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When Chloe put the steaming hot chicken soup on the table, Milton took an exaggeratedly deep, intoxicated breath, "It smells so good!"

Sam looked to Milton and said gloomily, "Mr. Cook, could you please express more clearly whether it is my wife's fragrance or the soup's?"

Milton hesitated, deep down of course it was Chloe who smelled better, but could he answer that way?

Of course not