The weather was a little foggy, like a person who had just woken up. The sun is also rare and lazy, unwilling to emit too much heat to give away to the world.

But people in the world still have to live well, go to work and eat normally every day. There is no shortage of people in this world, and no one chooses to die just because the sun does not rise one day.

Lao He's restaurant is as hot as ever, after all, it is a really authentic old restaurant, and there are indeed many repeat customers. Looking at the regular customers in the lobby, Lao He's face naturally bloomed with a smile.

Putting aside those interests, these people are indeed attracted by Lao He's craftsmanship......

"Aladdin's Lamp of Death" Chapter 171: Morning Autumn is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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