C77 Agreed

Back in the 7th century, it was 3: 00 in the afternoon.

Xia Qian opened the door and smelled the fragrance of dumplings. Qingyi's cheerful voice came from the living room. "Mom, I want to eat pork dumplings. Make more dumplings."

"Don't artistes have to control their weight? Can you eat so much meat? Be careful that you'll be forced to lose weight. "

" It's alright. Don't worry