Xu Qinghuan sat on a small stool by the doorway, taking things out one by one: a pound of pork belly, a large marrow bone, five pounds of rice, and five pounds of flour. She was so absorbed in her task that she didn't hear a word Yu Xiaomin said.
She looked as if her soul had wandered off to some distant place.
Yu Xiaomin and Qiao Xinyu exchanged a glance, both sensing that something was wrong with her.
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