C202 They Were Not Things That Could be Found in the Pond
In the kitchen, Luo Lingyan pulled up a small stool and sat in front of the stove, her hands resting on her knees. Her eyes reflected the flickering flames as the wood crackled. One hand propped up her pointed chin, while the other held a poker, carefully tending to the fire. Her mind raced, calculating the shop's profit model.
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