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After eating the cold noodles, Zi Yan looked at Zhang Han with sparkling eyes, and said with a slight smile: "It's delicious, you are so good, I can't eat the food made by others if this continues."

"Hmm." Mengmeng raised her head when she heard the words, blinked her big clear eyes, and said very seriously: "Mengmeng has long, that...has long been unable to eat other people's meals, Mengmeng just I like Papa's rice, Ma Ma also likes Papa's rice, Mengmeng and Papa also like Papa."