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Ling Ningzhi froze for a moment, then immediately reacted, her cheeks as if on fire, reaching out to pinch the soft flesh of his left ribs, twisting it several times forcefully.
"You're going to die! What rice bowl, sounds awful!"
"Besides, you're such a big man now, still fighting for food with the baby... Wait, who's giving you food!"
"You used to eat quite a lot..." Chen Mo muttered softly.
"You're still talking!" Ling Ningzhi's chest heaved, both ashamed and angry.
Just thinking about Chen Mo and the baby on her left and right, she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
Chen Mo was still pondering the taste of skim milk when he suddenly felt someone twisting him on the right side, looked down, and saw a soft hand extending from under the quilt, pinching his waist.
"..."
Almost forgot, the Daoist Venerable was listening in.
Chen Mo restrained his expression, no longer teasing Ling Ningzhi, and instead asked, "Right, how is Elder Ling doing lately?"
