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Wen Xiu wrapped the candied flakes tightly around her neck. Without even washing her hands, she came out of the kitchen. Her hands were sticky and sticky.

Old Mrs. Li was already a bit afraid of Wen Xiu. She could still remember the dazzling kitchen knife from last night. If it wasn't for Madam Wang's good idea, she wouldn't have come and touch Wen Xiu's brows again. This woman was like a fiend