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The quiet Zhao village starts to get busy.

In the east house, which no one had ever cared about in the morning, the sound of a shovel was heard. Zhao Qinghe was cooking inside. The fragrance drifted into Zhao Chanqiu's nose. He could easily tell that it was the smell of meat.

He could not help but think of the ribs in his lunch box yesterday. It was a pity that he did not eat them