lt;The Pocket Dimens

Since villagers passing by the front gate of Yan's mansion smelled the fragrance of the food, they couldn't help but stop and swallow a few times.,In the same large iron pot, green vegetables were being cooked. The vegetable soup had no oil at all.,"You little punk, you dare to slander Qianqian's reputation Erhe, Sanhe, give him a good beating! Beat him until his teeth are scattered all over the floor."。