C649 An Old Man Eating Potatoes in the Vegetable Field

The burned cotton thread still looks like a cotton thread.

Faang Yuan blew lightly on the cotton thread. The silk thread shook a few times, but it did not break.

He used a little more strength and blew on it again. The thread broke from the middle and fell on the table.

A gust of wind blew past Faang Yuan's back. When he was fully focused on the black, white-eyed stone fish