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This "Xiao Bai," Mother Xu did remember a bit more vividly; she seemed to have grown a few years younger, "Alright, hurry inside, I've cooked some delicious food for you all."
It was lively and bustling.
Xu Musen, knowing he couldn't contribute to the conversation, directly slipped away to the front of his room.
As he was about to hang up his down jacket, he unexpectedly bumped into Yao Mingyue coming out of his room.
Yao Mingyue lifted her eyes to look at him, revealing the slightly sly smile she usually wore, "Yo, what time do you think this is, finally remembering to come home?"
While speaking, she skillfully took the jacket from Xu Musen's hand and hung it on the rack.
This smooth series of actions was just like a wife chiding a late-returning husband.
Only, in their previous lives, it was mostly Xu Musen who would cook and wait for her to come home.
The sudden role reversal was still a bit unfamiliar.
