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... Lan, Xiaojiu has come back, and she looks pale. Did someone bully her outside?”

Song Baobao whispered to Mo Lan, tattling quietly.

Mo Lan paused briefly, “It’s okay, I’ll go check on her in a bit.”

She didn’t abandon her kitchen duties, but instead sped up her work, preparing four dishes and a soup, a mix of meat and vegetables.

She carried the food out to the table in the main room.

Song Baobao looked at the dishes on the table, especially the braised pig ...

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