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... Jingchuan decisively turned off the stove, put down the spatula, untied his apron, and step by step walked over to Wenyan.
He squatted in front of Wenyan’s wheelchair, looked up earnestly, and gazed into her eyes.
"What do you think I am? You’re sick, how could I deceive you with the food from outside? I won’t lie to you, the bones used for your soup are carefully selected by me early every morning."
"Oh~" Wenyan nodded, feeling a bit uneasy under Shen Jingchuan’s intense ...
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