Li Shaojun picked up the big faded teapot next to him and took a sip of his mother's homemade... Gay King. He wiped away the sweat and hung the wet gray towel that might have been a white towel half a month ago back around his neck. The sweat-soaked vest stuck to his body, outlining the young man's energetic muscle lines. His shiny black eyes stared intently at the large bundle of celery in front of him. He wiped his face, took out one and pinched it carefully.
Very good... Tender and juicy, green and transparent, rich body fragrance, normal coat color... Absolutely excellent... Wait, body fragrance? ! Coat color? ! …
"What are I talking about..." Li Shaojun shook his legs, trying to shake back the flip-flops that were about to fall off his feet... Watching the slippers slowly being lifted up, moving up inch by inch, good, he was about to succeed, so Li Shaojun made a difficult move with his feet. Tighten the tip hard and throw it up, just a little bit... Bang, what a crisp echo... This is definitely not a problem with his technique. You must know that he has been doing this action for five or six years since he graduated from high school and started selling celery, and he has never failed... Uh, no, it was a mistake...
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