The Journey of an Ou

“Holding a steamed bun in my hands… There's not a drop of oil in the vegetables…”,Izenna turned her head and saw a young man with an obscured face, carrying five boxes of sparkling water in each hand, walking steadily towards them.,Eizen subconsciously rubbed his stubble-covered chin. Such a talented young man could make a name for himself anywhere, so why would he willingly end up in Old Jack's shop and let him exploit him。