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Ming You immediately covered the sour plum soup in her bowl, afraid that he would take it away.

Feng Xian helplessly said, "Then, just two sips of cold tea will do." Just look at this tiny bit of strength, it was no less than it was back then. Back then, she was able to snatch a mouthful of food from her mouth, but now, it was really good. She couldn't even finish a mouthful of soup