Hearing his words, Mo Hai was even more puzzled.

"What do you mean?! What substitutions?! ”

The old man continued to eat the steamed buns, although he showed a disgusted expression: "I just calculated, the uncle who used to make steamed buns has passed away!" Now it is his eldest son who is inheriting this craft, although it is passed down by himself, but the taste is really not the same, the delicacy of the meat is not enough, and the young man is not delicate enough! Hey, I can't taste like that before! ”

Mo Hai took a bite of the bun again, savoring the meat in it, you have to say that there is something wrong

"Three Years of Seclusion, Invincible When I Get Out of Prison" Chapter 1253 I'm not interested in the art of immortality I'm hitting it with my hand, please wait a moment,

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