["To hell with taking leave! No more leave! After the meeting this afternoon, I turned down social engagements and hurried home to write updates! Today, please call me by my new name: Uncomfortable-If-I-Don't-Update-sky!"]
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Chapter One Hundred Eighty [Isn't That Sincere Enough?]
A plate of yam fried with sliced pork, a plate of loofah fried with edamame, a plate of Ma Ji's soy sauce beef neatly sliced and arranged, and a pot of lotus root and pork rib soup.
Chen Nuo took a look at the dishes—three dishes and one soup. Not quite fitting. He swiftly sliced up a couple of cucumbers and tossed them with sweet and sour dressing.
Four dishes and one soup, all set!
Sun Keke was stunned, sitting foolishly by the dining table, staring with wide eyes at Chen Xiaoguo bustling about in the kitchen, her eyes filled with a mixture of grievance and intense affection...
