Qi Zhen only knew after the start that the rice noodles across the bridge said that they could be “little daughter-in-law”.
“Son …”
A young, timid, clear voice came from his ears, as if a pinch could squeeze out the water drops, and it was still round and translucent. Just listen to this man tentatively calling himself, and then slowly whispered: “Son, are you in good health? Does it hurt, do you want reeds to serve you?”
It seemed to be pasting after talking, and a pair of gentlemen next to his son asked Han Wenwennuan, and lowered his eyebrows to his eyes.
Especially the three words “serving you”, everyone knows what it means literally, but how to hear it makes people daydream …
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