He wandered around the village casually and received a lot of praise along the way.

What "Uncle Yile, your ramen is so great!"

What, "Uncle, please study some new varieties!"

In contrast, Li Shaoyang's answer varies from person to person. When it comes to boys' words, he will read his mood perfunctorily, and when it comes to girls' words, he will ask about his hobbies diligently, and then write it on his notebook.

This guy really can't change his habit of flirting with flowers no matter which world he goes to!

A woman's figure poured into Li Shaoyang's vision, with black curly hair scattered on his shoulders, scarlet pupils shining brightly, fiery lips, and an S-shaped curved figure out of his tight clothes.

Li Shaoyang followed the voice in his heart and walked towards the lady in front of him.

Xirihong, a woman who lost her father in the Nine-Tails War.

"How about drinking a pot of shochu together? Or vodka, and it's even better with mustard octopus!"

The calm breath of the middle-aged man gradually approached the woman who was in a free state.

"So it's Uncle Yile!"

Xirihong said expressionlessly, as a greeting, and then the silence continued. What spread deep in her heart were the sad mud and the ripples inspired by mud and water.

Li Shaoyang's fingers twisted in the air like earthworms, facing the S-shaped body, and a gentle smile hung on his face.

"Hong, how about I take you to eat my newly invented ramen?"

As Li Shaoyang spoke, his big hands had already put on the girl's crisp waist and pinched it, indicating that the texture was good.

Hong's body stiffened in an instant, her waist seemed to be electrocuted, her pupils suddenly dilated, and her head turned to the uncle like a machine. Her face, which was already expressionless, was even more gloomy and terrifying at the moment.

"Uncle, what are you doing?"
Chapter completed!