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Although there were only three people at the dinner table, the atmosphere was very harmonious.
Xu Chaomu chattered incessantly, but most of the time she was talking to Mo Shuifu.
Shen Chi always had a smile on his lips; he didn't talk much, but he liked listening to Xu Chaomu.
Five years later, he was glad she was still the same.
Sometimes he was really afraid—what if she became silent and reserved, what if she became inferior and indifferent—what would he do then?
Xu Chaomu and Mo Shuifu laughed and talked so much that they even forgot to eat.
"Mumu, try this." Shen Chi picked up a piece of braised pork for her.
The braised pork was not fatty or greasy, and it had a rich, juicy fragrance.
Shen Chi had specifically picked out the best piece.
Who knew Xu Chaomu wouldn't appreciate it: "I'm too busy to eat."
Ever since she was young, Shen Chi had warned her not to talk at the dinner table, but this mischievous girl had never remembered it once.
