\”Go to the western restaurant to eat steak with my classmates. The two discuss a little or seven cooked. Eventually, I followed me and asked for seven -point cooked steak. But if you are under the bright lights, I guess I can’t eat it. Drop.
When the waiter poured the black pepper juice on the iron plate steak, the rich fragrance of the black pepper juice floating out made me forget the steak with a bit of blood. … \”