C337 Old Daoist Ghost Wang Er

Not long later, a piece of rotten meat had already been swept clean, the old ghost did not forget to lick his lips, his face still had an unsatisfied expression, and did not forget to burp. The smell of alcohol made Wan Er pinch her nose and fan herself.

"Shop owner, I'm sorry, these are my two children. Their appetite is not good, and they can't eat this rotten meat