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"Ze Hao, what did you buy?" Qiao Xiaoxiao, who was sitting in the car, looked at the item he brought back with a puzzled expression.

Odd, everything.

Just like how Qiao Xiaoxiao took out ginger, it could be said to be necessary, but why did she take out a chicken?

"What is this black paint, is it a chicken?"

The chicken must have been pressed down there