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The sky was overcast, and a cold wind howled through the trees, causing their branches to rustle.,Now that it's cold again, a steaming bowl of noodles or a bowl of white rice porridge would be perfect.,Leading the way was a white-haired, taciturn woman, who appeared to be around fifty years old. Following behind her was a middle-aged woman with a pretty face and a smile that made her seem kind and gentle. However, a fleeting calculating glint in her eyes made Ye Qianzhi realize that this woman was probably not as straightforward as she seemed.。

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