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"Thank you, Mom." Jiang Hang nodded his head and put some of the vegetables into his mouth. He didn't even care about the taste and thanked him. He knew that this dish was exactly what Jiang Lu thought he liked.

Yes, it was Jiang Lu who thought that Jiang Anshuo liked it, not the dishes that Jiang Anshuo really liked. As he slowly chewed the vegetables in his mouth