Lin Anqin was cooking home-cooked dishes in the kitchen, and the oil smoke floated out into the hall along the old exhaust fan. Su Chengye was smoking and coughing, patting the sofa and shouting a topic that had been repeated for more than ten years, closing the door for cooking and closing the door. Stir-fry!...
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