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... eat chicken, but I also want to eat grapes~"

"It's a bit difficult for grapes."

When he was trapped in that forest before, Qiqi found a bunch of wild grapes from nowhere, tasted it once and kept thinking about it.

"What about the chicken?"

"this is okay."

That night, Xie Hui lit a lamp, placed it on the upper left corner of the table, and held the chess piece in his arms.

"I worked hard tonight."

"Aww~"

Whenever Dad has something to ask him ...

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