Chapter 296 Bet

In the office, Charlee Ford and Long Peikai stared at each other. He looked at the remaining half fried dough sticks in her hand, smelled the smell of a share of gutter oil suddenly coming in in the originally fragrant office, and finally couldn't bear it. "Is that what you eat in the morning?" Long Peikai asked with a frown. "Yeah, what's the problem?" Charlee Ford looked innocent. Long Peikai took a deep breath and seemed to be very angry with her: "Didn't the servant make breakfast and put it on the table?" When Charlee Ford heard this, he curled his lips in disgust and said, "That sandwich looks too bad. It's not as good as this soybean milk fried dough sticks." "… This is junk food, and the chef at home is Michelin Samsung chef." "No matter how many stars he is, I won't eat anything that looks disgusting." Long Peikai finally couldn't bear it. He said Charlee Ford, but the folds on his face shook like sieve bran, and he looked like a seizure. "Uncle, are you all right? Yo