Lu Fenying said again: “Eat again.”
Mo Qing’er sighed softly, and he was about to be relieved anyway, so bear with him again.
She sat down, and Lu Fangying handed over her bowl: “Eat.”
Mo Qing’er took it and ate his own quietly.
“How is it? Xiu’er just made it today.” Lu Fangying asked coldly.
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