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... , the two of them were eating fish and drinking fish soup. Old Niu couldn’t help but ask, "Junior Sister Mo, has my cooking skill declined over the years?"
Mo Qingmei’s memories began to surge. Actually, with the first sip, past memories had already flooded her mind.
But at this moment, she merely said, "It’s acceptable."
A slight smile appeared on the face of this Ox, as if those simple two words were the highest praise.
In fact, Mo Qingmei’s appetite was not lar ...
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