"How time flies..."
There is a canopy on the beach in front of Iren's tavern.
Looking at the sea breeze blowing in the face and the slightly slanting sunset, Irene, who was sitting on a small bench near the beach, wiped a handful of baked oily lizard thighs, and her face was written with contentment and satisfaction.
Fairy Wang Fugui is not far away, filling beer ton by ton, and competing with the brothers of the jungle corps who can drink more... This agile chicken has never won.
The Iraqi boss standing behind the bar finally honestly faced his special hobby and put on rattan with a group of beautiful Yuezu girls