C546 Zhuang Shengxiao's Fantasy Butterfly

Actually, everyone has always been able to spit it out, but Chen Fei was one of them. Saying it like that was more than enough for him to spit it out by himself eight hundred times.

He had heard of a type of super dark cuisine before, such as a kind of hot pot with smelly mandarin fish, or a type of herring canned fish. That smell, that soreness, damn, it had a force of six hundred miles