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... iddle of the night, Xiang Ying was hugging the children, sleeping in the tent.
But she was really a bit hungry.
She hardly ate anything for dinner.
Not because she didn’t want to eat, but because she felt that the stewed cabbage and meat couldn’t satisfy her picky stomach.
She simply went into her magical space, ordered from the kitchen first, choosing a bunch of braised dishes.
Braised pig’s trotters, duck heads, and a pot of spicy and numbing skewers, al ...
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