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... already which was why she took a calming shower and then went outside her room when she smelled the scent of food coming from the kitchen, she thought that it was Old Madam Yan but to her surprise when she came down the stairs, she saw her husband seriously frying the sausages that were cut in the same of octopus with omelettes and porridge cooking on the other three stoves while Old Madam Yan stared at her husband pitifully.

' Oh, he must have remembered what he did last night,' thought ...

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