Yun Yao already had no less than thirty slices of bread piled up beside her, and the final two were finally done.
"Here, my darlings, this is Grandma's very first time cooking. My skills aren't much, but please don't mind." Yun Yao held out two rather unappealing sandwiches and said with a somewhat embarrassed smile.
To be able to eat something made by Yun Yao's own hands—were they not perhaps the luckiest people in the entire Four Seas and Eight Desolates?
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