"Has a greasy middle-aged fat man been here?"
The fat woman in a black dress walked to the bar and looked at the high chair in front of the bar. The small high chair might not be able to support her butt. So instead of sitting down, I stood outside and asked.
Linger was surprised when he saw her dress and clothes. She also came from the modern city?
Could it be that the fat man she was talking about was Uncle He?
Wait, her voice sounds so familiar...
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