C374 Floral Cake
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"…"
"No problem." Wang Yinger chuckled. "It's neither clean nor dry. I'm not sick from eating."
"…"
Chi Ziyu remembered that Mrs. Wang had a temper.
So her feet stink, not to mention the rag she used.
Even if she was wearing shoes, she could smell them from a distance.
"We're all farmers, it'd be good if we had something to eat
