January 11, Sunday.
On the way to school, Xue Yuantong glanced at the small stalls on the dam and asked, "Did you smell the fried rice today?"
Jiang Ning had smelled it, of course. Within the range of his Divine Sense, inside Yang Fei's farmhouse restaurant, Zhuang Jianhui had given up being obsessed with fishing and was spending the whole day learning a craft from the master chef.
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