Sigh, a Marshal with a wife is a treasure, while a robot without a lover's affection is like a blade of grass!
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On this morning, under Du Xixi's guidance, Ke Lian finally steamed a pot of big white buns, each the size of two adult fists. At least in terms of Du Xixi's appetite, she could only eat a small half of one of these big white buns for breakfast.
Ke Xing had already returned from his appointment, but Mo Ying, being quite frightened of Ke Lian, dared not continue living at the Ke Family. Within a few days, she moved back to the Mo Family but would occasionally return to check on Du Xixi and the child in her belly.
Du Xixi couldn't eat more than a small half of the bun, sipping warm water in tiny mouthfuls while gently watching Ke Xing and his son eating buns.