lt;The Pocket Dimens

At the village's edge, in a dilapidated grass temple, a woman with washed-out clothes patched countless times stood behind the stove, wielding a chipped spatula.,In the same large iron pot, green vegetables were being cooked. The vegetable soup had no oil at all.,When facing the Chen brothers, he bit down on his face, untied his belt with a sorrowful expression.。