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... Yang Zhishu pushed away the second cigarette Wu Yuan handed over: "I have to go back quickly, Dahei hasn't eaten yet."
"Father, wait a minute, I made Dahei's dog meal together, you can take it back directly."
After finishing speaking, he entered the house, heated up the leftovers on the gas stove, gave a portion to Yang Zhishu, and then sent them to the gravel road behind the house.
Back home again, the heads of the three dogs were all white, and they were anxious ...
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