On the dinner table.

A group of old people pushed the cup to change the lamp, stuffed the food into their mouths, and commented a few words from time to time to relieve their embarrassment:

"Well, this abalone is delicious."

"This roast suckling pig is also good, it is crispy and has a good delicate taste when you bite into it..."

They have been sitting here for more than half an hour, and the delicious food has been almost eaten by Wu Zhihui and them, and the rest are cold.

What a fart.

"Xiangjiang: When the Wind Rises Again" Chapter 111 My rules are rules, I am hitting my hands, please wait a moment,

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