C67 Lao Da Pickled Vegetable Noodles

The veins on Harold's forehead could not help but jump again.

He squatted down slightly and looked straight at the little brat in front of him. He said coldly, "Other than the pickled vegetables and fish, you can't call me anything else?"

Fred said, "Old Altar Pickled Beef Noodles?"

Harold: "..."

Forget it, he didn't ask.

Harvey covered his face again