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When Yan Hao returned, he could smell an indescribable smell in the living room.

"Mrs Zhang, why is there such a big smell at home? Is the toilet blocked? " Yan Hao covered his nose with a look of disgust.

Just as he finished his sentence, he saw Yan Chen preparing to head upstairs with a bowl of food in his hands. Yan Hao rolled his eyes and walked towards Yan Chen, "Brother, what did you cook? Anything else? I'd like some. "

As he approached, Yan Hao realised that the bowl in Yan Chen's hands was the source of the taste.

"What is that thing? Why is it so strong?" Although the smell was a little smelly, it seemed to be quite tasty.

Yan Chen cast a cold glance at him. "This is for your sister-in-law. There's still more in the kitchen. Go cook for yourself."