Lingqile raises his head, squints his eyes, and sucks the fragrance. He runs down the slope with the fragrance. There are many people on weekends. Tang Feifei dare not be careless. He follows lingqile closely. He looks at lingqile who is greedy for saliva when he smells the fragrance. At this moment, he is staring at a fish string fried with golden, yellow and direct current oil in front of a stall.

"it smells good!" Lingqile's whole head is close to it. He is trying hard to absorb the fragrance. His whole face is full of intoxication. It seems that he is very happy just to smell it.

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