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In the kitchen.

Nan Yue treated the spinach as her enemy and chopped it into pieces.

In the end, he was still not satisfied. He grabbed a handful of garlic and put it on the chopping block without flaying its skin. Then, the back of the knife began to crack and the small mouth began to mutter.

"Xiao Yue, do you have a grudge against this dish?" Her voice was cold.

Nan Yue was shocked