Young corn is suitable for cooking, while old corn is suitable for roasting.

Think about it, the roasted corns nowadays are all made of young corns. The gluttonous invaders are invading. Those who are short of food will eat the roasted corns in the field as an elegant expression. It is nonsense, pure nonsense.

Tender corn doesn't smell good even after roasting, so that's just nonsense.

"Call the landlord."

"I'll grab it."

"Three points."

"Fight with yourself, you are a real talent." Looking back at the two extra clones on the mat, Tilapia couldn't laugh or cry, and secretly admired his little maid for her pioneering work.

Immediately, my mind returned to the great cause of fishing.

It's obviously not my first time in the Air Force, so I should be used to it by now.

But this time, for some unknown reason, he just didn't want to lose to a few little old men.

Every time he thinks of the teasing in the other person's eyes, someone feels aggrieved.

He Tilapia, a stupid guy who has traveled through all the worlds, hasn't lost in a long time.

Not to mention, the other party is just a few ordinary retired old men.
Chapter completed!