Under the northeast city wall of the capital of the Wind and Thunder Empire, there is a remote and inconspicuous small inn, where few people cared about it in the past, and only the people who were not far away would come to eat a simple bite on the premise of being too lazy to cook.

Today's temperature is very high, and the scorching sun at noon makes people not want to move.

Because of this, the business of the small inn is bleak, except for a few laborers who came to eat noodles, there is no silver in the account today.

The shopkeeper and the shopkeeper were sitting or leaning listlessly, staring at the door with longing eyes, expecting someone to step in and order a large table of wine and food, so that they could return their mouths.

Suddenly, a broken wooden stick slammed on the door, and it ......

Chapter 816 of "The Great Wilderness Kitchen God" The secret joint is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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