At this time Qicheng was on the phone, and had not responded, only felt the tip of his nose, suddenly burst into a hot sauerkraut taste.

A whole pot of pickle fish almost poured Qicheng from head to foot!

The whole restaurant is quiet...

Looking at Gu Qianmeng's table!

Gu Qianmeng stared at the empty basin in Qiyang's hands in surprise. Look again at Qicheng's face drooping expressionlessly.

Yanni also noticed the abnormality, so she looked up at the bustle like other diners, but saw her back to Qiyang, holding a large iron basin in her hand, and looking at Qicheng next to Qiyang, all in disorder, with oil spots...