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The Qian Family knew their limits and retreated, so they hadn't troubled him for many days.
Mo Hua was happy for the break and started to continue with his own affairs.
The Refinery Shop and Alchemist's Business had been established, so he didn't have to worry about them anymore, and there was another matter he had wanted to plan for a while.
One afternoon, An Xiaofu came over to eat again.
He was drinking wine, eating meat, and chatting with everyone.
Perhaps inheriting his mother's talent, An Xiaofu had a strong ability to listen to gossip and to gossip himself.
When he listened, people loved to talk; when he talked, people loved to listen.
Mo Hua waved him over.
Seeing this, An Xiaofu was slightly taken aback, but then his expression brightened, and he scurried over immediately.
When he got close, he saw that there was nothing on the table in front of Mo Hua and couldn't help but look puzzled:
"No food?"
