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... held a fruit knife in one hand and an apple peeling in the other. Seeing Meng Yanqi, he smiled and said, "I have known each other for so long. I'm not being polite to you. You sit first, today I'm making a fruit bowl, but I didn't expect my craftsmanship to be so bad that I can't even peel apples."

"Please." Lu Qingge brought two cups of tea and placed them in front of the two of them, and then went into the kitchen to serve pastries.

Meng Yanqi saw Pei Forsythia peeling clumsily, ...

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