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He chewed on the rice and gulped it down. Luckily, he had not tasted the soup in the middle of the table.

Shen Yujing heaved a sigh of relief. Drinking a mouthful of soup, he would finally be able to suppress the rice that was choked in his throat.

With this thought, Shen Yujing took the spoon to fill the soup, but he was still a step too slow.

Feng Jiutan had already drunk the soup before her