"Brother, you eat this."

In the early morning of early February, when I speak, white gas can still come out of my mouth.

Xiaoyu sandwiched a xiaolongbao, swam in a vinegar dish, and then stuffed it into Ai Qing's mouth.

Ai Qing, who was eating wontons, tasted a mouthful of xiaolongbao with a vinegar flavor, and took a bite...

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