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Liang Qisen looked shocked: "!!!"
Not only did the benefactor enter the kitchen himself, but he also asked for help serving the dishes!!
Did he hear it wrong?!
Xiangxiang carried a pot of stewed duck with bamboo shoots to the kitchen door, not hearing any movement behind him, he turned back to see Liang Qisen standing in front of the stove looking like he was about to die: "Young Master Liang, is there a problem?"
"No problem." Liang Qisen replied with a look of constipation, gritting his teeth, he nervously stepped forward to hold the edge of the bowl filled with vegetables.
Xiangxiang took the duck with bamboo shoots to the dining room, placed it down and returned to the kitchen to see Liang Qisen still holding the bowl as before, laughing: "Young Master Liang, you've been immobilized?"
"Huh?" Liang Qisen snapped out of it, hurriedly said: "No, no."
Xiangxiang's smile suddenly vanished: "Then why aren't you taking the dishes to the dining room?!"
