C1870 The Bloodthirsty One's His
The pastel potatoes melted in his mouth, and the unique taste of the barbecue filled the tip of his tongue. Liang Jingyi couldn't tell whether he liked it or not.
From a scientific point of view, he simply could not be interested in such heavy salt and spicy food.
Now that Fu Jiyao forced him to try once, it seemed like … It was not as bad as he had imagined
