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Zhuo Meier's saliva was dripping onto the table. He saw that the skinny man was about to take out the drumstick, but he stopped Yang Chen.

"What are you doing?" Zhuo Meier asked in confusion. "Didn't you just say that there was nothing to eat for the white mantou? Now that you have a chicken leg to eat, do you dislike it again? "

Yang Chen ignored Zhuo Meier and only said