Outside the old street, Li Baitong was humming a little song, playing with a pair of blue and white porcelain cups that were the same as the teacup he had just died, and carrying a black plastic bag with a drop of spices in it.

Approaching the old street, the tip of the old man's nose couldn't help but stir slightly, and a sweet smell of meat came to his nose, with the old man's old nose who had cooked all his life and smelled the meat for a lifetime, he smelled the smell of pork ribs after just one sip, and the old man muttered, "Sweet and sour pork ribs, it must be made by Xiao Xi Na Nizi, tsk, this taste,......

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