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"Qiao Chutian, can you really make a Western meal big enough for the whole family?"
Mai Xiaomai asked, a bit distrustful.
"Of course,"
Qiao Chutian confidently said, "as long as I have someone to assist me, I can claim to be chef-level."
"A low-level chef."
"Wait and see."
"Alright, then I'll look forward to seeing your chef prowess the day after tomorrow."
Mai Xiaomai said happily, "Then I won't ask my mom for advice tomorrow. I'll just help you as an assistant."
"Hmm."
"By the way, should we bring a gift for Grandpa?"
"Definitely. But I've already prepared something. It's a jade carving of 'fortune, prosperity, and longevity,' he should like it."
"Then I won't need to worry about it. I'll give him another massage the day after tomorrow to ease his muscles and joints. That should be better than any gift."
"Hmm."
"By the way, I wanted to ask you about your grandmother. In our forensic field, it's said that she went missing. Is that true?"
