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"Little princesses, are you looking for me?" Zhao Ziloong squinted his eyes and asked.

"As a chef, you don't know how to wait for a guest, and you don't know why you're running around blindly. We want to eat the fruit rice you made." Seeing the warm smile on Zhao Ziloong's face, Feng Yiran blushed for no reason.

"Hehe, a group of little princesses coming to eat my cooking, this is my honor