"Real Fragrance"

Eat dinner with dad in the morning

Dad slapped his nose in front of everyone at the dinner table

She shouted "Don't wipe"

When my mother saw this, she rushed forward

Grabbed Dad's finger

Licking and talking at the same time

It smells so good, your boogers

…

"What bullshit!" Song Ziyu vomited and quickly threw away the "poetry collection" in his hand.

What bad luck!

Can this also be called poetry?

Song Ziyu was very puzzled, are all people in this world crazy?
Chapter completed!