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Since they had to work in the afternoon, no one drank alcohol.
Gao Yanxin muttered while eating, “This is what real food should taste like. No matter how good the ingredients are, when they’re in my mom’s hands, they turn into a pile of mud.”
Everyone at the table found his mumbling amusing.
Ji Yuzhu said angrily, “You little brat, don’t think we can’t hear your mumbling. If you think my cooking is so bad, why don’t you cook for yourself instead of relying on you ...
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