I'm dead.
He died a very stupid death - he choked to death while eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
Luckily I am dressed in modern times.
But he became a very poor man.
The most terrible thing is that there is an extra system in my mind, saying that the task must be completed, otherwise it will take away my sense of taste.
As a foodie, not having a sense of taste might as well kill me.
The system said: "Modern people like to ask the old man next door for help."
Who is Lao Wang? The system didn't say anything.
But since he is called "Lao Wang next door," he must be a warm-hearted neighbor, right?
But I never expected that "Old Wang next door", his surname is not Wang!
