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... out the bones. They were very large and plentiful, and he probably preferred meat over soup, so she only chopped off a small portion and saved the rest for the next meal.

When she heard his question, she didn’t mind. She answered smoothly, “Oh, that one was dug up by Jiu Chen. I was going to get a wooden pot but he said the stone one worked better.”

When she finished, she nodded in agreement. “Stone pots do work better.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Bai Ye stood up ...

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