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... the kitchen to light the oil lamp, only to find it already lit, with a man rolling up his sleeves and kneading dough. He quickly ran over. "Boss, let me help."
"No need, go get the other preparations done." Song Tingfan finished kneading the dough and then prepared the egg whites. As the sky turned fish belly white, the first batch of cakes was already steamed.
However, Lin Qiao hadn’t woken up yet.
By the time Song Tingfan headed to the camp, she still hadn’t woken up. ...
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