Jiang Kai's rice is very simple, a signature noodle, a plate of side dishes and a small bottle of liquor. He ate unhurriedly, and wiped his mouth at the end of the meal, "I've finished eating, and you haven't finished drinking this glass of milk yet." The milk is still in my hand, but it has no temperature. I put the cup down, "I'm allergic to milk. Before, I thought that a person should be in good health...

Chapter 230 of "Only the Affectionate Negative Year" The stall is being hit by hand, please wait a while,

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