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The entire yard was suffused with the aroma of food, yet Qiaoqiao hadn't finished feeding the treasures up the mountain, so they simply couldn't start the meal.

Two staff members sat there, writing reports while their saliva went drip-drip.

They carried an air of aloofness, making Song Youde and Song Sancheng too embarrassed to strike up a conversation.

Little did they know, the two were also afraid that once they opened their mouths, their saliva would betray them first.

It wasn't until Qiaoqiao finally returned and had just washed her hands clean that Seventh Uncle, with perfect timing, placed the last dish on the table, "Dinner's ready!"

The two staff members instantly perked up!

Though Zu Jun was eager to invite people to eat, she hadn't lied about one thing, that was—

Lunch really was simple homemade fare.