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... e, it was already the end of summer.
July was aflame, in the final struggle of sweltering summer, the lotus flowers in the pond were virtually gone.
Zhuang Qingning instructed people to collect the last batch of lotus flowers. Fresh petals were picked and fried to make the crispy and sweet lotus cakes, which were distributed to Chu Siyu and Chu Zimo to satiate the little snack-lovers.
“Mother.” Chu Siyu, his mouth full of delicious lotus cake, asked, “Can we take some of ...
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