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Quang Tiến :

Cái phần đánh tiết canh ngan ngon nhất là cuống họng con lợn😂

2026-07-26 02:58:01

114

Nhà đất Ea Kar :

Cổ ăn xương dăm ko

2026-07-26 01:46:17

16

Hoàng Bá Chương :

Mề làm nhân ngon nha

2026-07-27 12:50:01

1

truong.tv :

Riêng tiết canh mà băm cổ vào là mình ko ăn . Ăn tiết canh cho mát mà băm cổ vào ăn cứ bị cấn cấn xương

2026-07-26 03:29:32

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điệp viên 03 :

K có gì là nhất. Mỗi người 1 khẩu vị. Theo t thì nhân tiết phải kết hợp cổ lòng và ít nạc mới đúng chuẩn. Nó bùi vị hơn

2026-07-26 05:57:10

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Bùi Công 8386 :

cứ lòng mề mà đánh là ngon nhất

2026-07-26 04:34:38

7

Ok :

Cổ ta lấy cái rìa ngoài thôi chứ ai băm hết cả xương thế ăn ớn mồm lắm

2026-07-27 11:22:53

1

Nam tuấn (ỏn) :

Cho mẹ 6 nước 3 tiết cho nhanh rạch việc vãi

2026-07-27 14:46:35

0

Trai Mía :

Cổ là đỉnh nhất rồi

2026-07-27 08:17:58

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Tao khùng cãi tao chi :

Ngon lành gì thứ máu me vay troi ?

2026-07-26 19:33:43

0

🍀ᗪũᑎg☘️ :

Video cắt ghép quá nhju khả năng tiết k phải 1 con vịt😆

2026-07-26 00:42:12

3

KT Gập Gương Tcar :

😂 gì chứ T đánh giá k cao video này. Thứ nhất là cổ, thứ 2 là hạt dổi, thứ 3 là hình thức xấu nhìn rơi vãi hết tiết ra bát. thứ 4 thiếu hành nướng

2026-07-26 03:40:26

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Bình Yên 🍀🍀🫧 :

Tiết hơi dây rồi,thường thôi😂

2026-07-26 05:47:26

1

Bậc Thầy Thôi Miên :

để bao nhiêu tiếng rồi chưa đông. chắc đang bỏ vào tủ lạnh

2026-07-26 05:25:12

2

Hùng Quốc :

Nhìn tiết biết hỏng rồi 😆😆😆

2026-07-26 04:56:58

2

kiên quyết :

tiết giây thế

2026-07-26 03:28:00

1

Vàng Hồng :

Ngon nhất là tuỳ khẩu vị mỗi người , khẩu vị vùng miền

2026-07-26 17:06:12

1

Vũ cường :

Ko bằng mấy thanh niên xóm tôi

2026-07-26 06:05:22

1

Dũng Ken :

toàn xương

2026-07-26 03:32:01

1

Bình An :

ăn lủng cà lủng củng

2026-07-26 03:10:04

3

Thầy pháp bắt ma /tuý/🥸 :

Cổ với phao câu à kk

2026-07-26 03:52:23

1

G_Ka83 :

bao nhiêu nước, bao nhiêu nước mắm thì ko nói 😂

2026-07-26 03:28:56

1

shopnambg :

không hiểu sao mk hãm 1 mắm 2 nước mà tiết vẫn bị gây và đông

2026-07-26 06:43:44

1

Nguyễn Hải Nhân :

Ko làm lông à bạn😁

2026-07-26 03:32:55

1

Nguyen N. Duong 🌊 :

Cổ ăn xương k đau răng bỏ bố đi đc chứ đâu ra mà giòn sần sật 🤣🤣🤣

2026-07-26 05:35:21

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