Chapter 1772: Biscuits

When the door closed, Bai Hao let out a sigh of relief, but fortunately did not find it.
Simply washed, she walked out of the room wearing loose short-sleeved pajamas.
Chu Yu put the hot milk on the small table on the balcony, and he took the freshly baked snack in the kitchen.
"What is this? What did you do?"
Chu Yu took a plate of brown-yellow black biscuits. "I just learned, the fire did not get well, a little bit of focus, simply don't eat."
Bai Hao hurriedly took the plate in his hand. "I taste it." This is the first time Chu Yu made sweets, she can't miss it.
The biscuits are not very good at selling, but the taste is surprisingly good, crispy and sweet.
"How?" He sat down in the couch opposite the day.
"It's delicious, no worse than the cake shop outside." She said that she took another piece and put it in her mouth, biting out the crisp sound.
Chu Yule's eyes bent: "You like it, I learned to make a cup cake, try it tomorrow." It is such a mood to cook for someone you like.
Very sweet, very satisfying.
Especially when the other party said that it is delicious.
The little devil stood by the side of the white, staring at the crispy biscuits in the dish, and the tongue kept screaming, but unfortunately could not eat.
When Chu went to the kitchen to put the tray, Bai Hao whispered, "Do you want to eat?"
The little man quickly nodded: "I want to eat, I haven't eaten it for a long time." He has forgotten what the taste of this biscuit is.
"If you want to eat, you can take it. There are quite a lot of them."
The little devil shook his head: "I am not a man in the sun, we can't eat anything you do, unless-"
The little devil stopped talking and didn't say it anymore.
This request is unreasonable, at least he feels unreasonable.
"Unless what?" asked Bai Bai.
The little devil shook his head: "Nothing." He lowered his head, and the face was unfortunately lost.
His father and mother, afraid that it is already impossible to remember and his son.
Bai Yun thought for a moment and asked: "I heard that sending something to a deceased relative needs to be provided before the spirit. If there is no spiritual position, you can use a parcel to wrap things and write the name and birth of the deceased. The relatives in the local government can receive it, is that true?"
The little ghost looked up at the white spot and nodded lightly: "Well!" No one ever sent him a parcel, and no one had given him food.
Bai Hao took a book from the drawer under the table. "You are going to say your name and birthday, I will send it to you."
The little man suddenly looked up and looked at the white face with amazement: "Really? Yes, but why? Why are you doing this? We are not friends, you can ignore me."
"I just want to ignore you, but you have been shaking in front of my eyes, how can I ignore you?" She suddenly smiled, trying to reach out to the devil's hair, and when she reached out, she realized that she could not touch it.
Then he shrank back and laughed: "Well, you go to watch TV, I will go to a postal bag now."
There is a tutorial on the Internet to do the Yinfu postal package, which is very simple. She once saw it once. It was interesting and not too thoughtful. How can I think of a useful day in this life?
When Chu Hao packed up the plates and the oven came out, the white enamel was no longer in the living room, and the milk on the table was only half consumed.
"Hey, where are you going?" Chu yelled.
The white enamel in the room wore earphones to learn the homemade method of the postal parcel, and did not hear the shouts of Chu, when she entered the room, she wanted to shut down the computer.