C681 Bypass

Looking at the golden pumpkin pie, Lin Peilan pinched a piece. It was wrapped in a layer of glutinous rice skin, and her hands were still warm from the contact. The soy sauce was not very sweet and was quite tasty.

"The taste is not bad."

"I can eat well." Xu Mingliang didn't eat anymore after dipping a youtiao into the soy milk, "I'm alone. I often rush to eat it