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"Not bad!" Sang Xiaoyu nodded.

She had always known about his cooking skills, and his cooking skills were at the level of a chef's.

When he looked down again, he heard his low and deep voice sound out, "small goldfish, I haven't cooked for you for a long time!"

Sang Xiaoyu slowly pursed her lips.

She did not say anything else, and finished the bowl of noodles in silence.

In the afternoon