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This was not just a formality, it was true. The dishes cooked by Qin Peigrong tasted really good. Jin Yuan's eyes lit up. "Mom, your dishes are so delicious."

Qin Pei-Rong's expression was indifferent as she spoke with an indescribable pride, "Of course, I cooked for your father a lot back then."

"Really?" Jin Yuan frowned