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Seeing her nervous face, Xiangdang quickened his grass picking movements and smiled: "If it's really like that, then it's good." After pausing for a moment, he looked at Ning Qing, "Mom, is it not good for me to do this?"

Ning Qingzheng was inspecting a withered tomato, and upon hearing this, he asked in puzzlement, "What's wrong with it?"

"You don't usually educate us that way!"

"Silly son