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"Ugh …" "Alright …"

Qiuye did not understand why he was so displeased, she obediently sat down at the dining table, but she could not hide the joy in her heart.

Zhuang Shilee looked at the food on the table and frowned. Was this what she meant by breakfast? The light millet porridge, the fried eggs that were just right in the middle of the fire