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It was late at night.

On the table laid with a plain, plain tablecloth was a perfectly fitting and elegant flower arrangement, as well as four porcelain bowls. There were no longer any traces of noodles in the bowls, leaving only the soup at the bottom and the green onions stuck to the walls. The oily remnants of the soup sparkled in the light.

"Mo'er, are you full?" Xiao Zi Wu asked