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The taste was extremely strange, yet strangely delicious.
With a slight frown, Wang Jie gently pushed away Zhang Jianing's hand.
"What's wrong? Wang Jie, brother, does the taste not suit your palate?"
"No, there's no need to feed me, I can drink it myself."
As he spoke, Wang Jie took the food for himself to eat. He hadn't eaten anything since noon and indeed felt a bit hungry, and after all, he was entitled to these things.
The family members had been taking things from him, so it was only fair that Wang Jie had his share of the tonics.
Watching Wang Jie gobble up the food, bite by bite, drink by drink, Zhang Jianing, sitting beside him, smiled sweetly, her tender white hands cradling her chin, her big eyes batting affectionately as she admired Wang Jie.
