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... nest porridge.
Cui Ji took it, sat on the embroidery stool next to the rocking chair, scooped up a spoonful, blew it cool, and brought it to Shen Yinning’s lips.
Shen Yinning only took half a bite and frowned: "Why is it this kind of bird’s nest every day? I usually eat golden swiftlet bird’s nest."
Her voice was soft and gentle, even her dissatisfaction carried a hint of coquettish charm.
Cui Ji didn’t know that bird’s nest was categorized into different grades. ...
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