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He had only thought she was ugly, bad, bad, and had never known she could cook such a good meal, and it was all his favorite food.

Huo Zhi blinked. She wore an apron, an English one, and a towel stopped her in the middle. She pulled it off, wiped her hands, and smiled at him as she had when she was young, innocent as if she had never known the hardships of the world.

In his eyes