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At dinner time, as expected, Ms. Wang brought a pot of fish head tofu soup to the table.
"Brother An, you must be exhausted from studying these days. Here, I made you some soup. Drink more," she said.
"Thank you, Third Aunt!"
Ye Zi’an had always been touched by Ms. Wang’s kindness, thinking that his own mother would probably do the same.
As for the soup, it was extremely satisfying. The flavor was perfectly tailored to his preferences, which ...
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