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Ling'er, come here, don't make trouble with your mother. "Tang Qiudong held a bowl of steaming porridge in his hand, stood next to the charcoal brazier, and waved to Ling'er. "Jangdou, you are talking nonsense again. "Sour and sweet lifted the quilt and got off the bed, walked to the charcoal brazier and sat down. Sour and sweet glanced at Tang Qiudong, reached out to take the porridge bowl, and held the hot bowl in both hands, ready to put it into his mouth, but he smelled a special taste in the porridge. Sour and sweet was not in a hurry to drink at this time, but raised his head and looked at Tang Qiudong and asked, "Jiangdou, relying on your superb medical skills, you can put medicine in other people's bowls, right? "