Cutting off a piece of lamb chop with a dagger, Wei Xianrong blew the hot air on it, and handed it to Li Xinghe's mouth.

The oily lamb chops were surrounded by a little burnt, and the aroma of meat was everywhere, rushing into the tip of Li Xinghe's nose. In the past, Li Xinghe's favorite was the barbecue with a bit of paste, which was crunchy and chewy to bite.

Li Xinghe took a bite and the juice spread in her mouth I don t know how wei xianrong roasted it so much that it didn't smell like lamb at all, hand

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