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... the dumplings on a plate before passing it to a servant behind her. “Bring it over to our guest.”
“Yes, Young Madam.”
By now, her husband’s forehead was creased and crumpled, his sulky dissatisfaction shining from the depths of his orbs.
Naturally, she could sense the emotions brewing within him, so she comforted him by holding his hand under the table while she scooped food onto his plate with her other hand. “Eat. I’ve brewed chicken soup for you and I’ll scoop so ...
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