C873 Truth

Yun Qianqian's skin was indeed thick enough. Under the gaze of the old lady and Qianqian, she still indifferently drank half a bowl of porridge, then ate a steamed bun, half a roll, half a piece of rice cake, and drank half a cup of silver ear soup. Only then did she leisurely put down her chopsticks and wipe her mouth with a handkerchief