Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?
The beef meatballs in my mouth were all swallowed down, yet the lingering taste left Mr. Zhuo endlessly savoring.
His whole head felt a little dizzy, and he couldn't help but ask himself three philosophical questions.
Once he finally snapped back to his senses and looked at the remaining meatball in the bowl, it seemed as if the ordinary Yang Guo had removed his mask and turned into the extremely fair Principal Gu.
This difference is just too much, isn't it?!
If he hadn't personally tasted them, he would never believe there could be such delicious beef meatballs in the world!
The texture and flavor were both unbeatable, as if this was the only right way to eat beef and shrimp.
Suddenly, he froze, remembering what Wang Fan initially said about giving some to the neighbors, and now tasting it, he felt this might not be so simple.
