When the dumplings were on the table, none of the four people moved. Lu Xiaoxiao did not move, because she was in front of her own exclusive. But three people remained motionless, and she could not move. The atmosphere was cold.

Fang Lesheng picked up his eyebrows and started with one of his chopsticks. Chopsticks point dumplings to their nose, smell the instant, the corner of the mouth hooked.

"If you don't move, I'll move first." He said, putting dumplings in his mouth. Suddenly the mustard's irritating taste fills the senses, and the circles of the eyes gradually turn red.

Wang Fei poured wine to the four people present, and...