Cang Lie looked as usual, knelt down on one knee beside the coffee table, picked up a spoon and filled a bowl of chicken soup, and said slowly:

"The black chicken soup is filled with astragalus, angelica, codonopsis and wolfberry, and it has been simmered for two hours, and the little master has a taste."

Givenin rested his elbows on the table, his cheeks rambling...

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