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... the city was already bustling with activity.

Several osmanthus trees were planted in the courtyard, their fragrance wafting on the autumn breeze. Since arriving yesterday, Shen Yin had been eyeing these osmanthus trees with interest.

As the ancients said: "Regular consumption of osmanthus can perfume the body and warm the stomach." For a foodie like her, the goal was naturally to find a way to get that osmanthus fragrance into her belly.

"Aunt, is it alright if I pick som ...

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