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"Fermented milk?" Si Yuan held onto the chopsticks, but his hand remained suspended in the air.

"Yes," Si Xinhong said as he tilted his head. He then gently pushed the small plate in front of him and placed it in front of Si Yuan.

Si Yuan's gaze was indifferent, but he did not intend to reject.

"If the general likes it, there's still some in the kitchen, I will take them right away