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Jun Mo Xie picked up a pair of stewed, soft radish leaves and placed them near her lips.

Qiao Yanran was indeed a little hungry and she barely managed to take a bite out of it.

The radish leaf had been stewed until it was soft and rotten. It tasted sour, but it wasn't too bad. Furthermore, she was able to faintly taste some meat.

After feeding her half a bowl of rice