When the first beam of sunlight was cast from outside the crystal window onto Cen Leyu's face, the little girl seemed to have triggered some switch. She started to cheer with her brothers in the previous second, and then she snored and started to fight.

"No, she's sick..."

Li Cang, who was so dizzy that he was cursed.

After resting all night, the radiant little aunt came out with a pot of lily papaya stewed bird's nest, sucking spoonfuls one spoonful after another, her face as rosy as wolfberry in a small bowl of bone porcelain: "How is it! Just tell me how the psychologist my aunt is looking for you! Are you old professional?"

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His face is full of vicissitudes, and it gives people the feeling that he has suddenly become ten years older, emmmmm. After all, he may have finished his half-life words in these few hours. Ten years have become a conservative statement.

"Geese, goose, goose~" Qiao Shasha also served him a bowl: "The kitchen is already preparing, try this, Tili's bird's nest is very good. I will pack a sack for you and take it back for Aunt Rao and Leilei to try it~"

"Hiss!" Li Cang suddenly took a breath: "No! Even this thing is alienated?"

"Of course, otherwise why should I drink it? It feels useful, and it is not all a placebo effect!"

"It just so happens that I'll ask those people to help you do an ecological census and use materials to test them one by one. Maybe I can dig out some good things!"

"It's up to you~" said the little aunt: "I ate quite vegetarian this morning. Do you have anything else to eat? Let the kitchen make it for you~"

"Slaughter two tumors, the half with tumors is braised red, and the other half is roasted!"

"Shiyou...shiyou...shiyou..."

Hath, I asked this extra question, what kind of animal is this?

Fu Jinxin could get up and walk around, but when she was called out to eat, she saw two huge pots and two and a half roast beef on the table, she felt weaker and deeper and shaky. She suddenly wanted to vomit: "I...I'll drink half a bowl of white porridge..."

Look, the difference in experience is here. If Chef Kong, who is used to the strong winds and waves, will only frown when he sees this scene: "Xiao Cang, do you have a bad appetite? Why do you eat so little?"

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