The Journey of an Ou

“Holding a steamed bun in my hands… There's not a drop of oil in the vegetables…”,The tall man, known as Izenabe, smiled gently and walked to the shelf of household goods. "While I'm picking something out," he said,,Old Jack instinctively shielded his head, then roared when he saw what had happened: "Heather! You've wrecked my shipping container again! And the old shop door!"。