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"Can't you let the chef cook?" Sheng Anxia muttered softly, "You clearly don't like food, yet you keep asking me to cook it. Is there something wrong with your sense of taste, or is there something wrong with your brain …"

Gu Hanmo pulled off his thin robe. As he turned his head, he stared at Sheng Anxia with eyes that seemed to have substance, "What did you say?"

Under the morning light