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A garment of ink-black cloud pattern, cinched with a White Jade belt, further accentuated his tall and straight figure.
Shen Yi slowly walked out of the room.
The old lady chortled, "My, he looks even more handsome than Heng Er, quickly come over and sit."
Fang Heng moved the table to the courtyard, brought over a few dishes of light appetizers, and then his eyes finally landed on the cloud pattern on the cuff of Shen Yi's sleeve.
Without saying much, he picked up a spoon and silently ladled out three bowls of thick porridge.
He helped the old lady to sit down, "There's only me and grandmother here, all we have is simple meals, if you don't mind, just help yourself to whatever."
"Thank you for the hospitality."
Having eaten dry rations for two days, Shen Yi did not feign politeness but sat directly at the table and began to eat, alternating between the small dishes and the porridge.
