LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 232 Appetite
Of course, she also tried to see if she could put the curtain fabric directly into the space. She wondered if it was held by a clip, and it didn't mean that the curtain cloth could be directly inserted into the hanging ring. Strictly speaking, it was not one piece, right?
But I tried it, but it didn’t work. I couldn’t put it in, so I had to pick it off by hand.
If it doesn't work, forget it. It doesn't have to be just for convenience.
She stood firmly on the chair, first twisted the curtain cloth into one piece, rolled it casually on her arm, and then tilted her body slightly and started to untie it from one side.
She neatly opened the clip holding the curtain fabric, and the curtain was caught in her hand to prevent it from falling. She did not close the curtain until the last clip was opened, and then she took the curtain into her hand.
Following the same pattern, after putting away several layers, she began to replace them layer by layer.
It was really easy to take off the curtain but difficult to put it on. She unfolded the huge curtain cloth with difficulty. After distinguishing the up and down, she put it on her shoulders, pinched the corners with her hands and put it into the mouth of the clip.
It was troublesome because such a small window did not require large curtains. She quickly closed the curtains, jumped down and clapped her hands, watching with satisfaction as the heavy curtains tightly fastened the window frame.
Such a thick fabric is really effective. Just now, when I was holding the clip with my belly in front of the bare window, I felt that my front was getting cold.
Now that it's covered with thick curtains, it feels really stuffy.
Seeing that it was about the same, she twisted into the space and patted her shoulders and chest suspiciously. She always felt that there was dust on her clothes from when she took off the curtains.
In fact, she didn't see how dirty it was when she picked it, but she felt that it had been hung for so long, so there must be dust, and since she was holding it with her arms and shoulders, it must be dusty.
Although I didn't see it with my eyes, I felt unhappy.
She never embarrassed herself, changed into clean home clothes, got out of the space and threw herself on the bed again.
She went to the supermarket before going to bed last night. After getting over her addiction, she happened to visit a well-known large convenience supermarket chain and found that some snacks baked by the supermarket were sold there.
Egg tarts, buns, pizza, sweet potato chips, cookies, etc. She was a little greedy when she saw them last night and decided to eat them as snacks today.
Recently, a special episode of egg tarts was filmed, so she first took out a box of egg tarts.
It was packed in a big plastic box, six in a box, with a price tag on it. She looked at it and saw that it only cost thirteen yuan or a few cents, which was quite cheap.
The plastic box has a flip-top lid and has concave and convex fitting openings at the two corners. It can be closed firmly with one click, but the supermarket must be reinforced to prevent others from opening it directly.
The reinforcement method seems to be common across the country, or it is tacitly understood, there are several staples on the sides.
God knows she was careful every time she picked this thing out, for fear that the nails would pierce the flesh under her nails, and she couldn't help but shudder just thinking about it.
Now there is no need to pick it out, just use space to break it down. The box is easily opened and the sweetness of the egg tart is released.
It smells pretty good and is quite big, bigger than the ones sold in bakeries.
It looked like a layer of skin on top of a yellow core with burnt spots, and the crispy edges of the tart crust looked pretty good. Coupled with the price, she felt it was quite cost-effective.
Taking a bite, it is indeed good. The egg flavor is not noticeable, the sweetness is slightly high, but the taste is still good, and the core in the middle is particularly tender.
What's a pity is that it may have been out of heat after being baked for a while. The pastry looks crispy, but it tastes normal. The base and core of the tart have become a little moist.
She ate one, then took the rest into the space, arranged for an oven to bake it again, took it out to cool slightly, and then took another bite. It was indeed much better.
The pastry was also crispy, and even the crumbs fell off when you took a bite. The core of the custard was also warm, and the sweet flavor was better stimulated. She turned it over and baked the tart base, and it was not so soft anymore.
After chewing two of them in one go, she felt a little tired. She took out a bottle of scented tea and took two sips. She looked at the three egg tarts left, rested for a while, and nibbled on another.
She thought of a new way to eat the remaining two.
I went to the mall and dug out a simple vanilla ice cream ball. It was not big and fit right on top of one egg tart, and then I put another egg tart on top to seal the ice cream inside.
It became a vanilla ice cream tart box.
Put it in a plastic box, she pinched it and took a bite. The soft and tender egg tart core was still warm, hitting the cold ice cream, and the puff pastry was added to it. It was so wonderful.
She finished this innovative egg tart with a light scented tea drink - during which the ice cream melted quickly and dripped in the plastic packaging box, and got on her hands, which made her quite confused for a while.
After finishing the egg tart, she ran to Goldfinger to order takeout. She ordered a vanilla crispy ice cream cone and licked it. It was rich and smooth, and she had another one.
After eating three ice creams, even with a steely stomach, she still had to restrain herself from getting excited and rest for a while before eating anything else.
When it was time for lunch, she was still watching the music program, shaking her head and ordering a pizza to eat.
The garlic butter cheese curls, the double cheese crust, the sweet and spicy fried chicken pizza, and the sauce are so generous that I don’t even know if the flowing waterfall is cheese or sauce.
The pizza was served with Coke, but in order to prevent it from occupying her stomach, she only drank a small sip at a time, but even so, she was unable to finish the 9-inch pizza in the end.
She was shocked. She often ate at this pizza restaurant and ordered a 9-inch pizza every time, which was just enough for a meal.
Sometimes I even have a big appetite, so I can finish not only pizza but also snacks like toast and chicken wings.
Didn't you finish eating this time? What's wrong with my stomach and my belly?
She estimated that the six egg tarts still took up a lot of space in her stomach. She ate them separately, with gaps in between, so she didn't feel full.
In addition, the last two were eaten with ice cream. The ice cream entered the second stomach, so the egg tarts eaten together were thought to have gone with them.
Looking at the pizza with one piece left, don't eat it. The obsessive-compulsive disorder is coming. Eat it. I feel uncomfortable after eating it.
She sighed, covered the pizza box, and threw it into the space for snacks, out of sight but out of mind.
During her afternoon workout, she started learning new dances.
It was said to be more difficult than the previous one, but in fact the difficulty itself was not high, and the movements were not difficult, but there were some floor moves that she had not tried before, and she was very curious.
But her obsessive-compulsive disorder made her not want to skip the previous part and learn the flooring directly, so she suppressed her heart and followed it honestly.
The previous song was a pure energetic song, but this one is a little more naughty, with richer movements and greater amplitude, so the difficulty is naturally increased.
She looked for a video of the song with lyrics and found that there were some parts in the choreography that corresponded to the lyrics. Even a layperson like her could see it. The choreography was quite clever, and she found it very interesting.