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In Fei City, at an inn downstairs, there was a meat soup shop.
Chen Qiu and his companions took advantage of the early morning, when the streets were not yet bustling, and sat at the stall to ask the shopkeeper for a few bowls of the first pot of meat soup. At the moment, goose feather-like snow still fluttered in the air. Drinking a mouthful of the scalding meat soup in this kind of weather was extremely comforting.
"This is so comfortable."
Fat Long slowly rotated the porcelain bowl in his hand, slurped a mouthful of the meat soup along the edge of the bowl, and couldn't help but draw in a few breaths of cold air with the soup still in his mouth, before swallowing and contentedly said.
"I think, even if I achieve Fasting after reaching Golden Core in the future, I'll still come to drink a bowl of this meat soup in winter."
"It warms the heart."
"Indeed."
