C322 Chapter 322

“Okay.” Gu Jianjun said. Knife in hand, he went to carve up the leg of lamb.

That evening, just as expected, once Liu Wenmei had everything set up and the first batch came off the grill, a few neighbors showed up.

“Man, Old Gu—what are you cooking? It smells incredible! My grandson was at home crying because he wanted some.”

“Seriously, Old Gu, that smells amazing!”

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