“…… It's nothing. ”

Duan Chuiwen put all the things in his hand on the small table, and went to open the food box first.

As soon as the lid of the box was lifted, a fragrance immediately diffused, a faint salty and fresh air, not greasy or dry, and vaguely mixed with a little smell of medicinal herbs.

"You actually brought me something to eat. ......

Chapter 180 of "East Palace Zangjiao" I can help you knead It is being hit by hand, please wait a while,

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