The fire in the house was fully burning, and the tea stove on the side of the couch was also gurgling. Compared with the ice and snow outside the house, it seems that the room is exceptionally warm and warm, and the smoke makes people a little lazy and slack.

"Mr. Bai, please use tea."

"Thank you Dugo. The old man thought that Du Hu was a rude man who could only play with guns and swords and march soldiers, but he never thought that he was quite familiar with the kung fu of grinding tea and making soup. If it is really a human being, it is not to be seen. ”

"After being widowed, she became the general's white moonlight" one hundred and fifty-six is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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