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... ingsi's life has finally got a little warmer, just like a bowl of hot porridge sent this morning.
It's not the taste bought on the street, it was made by a mother herself.
"The two of us are fine, just a few skin injuries."
Mrs. Yue looked at Yan Qingsi's face and sighed: "It's also hurting. I have seen the pictures on the Internet. It was so dangerous."
Yue didn't speak after listening to the wind. He finished cooking with Mrs. Yue and frowned, "Mom, is there no meat ...
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