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When he got home, the sky had already turned dark.
Yang Mingcheng moved the grains he had bought into the grain storehouse, and Yang Zhenshan gave the pork, pork bones, and condiments to Ms. Wang.
"Dad, why did you buy so much meat?" Ms. Wang looked at the pork and couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
"Make it delicious!" Yang Zhenshan didn't explain further, just said it indifferently.
There was no way to explain it. He couldn't just say he wasn't used ...
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