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The Silk Embroideress, who had risen early, didn’t disturb Gu Zhao. Instead, she drew a basin of water and prepared to boil it on the stove for the day’s drinking supply. But the moment she stepped into the kitchen, she was utterly stunned.
A moment later, Elder He, who had been dragged to the kitchen by the Silk Embroideress, also stared blankly.
The once-empty water vat was now filled to the brim with plump, large, glistening white rice. In a corner of the room was ...
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