The Journey of an Ou

His portly belly strained against his soiled, floral-patterned shirt, while his face was covered in a tangle of white whiskers like tangled electrical wires. His sparse hair, barely enough to count on one hand, failed to conceal his shiny scalp. Coupled with his textbook-perfect beer gut, this short, stout old man's first impression wasn't exactly charming.,"The language has switched from Chinese to the common tongue of this world. Haizer, while walking towards the back storage room, grumbled: "I've even come up with slogans for you – 99 years of Si Lu sparkling water, ten years of precipitation, a noble experience, an intoxicating aroma, letting you experience all sorts of hospitals.",For a moment, Jack's father was touched by his own kindness. Wiping away a tear, he reached under the cupboard and pulled out half a bottle of whiskey. He took a big swig.。