"Young master is awesome!"

"Well, it's comfortable."

Jiang Ping breathed a sigh of relief:

"That's what it feels like."

"nausea."

Wu Xiaoyun said with contempt:

"Jiang Xiaochu, a real strong man should be admired by others from the bottom of his heart, and you are just lying to yourself.

This kind of flattery is meaningless and will only make your heart weaker and weaker."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll give you a meal today!"

Jiang Ping has a high attitude and a confident look on his face.

The contempt on Wu Xiaoyun's face suddenly turned into joy, and her eyes were about to squeeze out peach blossoms:

"Jiang Xiaochu is awesome!"

"good."

Jiang Ping grinned, revealing a row of bright white teeth.

Xiaobian, no foodie has ever been able to escape from my palm!
Chapter completed!