C362 You're so Rich Uncle

The barbecue man looked to be in his forties or fifties, like a peddler. He had a kind smile on his face as he said, "Little kids have bad taste."

After saying that, he took out another jar and prepared to brush the sauce on the steak.

Wen Lee smelled the scent and frowned. He instantly picked up the fork beside his hand and blocked it, "Uncle, I only eat red meat and not sour