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Zhang Ting shook his head and smiled, got up again and brought the bowl of porridge that had just been placed far away on the table to him. "Do you want me to feed you or eat it yourself?"
Zhan Xima replied, "I'll eat it myself." Let her feed him. Does he still want noodles? He is already a 10-year-old, okay? In the palace, he just eats alone. Zhang…