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As the dishes were served one after another, Gu Fanxing picked up his chopsticks and began to eat. He did not care how their gazes met in the air, he would only care about it after he was full.

Just as she was about to eat, Yan Zhen suddenly picked up a piece of the smeared North Pole Sear with the chopsticks and placed it on the plate in front of Gu Fanxing, "Your favorite dish