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... bowl of millet porridge, each injured soldier also had half a bowl of milk and a boiled egg.
These things, so common in later generations, were comparable to mountain delicacies in their eyes.
Everyone ate extremely cherishedly, almost piously, which made Jiang Yuqing feel sour.
After they finished eating, she took several nurses to do rounds. These lovely and straightforward guys actually pushed the eggs they hid into her hands one after another.
"Little genius ...
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