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... home, but Mr. Cheney personally oversees the little young master’s three meals a day.
During those three years, Mr. Cheney didn’t live very comfortably, and she could see it plainly.
But every time he looked at the little young master, no matter how bad his mood was, a loving smile would always grace his face.
Sylvan Cheney lowered his head, slicing ribs and green onions, picking out corn, adjusting the flame—his movements were smooth and fluid, like flowing water.
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