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... t this moment, everyone scooped a bowl of yam broth and sipped it to relieve the spicy taste in their mouths.

At the same time, you can also taste the sweetness and sweetness of the yam stew.

Xylophone was eating yam, looked at Nan Feng who was beside him, and instructed: "Nan Feng, take some time to dig some yam in the bushes, wait for Wu to come, let Chang Xia make yam stew for Wu and Bai Qing to eat. This yam Soft and sweet, I think Wu will like it."

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