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"Sure enough, eating a little osmanthus cake this autumn can't be any more comfortable." Wei Qiyang, who was leisurely holding a cinnamon cake, squinted his eyes and looked at Su Wanruo with a smile.

Su Wanruo smiled with a rigid face. "Yes, the taste is sweet and delicious. It has a strong fragrance of osmanthus flowers."

Wei Qiyang felt that Su Wanruo always looked weird today