Song ran grabbed his arm. hey, don't you think of yourself as your flesh and skin anymore? use your chopsticks.
Gu jinghang chuckled. my fingers are full of calluses. They're not hot at all. Do you think they're all as soft and tender as you? "|| It's a meat one."
He poked the eggplant with his chopsticks and placed it on a plate. Then, he sprinkled some minced garlic, salt, and even some MSG on it. Song ran grabbed a handful of it and grabbed it.|| "It's not healthy to eat MSG." She held his hand.
Director Gu could only pour the hot oil in the pot onto the eggplants, poke them with chopsticks, stir them a little, and bring them to the table.
alright, there's only one green vegetable tofu soup left. We can have dinner now.
Song ran took a towel and wiped his sweat. let me do it. Look at you, you're sweating like you just came out of the river.
