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This was the first time someone had cooked a dish for him.

Although the dishes were somewhat simple and plain, in Nangong Xiao An's heart, it was as if honey was smeared all over them.

As for Xu Xiaomo, she sat on the opposite end of the table and watched as Nangong Xiao An finished all of the dishes that he had fried. Not a single bit of food was left