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"The porridge is here, the porridge is here... What are you two standing here for? The wind is too strong, come in and sit here!"

Ye Qing ran back with a bowl of steaming chicken soup porridge. Seeing Mo Li and Mu Yunhua standing at the door with strange postures, she casually said something and put the bowl on the table.

She was afraid that Mu Yunhua would get cold from sleeping for too long