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Her hands had just been catching fish, and her sleeves were smeared with mud. On top of that, from all the work, there was a faint smell of sweat about her. To make matters worse, the hand she offered the drumstick with was sticky, and there was some unidentifiable grime under her nails.

Chu Le was quite put off and shook her head. "No, thank you. You all go ahead