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... hen, warm oil popping in the pan. The smell of fried chicken drifted through the house and wrapped around Han Suwen before he could finish the line he was reading.
He closed the manual, pressed his thumb between his brows, then let a smile settle in.
"Coming, dear."
He rose from the low table and walked in.
Meiyi stood by the stove, moving with the quick confidence she always had.
One of her sleeves hung flat, pinned neatly so it would not get in the way. ...
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