling oil and electricity!

It's like burning money!

Cars that are idle and do not run will not only consume fuel, but will also affect the life of the motivation.

But for Song Shuhang, who was in a rush of thoughts, he would just code a chapter, which would be enough for a single insurance cost of this family car.

Who cares whether he is burning gasoline or engine oil!

With this updated chapter that is more than the daughter of the word, I am not afraid of even the rumored oil mixing comes!

...

When the Apple phone that was thrown in the passenger seat was almost blown up by his family, Song Shuhang finally woke up from this crazy typing state.

"Damn!"

“2 a.m.?”

"So late?"

Song Shuhang picked up the phone from his family and called for peace. Then he threw the phone aside.

As for the professional typing software on the netbook, it is now showing an amazing prompt that "more than 26,000 words have been accumulated in the past 12 hours."

"In just a moment, I counted 26,000?"

"There are more than a dozen chapters in this!"

Song Shuhang was a little confused when he stared at this creative figure, especially the questioning from the editor on WeChat, which made him even more convinced that he was indeed in a magical creative state just now.

"Milk rider, haven't you said you didn't make any arrangements recently?"

"Why did I burst 13 times tonight? I won't inform you."

"Have you saved the manuscript these days?" An editor who was familiar with Song Shuhang asked in a voice call on WeChat.

As for the author group of Platinum God, it was like it was in a turmoil at this moment.

Tiancan Tudou: "I just finished 4ooo code, and looked back at the 13th consecutive explosion of milk riding. I was so scared that I didn't even dare to go to bed."

Ergen: "What? 13 consecutive hits? This month's monthly ticket ranking is probably going to be ridden by the breast again. Is this kid taking drugs?"

Tang Jia San Shao: "It is better for young people to go to bed early, staying up late and typing is prone to baldness."

I've just told me: "..."

I ate tomatoes: "…"

Forget words: "..."

"I will tell you, is this because we ate the [Soul-Suppressing White Bun]?"

Song Shuhang looked at the chat records in the master group with a strange smile, and then recalled the scene where he had fallen into that magical state before.

You should know that white steamed buns mixed with [Shu Han Lao Noodles] can bring a [Soul-Suppressing] attribute bonus that lasts for 1 day.

For authors like Song Shuhang who are brain-consuming and creative, this [Soul-Suppressing White Bun] is more effective than "coded artifacts" and "Red Bull Vitamins"!

"I'll try that white steamed bun tomorrow. If it can still bring ideas like today."

"In the future, buy a house in Ruicheng and live here for a long time."

Song Shuhang thought happily, then stepped on the accelerator and planned to rush back to his home in Wencheng City.

Just as he lowered his head, he saw the dashboard in his car, and a red exclamation mark light was jumping.

"Damn!"

"Just charging the netbook, the oil is almost burned out!"
Chapter completed!