It was meal time, and the Qin family's dinner table was rich in dishes.

Xiaofeng came out of the kitchen with a plate of braised pork and gave her son a wink.

The meat with red sauce is cut squarely, and it looks more oily and shiny under the lamp. Xiaowei just stared at the meat on the plate and swallowed saliva, unable to move his eyes.

The smell of domineering wafted from the kitchen all the time, and his stomach had been singing and singing for a long time. If it wasn't for the fear of being beaten, how could he bear to sit on a chair and wait for dinner.

Change the usual time,

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