Maybe it's because Rose came, in my eyes, my aunt and grandmother, who have been stretching out their hands to eat, actually burned a meal today, and my grandfather and I looked at each other in disbelief. The rice cooked in the autumn smoke is actually nothing more than two things, a chicken is for herself to eat, and a fish is for the rose, of course, the rose will not really eat, and it is just to sniff out the essence. The dish is nothing...

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