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He had made some egg and bok choy congee. Right now, the congee was quietly resting in the pot. Looking into the pot, the white rice grains had a slight yellow tint, with bok choy leaves and egg flowers innocently floating on the surface, giving off a faint burnt aroma.

He picked up the pot, intending to dump the whole thing into the trash, but before he could, he set it back down with a sigh