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Chapter 222: A Family I Don’t Deserve
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... most no difference to the rice back on Earth. If anything it felt softer, absorbing the soup better, cradling each drop of broth. I wasn’t used to eating rice in this manner back on Earth.
And the meat was soft, easily tearing and melting beneath each bite. Something that tasted like mild honey squeezed out of the tender flesh, mixing with my saliva in a way that made me want to slow down and savor it but also made it impossible to stop.
Each spoonful was something to look forwar ...
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