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The sweet potato that Qiao Yanran had brought this time was not big. It was only the size of a child's palm, but it was very sweet. The fragrance of the roasting skin was very alluring.

These few days.

"How strong is he?" Mo Ling raised his head and asked, "Is your leg better now?"

Qiao Yanran nodded and was very satisfied. "Your method is very good