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"Smells great!" He licked his fingers with satisfaction and praised.
The little money-grubber sitting in front of him ignored him, busy digging out a small ledger from her overalls and seriously jotting down accounts. She hummed absentmindedly, "I love small money, small money loves me, being stingy means nothing to me..."
"Aren't you going to eat?" Qin Morui stared at the last chicken wing, a restrained look in his eyes.
The little girl seemed to not have eaten yet, better save some for her.
"You can have the fried chicken wing. I'll have egg noodles." Xingyao finished her accounting, tucked the little book back into her pocket, and generously spoke seeing his unsatisfied expression.
Hearing her words, Qin Morui was stunned.
His face was full of disbelief, "You don't like fried chicken?"
Could it be possible that someone doesn't like fried chicken? And such delicious pancakes!
