Money-Grubbing System C16
by MarineTLChapter 16 Cheng Tianxiang used his noodles to scrape up the last bit of pork knuckle sauce from the bowl and popped it into his mouth, letting out a satisfied burp. Little Chengyu had the heart of a foodie but not the stomach for it. Clutching his full, bulging belly, he watched his dad clean out every dish on the table with a mournful face. “I haven’t had enough yet.” Cheng Tianxiang ignored his son's complaint. He pulled a napkin from the cardboard box on the table, wiped his mouth, and called…




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