The sun goes down, the neon lights are on, and a roadside barbecue stall is filled with fireworks.
“You eat it!”
Carter greeted him. On the bamboo skewers in his hand, the grease dripping from the lamb skewers, the fragrance was overflowing, and he swallowed it in one bite.
The meat is scented, and it explodes on the taste buds, as if making a horse to kill a chicken, it is simply comfortable.
Carter picked up the beer glass and began to pour it violently.
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