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The small courtyard was filled with sunlight. Every time I raised my feet and turned around, the sunlight flickered and dazzled. The dog was crouching under the eaves, holding a bowl of red flowers in his hand and purring as he pushed the hot pot noodles into his mouth. The hot pot noodles were mixed with cabbage, radish, tofu, dried gluten and the like. The fragrant steam steamed over his big rough face, and the sunlight also added a fragrant smell of hot pot noodles. The dog's forehead was sweating, and two yellow cotton-padded jackets were opened on the left and right, revealing a purple chest. For a dog, no matter what his wife Dang Rong cooks, he will always look like he is eating without his life. At this time, Dang Rong was leaning against a small jujube tree in the middle of the courtyard, watching the man eat with relish. Watching a man eat is her greatest joy, and the sound of a man purring is her greatest reward.
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