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... uite chilly, so Qin Yao hitched the carriage.
As the sky barely showed a hint of light, she set off with her four children and Liu Jinbao.
There wasn’t time to make breakfast, so they ate rice balls made the night before, mixed with pork cracklings, which were fragrant and, when cold, even chewier.
There was no lunch at the school either, so they had to bring their own meals, also rice balls.
At least for now, because that’s the only convenient meal Qin Yao could ...
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