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Zhang Qian looked at his fake son, pursed his lips and touched his pocket for a long time, but there was no one there! "Child, this is not delicious! When we pass this place, there will be delicious food ahead!" "Dad! Don't you have that precious bamboo slip? Use that in exchange!" Zhang Xiaohoe held a big watermelon in his arms, "You said that as long as you cross the Congling Ridge, you can buy me delicious food~" "That's not okay!" Zhang Qian hugged the little tattered baggage on his chest with a dark face. Looking at his fake son who was chewing food along the way, he said helplessly: "When dad meets the king here, I will ask the king to give you a lot of delicious food! You first return what you have in your hand to others. If you hug me again, people will treat you like a scoundrel! "