Hearing that something was going on here, He Zishan didn't ask carefully, so he hurriedly ran over.

After listening to the cause and effect, he breathed a sigh of relief, "I believe in you." ”

He just told the chattering crowd to shut up, and she knew that she had a keen sense of smell, and even if she couldn't taste it, he still had him.

But he looked at the two cooks with dissatisfaction.

The two also looked over, and although He Zishan's gaze was very scary, the two of them supported each other and still raised their heads and glared back.

"Hmph." He Zishan snorted coldly, and asked the two of them to sit on the ground like a fight.

Bai Xuefei laughed, "Brother He, you say, who of the three of us will win." ”

She deliberately said three people, and that was to put that

Chapter 117 of "Clotted Fat "Fox Spirit" in Farming": Pigs are grabbing food and are hitting in the hand, please wait a while,

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