“Holding a steamed bun in my hands… There's not a drop of oil in the vegetables…”,Jack's Old Man was half-paralyzed on the dilapidated sofa behind the counter, his short, stubby fingers like turnips, he pointed to the back room and began to grumble in a voice hoarse from smoke and alcohol: "You're only good for your strength. Get moving! Bring out ten cases of Si Lu sparkling water.",Although rare, at this very moment, Haze's body was indeed covered in a thin veil of ki that resembled the stillness of a silent river.。