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... p> The pork belly in the clay pot simmered with a "gurgle," and the rich smell of meat mingled with the overpowering scent of star anise and cinnamon, stubbornly occupying every corner of the room.
Lin Wan Yi’s face still had a few smudges of ash, like a little cat caught sneaking food. She knocked out the last piece of damp black coal cake from the mold, neatly lining them up by the stove to dry.
Gu Yanshen stood right behind her, his tall figure almost enveloping her. He watche ...
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