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In the evening, Qin Xianglian prepared a bowl of saucy stewed noodles, her handmade noodles were incredibly chewy and delicious. Jiang Xiaobai ate two large bowls, while Moron, seemingly trying to compete with him, ate three bowls. Qin Xianglian only had a small bowl.
After dinner, Moron went to bed. This guy always got sleepy when he was full. Qin Xianglian cleared away the dishes and washed them in the kitchen.
Jiang Xiaobai leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching her from behind. The incandescent light hanging from the kitchen ceiling had a layer of black grease on it, making it even dimmer than it already was.
"Xiaobai, you really shouldn't do anything special for me and Xiao Lang anymore," Qin Xianglian, with her back to Jiang Xiaobai, said, "You are the factory director, you have to treat everyone equally, otherwise, the others will have issues."
"Aunt, I'll handle it appropriately," Jiang Xiaobai replied.
