Tristan Zhang still wanted to hit him like an elder brother, "It's just the beginning. Don't be too proud. If you accidentally let people know that you own this shop, I will take it back."
"I know, I know, brother, don't worry," Zhang Changyu agreed and hugged Tristan Zhang's arm to act coquettishly, "I've been tired for a long time. It's rare to have you, Third Brother and Brother Lan together today. Just be happy. You have to be proud of your life. Huan, brother, don't be so arrogant."
"Okay, okay, don't show off that you have studied. Today is up to you. You can do whatever makes you happy, okay?"
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During the Flower Festival, the bamboo shoots dug by Orion Ning and Zhang Changyu had been pickled. When they opened the jar, a special sour aroma came. Because the aroma was fermented, those who loved it loved it to the core, and those who didn't loved it continued to smell it. They all feel stinky.
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