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Jiang Yao ignored her coquettishness. She had healed her scar and forgot about the pain.

"Yanyan, you try … hmm, Yao, you're back."

Aunt Jiang was wearing an apron that was not much different from Shen Yanyan's. In her hand was a small plate of food, some kind of food that looked golden and round. It had been a long time since Jiang Yao had seen her cook, and today she wondered why