C50 Old Mistress

Upon entering the kitchen, the stout cook fixed us with a fierce glare for what felt like an eternity before finally shooting Wang Dali a flirtatious wink, sending shivers down my spine. Yet, on second thought, it seemed rather typical. A woman of her size, cooped up in a sunless kitchen year-round, would naturally gravitate toward a burly type like Wang Dali.

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